“Come Fly With Me”

 

Come fly with me.

We’ll pack our dreams

and quarantine,

in pristine prose

and fanciful poetry.

Let’s fly away…

and,

dressed, in kaftans,

and denim cut-offs,

we’ll slide into

tropical mists

and mellow revelry…

…collaborate on monologues,

bursting with

slick one-liners

and lovers’ trysts…

We’ll write,

side-by-side,

by hand..

leave behind the blogs,

on internet islands,

like digital castaways.

Let’s hit the beach!

Search for treasure,

in the

thesaurus of sand…

Dive into the ocean,

divising plays,

from barrel-waves of

memories and secrets,

washed-up,

on salty sea-spray…

And,

as the sun is setting…

let’s turn our written words,

to celebrate the day,

with spoken affirmation…

combined conversation…

in sweet anticipation

of brand new inspiration,

scintillating content,

and Divine communication,

as they taxi,

on the tarmac,

find arrivals,

through the fast-track..

in the limo,

to our joined imagination,

they are, swiftly,

whisked away.

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“Catharsis”

 

Suddenly,

the pressure

fell away.

Like scales,

discarded.

Like, stopping,

mid-sentence…

for no pur……… pose..

other, than,

you,

simply,

can.

The weight of expectation,

no more,

strained the mind..

Nor,

the waiting,

defined.

Rather,

transformed,

into

palpable anticipation.

Palpitations,

put to rest.

No test, to pass.

No quest, to prove.

Touchable transfiguration,

determines

the next move.

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“Text-ure”

 

These roots grow deep.

Carry

nouns of nutrients,

through, freshly-coiffed, tresses

of

trembling terms,

dipthongs

and italic stresses…

Pertinent prose

and

semi-permanent sentences,

are

struck-through, in length….

…edited and trimmed,

for

sonic strength.

Read aloud,

the comprehensive combinations

twist,

like braids,

beneath the fingers,

upon the fists

of creative fate…

…Dextrous and daring.

The oil of original,

oral expression,

used, unsparingly,

adds lustre

to expertise,

basking,

in the glory

which crowns

 climbing conversations

of

rhyming schemes and skills…

Teasing text-ure…

de-tangling knots of negative thought,

evoking tongue-tripping,

spine-tingling,

thrills.

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“Right-Side Up”

 

What if

we lived,

the right-side up?

If we could choose

the way to stop

and reverence,

with reference, to good?

If we refused

to stoke the fire,

but,

 put it out,

with something Higher?

Surely,

that’s what Life

is all about.

Be in “Who’s-Who”,

for being You,

without, external wrappings.

Let’s turn such things

the right-way up,

and

let go

of those trappings.

Together,

we can stop

the negativity that curdles,

Yes, we can run the race!

As “Team United”,

clear the hurdles.

Come on!

Let’s face this Life, head-on!

When

challenges come to town,

we’ll be like “Weebles”,

wobbling,

but we will not fall down!

…And,

what if, we could

have more help?

What if,

we weren’t alone?

And

hands would bear us up,

so that our feet

would not touch stone?

Could it be,

 such a Love is real,

that goes,

beyond perception?

Beyond the Earth,

5-sensory,

is an

endless connection?

Well,

in this waxing, waning world,

that glorifies so much,

the qualities of every thing,

above

the Human touch…

and places highest value

in accoutrements

and such…

…the fact

that there are those of us,

who rise up,

with one sound,

brings comfort,

for,

with extra help,

we’ll turn this World

right round.

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“The Constant”

 

Once,

the crushed velvet sky,

was

deserted by stars.

No Venus, nor Mars,

to re-define Humanity.

The bristling air,

stood still….

unpolluted, by wasted noise.

The only Constant,

Energy,

surrounded by

the purity of sound….

and

the common ground,

rolled back,

to become

Nature’s

wondrous welcome mat.

On that day,

the stars became,

us.

Heaven’s brilliance,

condensed into

dust,

encased, in shapes,

embedded, with

smiles and emotions

and hopes and dreams,

exuded, through

one-of-a-kind

expressions,

in, limitless, styles.

Life,

in all fashions.

Fresh and unique,

with idiosyncracies,

always, on-fleek.

But,

with no sense of angst

and

no need to compete.

 Complete.

Mixed-media terra firma,

from the Right-Handed seat.

Landed,

in circles.

Sent,

to hold hands,

with the remnant

whom,

no-one else,

cared to understand.

