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~ Bubbling, Bursting, Becoming ~

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~ Bubbling, Bursting, Becoming ~

Tonight I am drilling down to the bottom
It’s been too long hearing something stirring within
And this surface I’ve built up needs breaking in
I’m bringing forth the equipment I need
And digging down to the depths
To find whatever it is that’s been disturbing my sleep.

You always have it
You know it and I know it
There is something somewhere inside
That you feel in certain moments of your life
Those select moments that appear suddenly
When the soul makes itself known
Through a feeling of existential longing
Or some raw, wild nature
That is awakened as you stare
Upon a sunset landscape
Or hear a certain song
Cruising down the highway
While watching the birds head south.

Yes, it’s easy to suppress it
For the sake of security and convenience
To silence the rumbling within
That is a threat to your civilised world
And the character you’ve been playing
But think about the thrill of responding to it.

Think about the thrill
Of beginning a journey to the centre
And finding what you truly possess
But has been lying out of sight.

Think about the thrill
Of striking down into the ground
And seeing your spirit come surging up
As this world sees you finally discover
The great wealth you held all along.

Go for it.
Dig, drill, dig.
Use your hands if you have to.
Your elbows, your teeth.
Be relentless on the pursuit
Of the thing the world has made you forget
You have inside of you.

You know it’s the only way to become
The person you secretly yearn to be.
You know it’s the only way to become
Truly and totally and shamelessly alive
As your days erupt with burning passion
And those magic moments appear more often
Until everyday you are living your absolute truth
And the essence of your soul is finally unleashed
The gold within you pouring outwards
As the days of true prosperity
Finally begin.

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~ That Strange Thing ~

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~ That Strange Thing ~

Living, that strange thing
So many of us feel we’re not doing it right
We are undoubtedly living each day
Breathing in the air, beating our hearts
Rising out of bed each morning to face the world
And all it can offer us in it the human experience
But yet so many of us still don’t feel we are actually living.

Beset by constant feelings of incompletion
And something that is often unspeakable
The days drift by as we sit at work stations
And stand in supermarket queues
Secretly searching for something
That can‘t be purchased in any store.

We keep the animals close to us
Those dogs and cats living in our homes
We marvel at the birds in the evening sky
As something in us senses a deep truth
That there is a naturalness missing within us
As our actions seem to lack the same fluidity
And grace of the things we see around us.

For some reason we’re at odds with the world
And we walk down the streets of life
Unaware of our surroundings
Our minds frazzled by thoughts
Constant language closing the curtains
To the grand show in front of us.

Living, that strange thing
So rare to find a person
Truly fulfilled and content
Or without desperation in the soul
Longing to be someplace else.

Perhaps one day a realisation will come
Something fundamental which we forgot
That the glory lies in our awareness of the moment
And allowing ourselves to be truly present
As we live in tune with the totality.

Perhaps one day we’ll see the futility of thinking
And the voices in our head will quiet
As we finally hear the voice of the heart
And then we’ll slowly regain some naturalness
Living each day more like those birds
Swooping and soaring in the evening sky
In motion with the majesty of the moment
As this world invites us to return to grace
As this world invites us to become the beautiful beings
We forget that we are.

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~ Just a Thought ~

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~ Just a Thought ~

I do not believe I am special
But I do believe I have worth to this world
Even if my worth is not something commonly understood
To be a good or desirable thing
These feelings have substance and belong somewhere
So hang my poems like paintings
In the bedrooms of your house,
And read my existential rantings.

You’ve been chasing the wrong things and you know it
Time will reveal the foolishness of false endeavours
The right way has always been available to you
You just needed to sit down and have a word with yourself
Escape the crowd; examine your life under a microscope
Dissect each day; tear out the heart of what’s going on
And see how that bloody thing beats.

Here my heart is beating with each word that hits the page
Giving me something that my culture failed to provide
I didn’t learn to do this from any teacher or textbook
And to many this act of writing would seem silly, even pointless
But let me tell you how alive I feel
As I connect with my deepest self
And pour out the raw truth that is lurking
In the recesses of my soul.

Everyone in this life has that thing
That will get those fingertips flickering
And if you haven’t found it
Then it’s time to step back and reassess.

All you have to do is be with yourself tonight
Put away that phone; look into that mirror
Be still in the silence
And search your soul for that something
That has been drowned out by society’s noise
And remember that you are a divine being
Who belongs to this world
And your feelings, your hopes, your joys
Your pains and fears
They are real and vital
And can be the signposts to the place
Where you truly belong.

Dare to listen to that inner voice
And take the journey of the self
Knowing that the days of emptiness shall end
As you finally work it all out
Cutting whatever you need to out of life
Finding the points that are seeping your energy
That are not authentic to who you are
And then gradually begin to feel your words and actions
Flowing freely from the source
Of whoever you really are
As everything finally comes into place
Just like these words are
Now.

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~ To Me & My Friends ~

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~ To Me & My Friends ~

Sorry to be that guy
But I just wanted to let you know
That tonight is the night
When you finally stop
All that self-destructive
And masochistic behaviour.

I know, it feels good to set everything on fire
To see the flames rise in dramatic glory
And hear it all come crashing down
In a thrilling disintegration.

But tonight is the night
Where you think twice on such behaviour
And see that that just isn’t the way anymore.

Just look into that mirror
And stare into those eyes of yours
Aren’t they things that deserve the chance to shine?
To contain the light of life?
As you finally live in a way
That allows you to flourish
Rather than flounder.

This is a real possibility.

Peace and happiness are not just pretty words in a poem.
They are real things that are totally available to you
Right here, right now.

You only need to put the sledgehammer down
That you have been slamming into yourself
Then let your anger and excuses go
As you breathe in and out
And realign yourself with what you know you need
But are afraid to have.

