This Much I Know

Routes are unmapped

And the journey is long

But you’ll know where you’re going

And the places you belong

 

There’ll be choices you’ve made

That you wish to forget

And there’ll be others you retell

Just as oft as you’re let

 

Experiences will shape you

With their pattern and design

And when you join up the dots

You can rejoice and not whine

 

Long days can be followed

By nights spent awake

As you accept your own truth

And you stop being fake

 

There’s no curtain call here

In this show we call life

Stepping out of your way

Is how to live without strife

 

It’s for real, no rehearsals

It won’t always make sense

In a world full of players

Packed crowded and dense

 

But there’s this that I know

That I’ve seen on the faces

Of the people looking busy

As they rush to their places

 

There’s no fixed destination

I repeat, as it’s true

As your meaning in life

Is defined just by you

Slave

Slave to the rhythm

Slave to the mind

Slave to the fears

That riddle mankind

 

Slave to the caress

Slave to the touch

Slave to the feel

That exquisite crutch

 

Slave to the ego

Slave to the goal

Slave to the doubt

That unconscious toll

 

Slave to the minutes

Slave to the clock

Slave to the time

That mental gridlock

I Loved You…

I loved you so deeply

I loved without shame

I loved all your theories

I loved without blame

 

I loved in totality

I loved you with relish

I loved how you thought

I loved every blemish

 

I loved how you held me

I loved how we shared

I loved your good looks

I loved that you cared

 

I loved with abandon

I loved with my heart

I loved how you touched me

I loved how we’d impart

 

I loved what we stood for

I loved how we danced

I loved that you loved me

I loved how you enhanced

 

I loved holding your hand

I loved smelling your scent

I loved sharing a bed

I loved with honest intent

 

I loved all our stories

I loved all that I learnt

I loved you my husband

I loved all that we weren’t

You cannot…

You cannot blame

hypocrisy on those

Who cannot listen

to their own truths

 

You cannot hold someone

accountable to their actions

Until you can be

accountable for your own

 

You cannot see

what is in plain sight

If you vision is contaminated

by your own appearance

 

You cannot claim to be

a philanthropist

When giving accompanies

a powerful motive

 

A poem a day…

I took up the challenge, with gusto and pride

For the next thirty days, I was set to abide

To create on the hoof, or create at my desk

A poem a day, that would be statuesque

Some days words would flow, with delight and accord

On others I would feel, like a veritable fraud

There were sandwiches prepared, that were fit for a Queen

The importance of reconciling, with all that had been

I remembered my lover, wondering where he was now

Felt the warmth of the sunshine, upon my smooth brow

I considered the advice, of what others thought best

I couldn’t sleep due to nightmares, was unable to rest

There were unconscious connections, abound between friends

And what I would do, with the global dividends

I encouraged all to wake up;  go out seize the day

To be vigilant of individuals, who get in the way

There was the woman who created, her very own demise

To live with integrity, means no compromise

Tensions were broken, and then calmness did reign

I suggested frivolity, can help you keep sane

There are friends to avoid; we all know the type…

I didn’t care, to care, and took a moment to gripe

I suspended old beliefs, within the cosmos of space

Letting life simply play out; we are not in a race

In a grand banqueting hall, was more mention of food

A reminder that we’re enough, and should all be valued

That by knowing our truth, we become our own master

And that when loneliness comes, it is not a disaster

In finding your own rhythm, you will dance to your beat

So don’t do too much thinking, or vocally excrete

So I thank you for reading, for all taking the time

For a month full of prose, of which, some did rhyme.

Only so much thinking

Thinking

We’ve thought ourselves into a corner

Got ourselves in a really tight bind

By believing we know all the answers

That we can implement change, with our mind

 

Society is festering, in stagnation

Beyond the hype, there is rot at its core

Our days of denial are numbered

Our shelf-life, is indefinite no more

 

There really is, only so much thinking

That can carry, the almighty weight

Of the lumbering, half-asleep masses

Who must be woken, before it’s too late

 

To take stock of their need to accumulate

To displace their own feelings of guilt

Which ironically create far more problems

In this foundation-less world we have built

 

Who are they, banking all of the billions?

That are bringing this world to its knees

To whom do we owe all this money?

It’s time to reveal, the greedy loanees

 

We all have a choice not to follow

But it requires us to face our worst fear

And to see that it’s all an illusion

When we do that, it will all disappear