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~ A Loss of Fire ~

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~ A Loss of Fire ~

Maybe I’m just dry of inspiration
Or maybe what I feared is finally happening:
My soul is slowly starting to die
As I begin to somehow fit into this world
A little more smoothly
And the sentences that leave my mouth
Are a little more normal.

I always wondered if the day would come
Where that fire inside would dwindle
Before finally flickering out.

To other’s eyes I would probably seemed fixed
There would be no more rage
No more snarling or biting
The monkey finally off my back.

But inside I would be missing something
No expression existing anymore
No madness keeping me awake at night
No need to run off into the forest fires.

A stable mind without the need to write poetry
Is probably what constitutes most happy minds.

But having tasted the magic
How could this life ever be as glorious
As it was when I was young and full of heartache
Hanging onto words to stop myself
From going insane.

How could this life ever be as glorious
For when I fought my way through hell
As my inner song rang out
Of every part of my body.

Yes, a part of me says
I’m not sure I want to be straightened out
Or mentally stable
A speaker of sane words.

Stability is a dull ride
And I’d rather my spirit soar
And the wheels on my vehicle burst into flames
As I keep on racing towards an unreachable horizon.

I’d rather awaken in strange places
With my body battered
But my soul laughing 
At surviving yet another storm.

I’d rather stand under a night sky
Haunted and confused
While feeling a sense of wonder
That only sadness can evoke.

Yes, the day these words finally end
And I don’t even feel the burning desire
I’ll know that I’ll have finally let the fire be snuffed out
And this life will never give me
The same heat again.

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~ After the Storm ~

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~ After the Storm ~

And here I am stand on the shore
Drying out in the sun
I’ve found my way through the storm
Back into the gentle light
Of peace and tranquillity.

I fought through the violent waves
And felt my soul being drowned
I contemplated what it was to go
Letting myself be consumed
And pulled into the abyss.

The monsters encircled
The light dwindled
And my mind dissipated 
But something within me knew
That I’d find my way back
Emerging like the dawn light on the ocean
To see this world awakening again
As blue skies burst with potential.

This is the story of a survivor
Standing on the shores of salvation
Laughing at the passing of the storm
At the seasick joy in his heart
And the footprints in the sand
Disappearing in the waves
As the transience of the tide
Creates a blank canvass
To begin beautifully
Again.

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~ The Great Dance ~

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~ The Great Dance ~

It comes from somewhere
I know not where
But this voice inside me
Sings some universal spirit
Channelling the cosmos
As I pour words onto pages
And feel the fire of the stars
Burning in my fingertips
While looking around me
Watching the birds fly in a sunset sky

Somehow they, too, are apart of what’s happening
All this nature working together
Like one giant organism
Those sparrow wings fluttering
Those clouds drifting in the sky
Those waves crashing on shorelines

It’s all working together in some complete way
And I surrender myself to this harmony
Knowing it is not me writing anymore
There is no conscious creator
It’s just the universal flow
That causes everything bright and beautiful
Like those immense patterns of colour
Just as that sun begins to hit the horizon
And ignites the sky into a fiery red
While the song of the birds rings out
And I imagine some native tribe singing
Somewhere in some distant land
On the other side of the ocean
Everyone singing in unison
Dancing with their naked feet
Upon this earth.

This is the great law of energy
And accept this poem as person singing
As another ocean wave crashing
As another bird flapping its wings
As another cloud drifting in the sky
And then continue on your own day
And join in the cosmic dance.

You, too, are apart of this.

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~ Shackles Rusting ~

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~ Shackles Rusting ~

There are days when you dream of escape
Days when you look up to the grand sky above
And think about breaking out of this jail
To explore the hidden beyond
That lies out of reach
Just like the feeling of completion
That your soul yearns for
In this trivial place.

There are days when you dream of escape
When you think about taking off the mask
Stepping off the stage and throwing open the back door
Out you’ll walk into a new day – natural light finally on your face
No longer the puppet in the artificial place
Pandering to the crowd in some performance.