You know there is a better version of you
That can be walking down those streets.
You know there is a better version of you
That can be talking to your friends.

The difference between someone living in the light
Or dwelling in the darkness
Is often only a small change of mind
Of how they see the world and themselves.

So after all the masochistic, self-loathing
After all the booze and drugs and vices
Maybe it’s finally time to do something truly wild
And readjust your lens
To see yourself for the wonderful person you are
While treating yourself with the love
And respect you deserve.

Yes, you’re not perfect
But you are a child of the universe
Who has beauty inside of you
And you deserve to be living your life
In a way that will showcase your worth
Like those sunflowers growing in the sun.

Build yourself up.
Don’t break yourself down.

Let this world see the best of you
While it still can.

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~ It Comes When It Comes ~

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~ It Comes When It Comes ~

It comes when it comes, kid
Don’t force it
You’ll learn the best things in life will just happen
As natural as the sun rises
Don’t put pressure on yourself to blossom
Don’t sit and wait for that moment either
Just be in tune with whatever season it is
If you’re cold, then feel the cold
If you’re sad, then be sad.

Each day, just accept what comes to you
And slowly you’ll feel a harmony inside of you
A state of being that will not be disturbed
As you grow in tune with the totality.

You won’t run for the future
Or be mournful for the past
You’re just be There
In the great happening of life
Experiencing each day in its essence
As your roots spread deeper
And your sense of self grows stronger.

And one day you’ll feel it coming
As the dawn comes once again
And its beaming light hits your being
The petals of your joy will blossom
And delight in the sunshine
Joining in the dance of everything
And you’ll be a person of cultivated perfection
Living with the same trueness of the birds
The same fluidity of the springs
And the same blazing brightness
Of the sun.

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~ Do Not Enter ~

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~ Do Not Enter ~

In the haunted house of my heart
Broken piano keys play their own melody
And the clocks tick relentlessly out of rhythm.

There once was a home
A place of warmness and being
Where happy souls sat around fires in winter
And played on green lawns in the summer.

But now the grass grows long and wild
The ashes of the fire litter the floor
And the floorboards creak in ruin.

Life has deserted this one
Through the toil of the years
Being bled dry by experience
And the failed endeavours
Of deluded and wasted feeling
That strip away slowly at the soul.

I exist now like so many others
Living and walking relics
Occupying a place and wondering
What this life has done to me
To leave me standing but broken
Lying at the end of the street.

Still, I don’t completely collapse
As I hold onto this space inside
Waiting for it to be filled
To carry the weight of love and joy
As light fills this home once more.

But the years go on
And the silence remains
No sound of joy to be heard
Just whispers in the hallways
The ghost of something 
That cannot no longer be.

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~ Savage ~

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~ Savage ~

I am a wild man
There is no kidding myself anymore
No pretending that I’m going be straightened out
And put on some suit and settle down
Into a life of stability and sanity. 

I wasn’t made for that
And I think that’s okay
There are others who do that well
And lord knows I once gave it a shot
But those periods of routine didn’t last long
As the inescapable truth gradually emerged:

That I am a wild man
And I am only truly myself
When I stand outside of this farm
Living a life that many would call chaotic
And perhaps even pity.

But one’s man trash is another man’s gold
And this wayward life of mine
Well, it fulfils my soul
As I live by my own rhythm
Going from job to job
Residing in random rooms
Where I sit writing my books
And dreaming up my next escapade
As my heart laughs in raw freedom.

That freedom is that of the wild man
Who cannot be rid of his nature
And lives in tune with his inner voice
Not tamed by other’s opinions
Or a follower of predetermined paths
But rather runs dangerously free
In a place that is definitely not everyone

But is for me.

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~ Still ~

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~ Still ~

Lift your head up from the despair
Do not accept defeat in that debris
You are in ruin, yes,
But you are still here
Maybe not standing
But breathing
And that is enough to
Begin again.

Just focus on that if that’s all you can do
Breathe in and out
Let your lungs be filled
It might not seem like much
But that air is the foundation
That slowly grows the forests
And fills them with birds
Singing their morning chorus.

You have fought hard and it’s only natural
That you feel like giving up
You don’t need to pull yourself up
Like some phoenix from the ashes
You don’t need to put on a strong face
Or climb some goddamn mountain
Right now, all you need to do is breathe
In and out. In and out.

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~ A Breakthrough ~

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~ A Breakthrough ~

I think I’ve finally done it
And broken through to the other side
I see with a clarity I’ve only read about
Each step forwards takes me nowhere different
I’m not an isolated being lost in the universe
I am a piece of the entire thing happening
My actions are the result of some higher energy
That runs through everything I see around me
The wings of the birds belong to the same body
The stars in the sky come from the same source
Each one shimmering majestically
And in that fire is the same heat in my heart
As it beats in tune with everything else
Causing me to look around me like a new-born baby
My eyes shining as they process how beautiful it all is
How trivial my concerns were
And how very wonderful it is 
To be alive.

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~ In the Land of the Lions ~

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~ In the Land of the Lions ~

I know it’s easy to close up
And build the wall that so many have built
It can stay built for the rest of your life
Holding out the threat of life’s beasts
But remember the other things you are blocking out.

Take down a few of those bricks
If even just to take a peak
It’s a wild world out there
Full of strange and wonderful things
It will all come at you and you may get hurt
You may get lost and scared
But you will be in the place
Where the majesty of life will meet you head on
In that wilderness of love and heartache
Those forests of joy and despair.

That environment is where you will experience it all
The nature that brought you into existence
Don’t close yourself off to it
Don’t let yourself be invulnerable
To life’s great chaos and adventure.

Submit yourself to the forest once more
And let the roots of this life entwine you.

It’s better to have the beauty and the beasts
Than to have nothing at all.