Desire

Desire can be

a crueler master

than fear.

Mattering

You matter

more, the more

things matter

to you.

Counting

I may have the best life

of all men

since I learnt how to

 count how good

I've got it.

What's Weak

It's not their smirks

or their wretched jeers

or their cruel ignorance.

Whether you flare up

or pretend its not there,

what's weak is

if you let it get to you.

Wonderland

This is all make believe.

Believe you can make it.

Things That Didn't Happen

Yeah. 

And maybe after this,

I could also ponder

all those lottery tickets

I would have won

What You Wish You Knew

Don't regret that you didn't know then,

what you know now, because

you could use this time to learn now,

what you'll need to know tomorrow.

Soul Sing

When your head is going crazy

and you find it hard to think,

you can always step back and relax;

it's time to let your soul sing.

Cooler Heads

Completing the task of never giving up,

no matter what,

is made a lot easier

if you can keep your cool

when you miss a

step.

Faking?

Sometimes it's hard to tell

if I'm a good person

or just faking really well.

Sound and Stillness

Wind scrapes dry trees

of their brown leaves

outside

While my lounging body,

relaxes in blotchy lines,

of sunlight

Children scream and chirp

over muffled rock music

outside

While my warm body,

gently simmers in its,

own skin

Sirens wail past people

walking faster than their heads

outside

While my ageing body,

ponders nothing of importance,

in it's moment of respite.

Paradox

The more you know,

the more you realise

there is to know.

The more you give

the more you have

to give to others.

The more you shine

the more you encourage

others to shine too.

Pop Back Up

Sometimes we need to

hit the bottom,

before we can begin to

pop back up.

Life = Risk

Don't only do things because 

you know how they will end.

Do things precisely because 

you don't know where they 

will cause you to end up.

Debate First, Ask Questions Later

There are too many people debating an answer,

when the problem, to be quite honest is that 

nobody is actually sure what the question is.

Find Your Purpose

Don't speak to me of glory,

until you'd rather die than fail,

then, we'll talk.

Chaos

Amidst the chaos,

Amidst the tanglement,

Amidst the dirt,

We see wonderment.

Thank God I'm human;

through the dirt,

in all the tanglement,

part of chaos.

That I may wander round,

and occasionally get lost

and stumble into heaven.

Wind

Windy days like this,

make me wish I had

a bigger flag to fly.

Primal Knowledge

My personal experience of faith

is the recognition
that my soul

knows something that my mind

does not.

Prepare for Opportunity

'When opportunity comes, 

it's too late to prepare' ~ John Wooden

‎"Luck is what happens when 

preparation meets opportunity" ~ Seneca

Support Eachother

This is a contact sport,

This is a team sport,

We're only as strong

as our weakest man.

Share

Don't be afraid

to share your passion

with anyone.

You never know

where it might

lead.

Plan

Send out anonymous letters

to random addresses that say

"I love you"

Today

Today, was not how I expected,

Lets hope tomorrow is, too!

Mastery

You dream of recognition 

and success,

You dream you'll change 

the world,

But if you don't also dream

of mastery

Your dreams they may

unfurl.

Without the strong desire to become skilled and proficient,

all dreams are like hopes to win the lottery.

Ageing Flames

I saw them

pacing, arm in arm,

together, in the night.

I saw each pair

holding a lamp,

giving each other light.

For some couples

their feet got dark

their paths and plans were foiled.

But others they

stormed on with speed, because they

replenished their lamps with oil.

Anxiety

She sat,

knees together

clutching her phone

like a rope.

Ego

Starve the ego,

feed the soul.

"Apologising doesn't always mean that you're wrong and the other person is right.

It just means that you value your relationship more than your ego."

Prague

This is a city,

that hums a tune.

Music is built into the city,

it wafts around like the smell of

breakfast and coffee in the morning.

Waking up to old jazz and classical, 

even the cobbled streets join in with horses feet

and rubber tyres.

And maybe in the evening, after a few,

parts of her may admit her struggles with the bottle,

you may even hear a hickup of cheese and trash from clubs. But

This is a city

that hums a tune.

And in the morning, 

there are no hangovers, as
sweet music wafts over

cobbled streets once more.