Yes,

we are the Bodies,

from, far-flung, Eternities,

open,

to embrace

the past and modernity.

Shining,

as is our Divine heritage.

Giving,

through infinites and vestiges.

A Virtuous Cycle,

of heartfelt pledges..

Living,

the interpersonal Spirit…

One-Loving,

one another,

in our

Universal Human Village.

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“Soul-In-One”

 

You

were not made

to carry this,

alone..

…to skate

upon thin ice

of

complex perplexity,

within

the sabotage

of an

ill-conceived

comfort zone.

You cannot be Atlas…

…trying to

deliver and decipher

global maps,

to the roads of

every Life.

Precious One,

you were not made to be.

For,

underneath

the weight of need,

you are, indeed, stifled….

… and,

this is

no time, for trifling.

When

rampant deception,

mounts its hind legs,

in combat,

for dominion,

over

your splendour.

Thus,

in candour,

let Revelation

soak into

your glorious, porous,

Heart.

Pack away

the painful mystery…

and start

the final round,

by aiming,

in direction of the Sun.

Come together,

at the flag

of your

Immortal Spirit…

and

in Victory,

find clarity,

as you complete

an epic

Soul-in-One.

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“Flotilla”

 

And then, they came.

Floating down

the stream of consciousness,

in a flotilla

of resonance,

borne of echoes

and

whimsical sighs.

Of

musical distances

and nighs.

Without oars,

or poles,

the

night-light commentary

arrived.

No barging.

No jostling

for space,

in the mind

of my Heart.

Just,

a generous helping

of searching stanzas,

mentored,

by climbing clause,

messages,

in metaphors,

secret similes,

replete,

with Light and Love…

 …touched and traced

by Hands,

from Above…

encoded,

by

Heaven’s Grace.

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“Limitless”

 

In prayer,

I find you,

also,

waiting there.

Meditating,

upon depths,

of co-existence,

non-resistant,

in Divinity

and

Celestial air.

You,

I witness,

resting, leaning..

Pressing into

Higher Meaning.

Glowing,

is the way,

I see you.

Incandescent.

Shining.

Me, too.

Honouring The Way…

Lamplight,

at your feet,

so that you do not stray..

…do not succumb

to any circus

of the mind..

But,

live your extraordinary Purpose.

Inner Peace, you find.

Veils,

are torn asunder..

Clarity,

is wedded,

to a bold array of

Wonder.

Blended with the

rainbow-painted sky,

satisfied,

with

His Unlimited Supply…

….you,

I recognise.

You,

I join,

where all Creation flies.

Blessings,

in abundance,

cause the overflow of

Oneness..

United, in togetherness.

Limitless, in Love…

Our Joy,

He multiplies…

…and, exponentially,

we flourish,

in His

Great Eternal Enterprise.

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“Broken Things”

 

She

writes bestsellers,

with broken wings.

Scores smash hits,

with broken strings.

Ends

unfinished symphonies,

with distinct ease…

for,

she

finds value,

in broken things.

She sees beauty,

in the ash.

Captures Monet,

in the splash.

Slows down time,

whilst others, dash…

Hears, new Hope,

when dull

bells ring.

She seals

broken promises.

Heals hearts,

that have been misled.

Reveals Truth,

that’s resident,

in oil-slick lies,

that have been said.

Why

she does

these timeless feats,

for no reward,

no need, for treats…

How

she renders

Souls complete,

with quiet Grace,

always, discreet..

… is because

she, once, was there..

Fragile.

Vulnerable.

Bare.

It’s because,

she, once, knew fear..

at a level,

so severe…

…and,

it’s this,

which spurs her on,

so that pain will hurt no-one.

She’s survived.

She’s battled through.

Shielded arrows,

suffered slings….

…and so…

if Life

does this to you,

 she’ll be broken,

for your stings.

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“As Good As”

 

“Not, Father.

Not yet.

As good, as it gets.

Early-rising.

Industrious.

Committed.

Taking care of us,

beneath the banner

of Faith.

My Kingdom Wingman.

There, have I nested,

in valleys,

and the flood.

Were we not blood,

I’d seek you,

for ‘Best Friend’,

who knows

what discretion’s about.

I, tell you.

Discerning advice, comes out.

Not, Father,

but,

esteemed Elder.

Son of Encouragement,

I thank you.

I love you.

May you, ever, flourish,

onward and upward,

from the root.

Not, Father.

Not yet.

But,

when that time comes,

it will totally suit.”

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