You’ll let go of everything in your life that doesn’t fulfil you
You’ll take only what you need as you begin your new voyage
Towards the distant lands of some destiny you had forgotten
The sort of place your bones longed to be in when you were a kid.

There are days when you dream of escape
And on those days you feel an importance
For you are feeling something within which is real
A deep cosmic force pulsating through your flesh
That tugs at the strings of the soul
Telling you where you need to go
And what you need to do.

Just like the birds in that sky flying southward
And the fish swimming up stream
You will be in tune with universal nature
Following that ineffable feeling
Hiking your way toward the horizon
And finding the oasis of life
Where you belong standing free
Living your truest life
As your shackles are finally left rusting 
Along the way.

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~ Embracing the Touch ~

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“Didn’t you dream of things once? Something more than what your life has become? Didn’t you dream that every day would be an adventure, that your life would have stories to tell, and that your eyes would show the light of life? Have you slipped into a slumber of the self? Have you shied away from the light outside your cave? There is more to this existence than sinking into a lifestyle which does not serve the essence of your soul. And every person can keep that magic something still growing inside them, despite their perceived circumstances. Life’s tender touch waits for you and you can choose to embrace it; to trust in yourself and find the thing that can shake your world alive. Put on those boots and tread the path you have feared to take. Put your pen to life’s paper and create something that has never been created before. Stand up onto your stage and find that song that has stayed silent for too long. This is it. It’s always here and always will be. Life will not turn its back on you even if you’ve turned your back on it. The beauty of being waits with welcome arms to carry you home to the person you have always desired to be.”

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~ Begin Again ~

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I put the book in the backpack even though I know I’m not going to read it. I’m just going to end up scrolling on my phone again, stuffing my brain full of useless crap. I’m becoming everything I ever hated. I don’t see the sunshine on the water because my mind is elsewhere. I don’t feel the cosmos flowing through my veins because I’ve numbed myself with alcohol and hangovers. I know the path to peace and happiness; I’ve followed it before. Yet I choose to walk away from the light and become a troubled being like the others. Maybe I’m choosing to do this for a reason. Maybe the pain I’m causing myself will turn to blazing light in a heavenly future. I don’t know to be honest. I don’t know why I do the things I do. I don’t know why I put the book in the backpack even though I know I’m not going to read it. I don’t know why I have those extra drinks at the end of a night out. I don’t know why I’m opening up my phone again, looking at things I don’t even care about. Oh, how the birds sing around me to remind me of what it is to be alive. Oh, how the light tempts me to throw the phone into the river, to detach from this matrix and plug into reality. I pull the book from the backpack. The pages flicker through my hand. I begin reading. I begin again.

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~ Untitled ~

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~ Untitled ~

Nope;
I’m not going to force it
And pretend I’m feeling something I’m not
I’m just gonna talk about what I see, before me:

It’s a late-spring evening outside my window
The blossom on the trees has come and gone
And now what is left are bright green leaves
Waiting for the sunlight of the summer months.

They wait as they sway back and forth in the wind
And I, too, feel the breath of the world in my lungs
As my elbows rest on the hard wood of my table
While writing down these words one by one.

What is coming tomorrow?
I really don’t know
I have no plans, no job,
Nothing much going on at all.

I’m currently living on government benefit
Going on long walks along the river
Searching supermarkets for reduced food
And browsing the internet for hours a day

I do have a job to go back to next month
But for now it’s just the job of existing
Breathing the air, eating the food
Falling asleep for eight hours every night

It’s a job I’m at least competent at
And look, I even find other ways to exist:
Such as writing poems
And philosophising
As I stare out of windows
Watching my life breeze by
With no particular meaning.

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~ Daft Daydreamer Delusions ~

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~ Daft Daydreamer Delusions ~

Some days I dream about solitude
About becoming some sort of hermit
Residing in a cave of my own making
Meditating for hours each day
Living off the bare essentials
Exploring my inner world.

