A Story to Tell...I think....

His story...her story....

what is..is what...

It seems that much is going on
Scary it can be
When from the darkness long arms wave
Threatening you and me

Assailled we be from every side
As has gone on through history
Herstory too
A bit of lightness is needed here
Don't you agree....

One within....

who dwells within...

Many ways we have
To view these terrible deeds
Perhaps the best
Is disregard it all

In the long run
They matter not one iota
The body they can hurt
But not the One who dwells within

Another way....perhaps

upset faces

Of course there will be those
Who seek a different way
Uptight
Upset
Anger they display

Look in the mirror
When angry be
Wonder who is looking back
With screwed up eyes
And purs-ed lips
Cheeks flushed red
Forehead creased
Not a merry sight to see

It really will not do much good
Like standing by the edge of sea
Trying to hold back the next wave
A funny scene that can be

Destiny.....

destiny????

Hither and thither you do run
Seeking out your destiny
Forgetting that all these deeds
Put into motion long ago
By guess who...
You...

Each one responsible
For own destiny
Put into place at this time
Part of larger equation be

Oh dearie me...

stiff martini may help!!!

So my good friend
Go you sweet way
Do what you need to do
Beat your breast
Pull out your hair
Whatever brings ease to you
Perhaps a stiff martini one

Oh I forgot
Teetotallers abound most everywhere
Only booze behind closed doors
Hoping no-one will see
Oh dearie me....

Flights of Fancy and Fairy Queens....

well this is an odd piece I was going to continue with a hory tale but this got written instead..full of quirks and other things...so dont take it too much to heart especially my gay friends whom I adore....

Balance

ecstatic oh oh oh

Am on a roll
I think I am
Ecstasy or misery
Which do you choose

One goes up the other down

What happens in between
Who knows
I do

A balance there is made
The fulcrum swinging from side to side
Too much either way
It falls

Back Up

balance....

Hacked out like a piece of meat
Hanging there for all to see
Betwixt heaven and hell
Wot a place to be

Ecstasy reaching into the divine
Knowing in total-ness
All that Is
More and more you want
Never enough can be

Such creation so sublime
Flying past all space and time
Into the Godhead once again

Misery

obese indeed

Misery a song is sung
By those who doubt and feel dismay
You can find them every day
Moaning groaning tragedy

Not enough their song you hear
Stuffing their faces
Obesity
Hands outstretched begging for more
When on a diet they should be

But they get lots of company
For misery a place it seems
Where those who cant and dont and wont
Hang out

Fairies or....

fairy man!!!

This started out a different theme
But seems to have morphed
Into that which is
A tale reaching high and low
Different strokes
Different folks

Prudes and prunes
Kings and queens
Some fairies
Others in between

Under the covers
All are the same or so they say
Its always up to you or me
To find the way that works
A lesson well learned indeed!!!

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Cosmic Knowing

my path

I watch the fields passing by
As on the train I sit
They fly as do I
Otherworldly me

Living in my body
Quite beautiful it be
Others tell me that I glow
Radiate energy of Spirit through

It shines
Cosmic knowing
So sublime

Love It All

loving all

Sometimes into my feelings
Thoughts I swing
Looking at the world wiith much dismay
Not always rose coloured spectacles
Do I see

Then inside of me I hear
Words my Traveller brings
Love it all no matter what
Once more I lift into the joy of being me

My Path

laugh a it all

I am my Path
A blessing finally realized
Past all the trilbulations trials
Karmic flows lessons learned
Magnificent in their varied ways

Laugh we can at all of that
Lifetimes good some bad
Pain suffering take their toll
Leaving their mark
Experiencing all as you do too

Happiness another thing
Accepting what is going on
Knowing all is perfect
Becoming whom you truly are

Waking

all forms

Dawn brings forth its golden gleam
Moment twixt day and night
So quiet is the world
Waking from its dream

Soul back into body comes
Night spent conversing with spiritual forms
Healing renewing restoring body mind
Wake up alive once more

Taking place so oft occur since time immemorial
Before the fall of man
When converse all the time he did
With higher forces so divine

Searching

no rush

Caught in glamour of the world
Enamoured he became
Lifetime after lifetime spent
Searching way back home

The Traveller holds the keys
To all the spiritual realms of Light
When you are ready
Ask for help
He will come
Choose back

Be willing to do the inner work
The outer too
More than one lifetime it will take
Spirit is in no rush
Why should you....

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The Hore and the Hare...Wot a Tale to Tell

Going Which Way

comme how....

The hare and the hore one lovely day
Decided to find an exciting new way
Playing around could be such fun
High and low and inbetween
Ninety Six indeed

It matters not at all to me
For choices always they are free
When lovers together come
Perhaps lusters often we do mean

A bump a hump across a tree
That lines the way so beautifully
Into treasures hidden are they
Within a mass of clotted hair

The Opening

oh oh oh..

A projection long and pink
Sometimes mottled brown indeed
Expanding then in tandem sweet
Between a purse of wrinkled skin

Hiding there in glorious disarray
A sweeping fur of coloured hue
Leading the way
To treasures hidden deep inside

Ecstasy

hare and hore

The hore and the hare
Together did they
Go out and look for
Various ways

Some they might find
So varied would be
To anything else
That had happened for them

A ritual intense in so many ways
Lifting beyond what had gone before
A great upheaval so immense
Never again be experienced

Strait and Laced

prudes and prunes...

If you mind on certain tracks doth run
Within this story you will find
A rather norty piece indeed

Then those of you so strait and laced
Will huff and puff indignantly
Forsooth ask if deleted it can be
Forget you do that words alone
Should not to you bring such aplomb

But then the choice is yours for you to make
As it will always be!!!!!!