By the time I finsh this submission the following will have happened:

A child will have died of a preventable disease

A woman will have been raped.

An innocent person will have been murdered.

An old person will have died alone.

And one more thing.....

I will still be moaning that I cant afford a decent sofa.......

Perhaps I should be moaning that I cant put my life.... in context.

There are only two things central to our existence. One positive- The Universe, and one negative- Mankinds ignorance and inability to understand it. Sadly the latter seems easiest to subscribe to........

He stands at the bus stop, listing like a ship in a North Sea gale.
The plainess of his war torn face hiding the pain of his existence.
His aura tells it all…

The splendour of the October sunshine is little compensation to a scene made gruesome by the fear it stokes through its unknowing catalyst.

Im afraid of being old…..

The bus arrives, like a good samaritan, but in duty not benevolence.
A pathetic figure slumps forward- clutching the stairwell like a tortured prisoner
climbing the scaffol… Continue

Ive already entered my ‘other world’,
my space is so much warmer-so inviting,
I wish it was like this all the time,
So why isn’t it?

The night sky is inspiring as I leave,
woolly white clouds lit up by the harvest moon.
Heightened anticipation in my lifted spirits,
-don’t think just be…

Tonight it’s my experience, I want it that way.
Just me, the music and other peoples joy.
I don’t need to communicate-just feeling is fine,
just feeling, just being, just losing myself.

Im not looking for love… Continue

Like clones, conditioned by evangelical indoctrination, yet sub conciously disbelieving, they sit stupified staring at plain screens made ecstatic by a profusion of colour, yet listing a souless directory of names, numbers and abodes of hundreds of faceless prospects.
A cacophony of voices, sythetically enthused by fear of failure, resonates round a characterless room which matches the sallowness of its souless occupants.
You in your small corner and I in mine.
A supervisor, the exam room monito… Continue

I defend is defence is needed,
I drive when the ball is there,
I hook when the risk isn’t present,
confidence grows everywhere.

I now see the ball oh so clearly,
but my brain wont force me to rush.
If I don’t take leave of my senses,
Ill be there when stumps draw at dusk.

The bowling is fast and hostile,
the wicket uneven, not flat.
The umpire can make wrong decisions,
its not always easy to bat.

But ill trust my natural awareness,
Ill play from my heart and its source,
for me will come my fi… Continue

......All that remains is human kindness. Which, if made milk for human endeavour, is more powerfull than the tools of war, and gives endurance to endeavours accomplishments.

My Liberated Construct is a beautiful bird, no-one knows where he comes from and no-one knows where he's going to. He just glides sweet passage, with neither thought nor motivation, through glorious country over silvery sunkist sea. Without stopping to scorn or admire, he breat… Continue

Love is a beautiful bird of paradise, whose sweet song
brings healing to the most bleeding of hearts.
No one knows loves origin and no one can speak of
it's future, some even doubt it's existence.
Yet, undaunted, love searches out those willing hearts
In which it can nest and make good.

Love flies an innocent path, free from complication
And unpolluted by the toxins of agenda.
Breathing only the moment, love glides it's sun kissed
passage without fear or ambition, opening it's
heart to the wond… Continue