Lust and Disgust

As I walk through the shadow

of the valley of opulence,

I feel the lust and disgust of

power and wealth.

Self Assessment

The good must doubt their own goodness

in order to make themselves good.

It's better to doubt the truth,

than be convinced of a lie.

Round

Understanding more does not often produce

sharpness of resolve or integrity because

when we see all sides, there are 

few left to despise.

Does understanding make us like a soft, round object

with only neutered impact on the world?

Even after full understanding, 

the crux is the same.

You pick a direction,

you play a role,

you find happiness, nobility and honour,

regardless.

It's all there to be found.

But only if you can see it.

Brevity

From here on, I must be satisfied by

brevity.
Gone are long days to savour, now only

short encounters, sweet and fast.

But as if more time would satisfy!

Besides, time can dull and dilute,

it smooths over, until strokes appear softer

and perhaps they are more manageable,

but it does not make them reveal

any more answers.

Brevity is able to satisfy, it must be.

The young long brush strokes are

degrading into a more granular and complex beauty.

This beauty lies in the strokes and colours,

but more still in the picture as a whole.

I must learn to love the small things,

the short things, nuance and insinuation.

Reflection will enable me to find a lot

from a little, exhuming those hidden gems

that I would have missed before.

From here on, small brushes are more powerful,

the background hues have dried.

Now, to add detail!

Honest Gold

I've found that the most profound moments,

often blind-side you from the shallowest sources.

You don't always need to search deep

to find honest gold.

These Old Walls

I don't see bricks any more
or hardened mortar,
or what these walls once supported,
or blocked, or protected
or divided.

Sometimes, I see cracks,
or people idly leaning,
or clambering plants climbing,
or pigeons, or street graffiti
or lichen.

Maybe, if you felt called,
you'd delve deeper into history,
you'd find the mud that made the bricks
or the schematics of the architect
or the unique skill of the builder.
Maybe, eventually you'd find why
these cracks form, these pigeons rest
or these people lean.

If you didn't, who would?
Occasionally these bricks are mocked
by coloured aerosols, or relieving drunks, but
they are largely indifferent to time, or reason
or season.

They stand because they were incepted
by those before us,
remnant legacies that carve out our own future, simply by being.
But who are they to affect us? They who don't care about
these plants climbing, graffiti spraying
or people leaning.

They offer no compensating answer other than that
they were here. First.
Discovering any reason in these old walls
is not about the walls at all.
So it seems, I was called for this.
To celebrate things, because they are.
Because I am.

Christmas Come Early

Having Christmas come early

is wonderful and exciting,

but it leaves me confused about what

will now happen instead on December 25th.

Both

What established your provenance?

Predestination? or Chance?

Yup.

Myself

"I can explain sir,

Because you see,

I was not myself."

"Who were you then?"

Thaw

You don't have to forget,

you don't even have to forgive,

just at least move on.

At least keep on.

Don't Shake the Glass

Separate love from drama,

Love that is active,

Drama that is reactive.

As insecurities precipitate

to the bottom, what's left 

is purified and concentrated

A noble life seeks to 

find love in its purest.

Common

What if you lost what makes you rare, special?

Can you?

Explode

I am so amazed

(and a bit overwhelmed)

by the sheer amount of pure,

unselfish love there is building up

and bubbling out from inside of you.

Inventive

Being inventive

is knowing that you don't 

have to cosy up to any problem.

Possessing that wide-eyed belief

that you can improve on

how things are.

Personal Transport

Too many people walking,

not enough people bounding,
hopping and skipping.

Make Memories Over Money

Sitting on a bench in the neighbourhood

a very young girl, a regular Eliza Doolittle,

plucked up the courage to approach me, to 

ask if I'd like to buy the flowers she'd picked.

One pound for a daisy and a high five?

Best deal ever.

Expressionism

Like a bird, who chirps, though

nothing's around.

Clumsy Dancer

Dare you trust your wanton desires.

When once they healed,

but twice they bruised.

As an Observer

You were once the blood of stars

and yet

your brightest days are still

ahead.

London

There's a certain rhythm to this city,

it wakes together, it beats together

it convulses together, it sleeps together.

She does what she needs to, while

her innocence is irrelevant

her eminence is everything.