Some days I dream about going away
To a place where sanity is banished
And all the logic and reason of the world
Is permanently banned.

Some days I dream about holding on
To my character and soul
And not letting this world rearrange me
Just to see how I turn out:
A madman or a poet.

Many men dream of taking chances
And perhaps there is no greater risk
Than following your own inner voice
When it tells you to leave the farm
Of regulated normality.

A part of me yearns to leap
Into that untamed wilderness
But reality stares at me menacingly
Snapping its teeth and licking its lips
Daring me to venture out beyond those fences.

Thoughts of starvation hound me again
So I guess I’ll just keep on doing what I can
Finding my way on this safe farm
Earning money, paying bills
Sitting on sofas and staring into space
The days slowly disappearing
As these daft daydreamer delusions
Drift on through my mind.

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~ Life Through the Veins ~

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~ Life Through The Veins ~

Too often you go through life on autopilot
Not even realising that you aren’t awake
And alert to the beauty around you.

Then one day something shakes you
It isn’t some great epiphany of light
Rather it’s usually something simple
Be it the sight of a bird resting on a branch
A crescent moon resting over a city skyline
Rain droplets running down the window glass
Or a small child running with a natural joy
That you had long forgotten about.

Maybe it’s a certain song
Or a combination of sound and sight
Birds tweeting as the sun rises over the hills
Setting off a morning chorus in your own soul.

At every moment of life, we are ready to awaken again
And see that we are wandering in some work of art
And every moment is full of mystery and magic
And that things aren’t so bad after all.

As the earth twirls in space
As the oxygen fills your lungs
As the stars shimmer in the night sky
And your heart beats in harmony 
With the whole of the universe.

Know that you are alive.

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~ Taking it Easy ~

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~ Taking it Easy ~

Still never had a proper job
Now in my thirties
I think about how I’ve made it to here
Whilst travelling the world and hardly working
And only earning peanuts when I did.

I’ve taken part in paid medical trials
Which has undoubtedly been the main way
I’ve managed to avoid the rat race.

I’ve also lived frugally.
I only ever owned a few clothes at a time
I never drove or even learned to drive
I was careful and stubborn with my money
Apart from on nights-out
When that all went out the window.

I’ve used student loans
Both for my Bachelors
And another one for my Masters
Which I quit after three weeks
To go travelling in Central America.

Actually, when I think about
I haven’t worked more than six months in a year
In the last seven years now.
Quite the achievement,
If I dare say so myself. 

My friend Bryan says I’m a walking insult
To the hard-working people
Who constantly toil in their careers
Chasing promotions and paychecks
Success and social status.

I’ve not cheated the system or anything
I simply made some choices not to play the game
You just don’t need to own your own property
Or drive a nice car
Or have a full wardrobe
Or eat out at fancy restaurants
Or buy your coffee from Starbucks.

Saving for my next backpacking adventure
Taught me to be brutal with my spending
Buying only what I needed to survive
And through this frugal and minimalistic lifestyle
I actually discovered that you didn’t need much
To be happy, at all.

Yes, it’s a cliche, but a true one.
Just sit and meditate.
Breathe in and out.
Keep active.
Eat reasonably well.
Practise your passion.

Slowly you realise that it’s all a big con
Happiness is available to you whenever you allow it
Just let the solitude and silence teach you
And gently remove the veil of illusion
That is pulled over everyone’s eyes.

Yes, it’s hard to go out and get a ‘proper job’
And join the rat race after you learn these things
But once you’re happy being a loser by society’s standards
You simply don’t care about anyone’s opinion.

You just sit back, write your poetry,
Stare at the birds flapping their wings
As they nestle in the trees.
Like you, they know that there’s nothing to chase
Only something to be cherished.

Life is not a problem to be solved
But a reality to be experienced.

Some great philosopher said that
And you know,
As I take another sip of this wine,
I do have to say that I wholeheartedly agree.

Cheers to that.