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Life and Death.
Where do we go when we die,
Is there something out there we cant perceive,
Maybe others would not have to cry,
If they saw just what can be achieved,
They say some religions see us weighted,
Like a deep sea diver whilst alive,
And that afterwards we are liberated,
And light enough to float accross the skies.
Perhaps if mourners could once see,
We pass from pain and age plus endless toil,
Onwards up to a state of pure tranquility,
And not just burned or interred under the soil.
Perhaps accepted means of disposal are harsh,
In relation to our true form and destination,
Perhaps really down here we flounder in a marsh,
Wheras afterwards we are but free sensation.
Most visions of near death encounters,
Only mention painless progress towards light,
So when it eventually seeks to surmount us,
Why fear darkness or endless night.
Those left behind have the hardest task,
To try and make sense of what is gone,
To accept we arent there any more to ask,
And realise our last glimmerings have shone,
I treasure my friends in flashback memories,
Often jolted into view causing a tear,
I cant understand just where theyve gone,
And why they are not still here,
It seems inconceivable they werent spared,
I wish that Id said more when they breathed,
But I just hope they know I cared,
Even though I dont know why they had to leave.
I know that in part some of my heart,
Wonders, through their untimely parting,
When my own final fate will start,
And realisation is soon darting,
That one day, someday, it will be me,
That others will see instead of them,
That it will inevitably finally be,
That I join the ranks of mortal men.
Perhaps they sense me now and feel pity,
That I have to struggle here on earth,
Whilst they live in enlightened cities,
Lit by happiness and filled with mirth,
Maybe hell is here and now just grieving,
And heaven is where you go when you die,
Maybe we should be happy at their leaving,
Maybe they look at US and want to cry.
Whatever the truth after our youth,
Fades away until the end of days,
We shouldnt waste forever seeking truth,
Shouldnt ever analyse lifes tragic ways,
Surely if they can see you and me,
They would reach down and dry our eyes,
They would want us to be happy again,
And not wander forever traumatised,
If you were they and saw the way,
You seemed to them way down below,
You would want to reluctantly say,
I must move on even though I know,
That Ill never again hear their voice,
Never see them and never touch their face,
For its what would be their choice,
If they could only tinker with our fate.
It wont happen in just an hour,
Or just a day or just a year,
But one day it will sit easier,
Even though you are never here.
You were my friend at lifes end,
No one can take that away from me,
And no one will ever quite transcend,
What you will always mean to me,
But I understand that now its planned,
A fresh chapter starts as this one ends,
And I wont actually be eternally damned,
If making further aquaintances and friends,
Ill not forget all those close Ive met,
And all the times and tides we shared,
And Ill often wonder why they went,
And why it was that I was spared,
But I owe now to their memories gone,
To not cause them grief if they can see,
And to try and pick up and soldier on,
And show everyone the person that was me,
For if they could see everything through my medium,
Im sure they would much rather see,
A world not wrapped in tedium,
And all grief finally set free.
Its not forsaking memories of the past,
To move forwards towards futures light,
Its what they would want if asked,
Its what they would see as right,
They know you will always think on,
They know you will always care,
They know because they havnt gone
Because they are always there,
Maybe some cant communicate as such,
Maybe they seem lost except in dreams,
But they still care about you just as much,
From behind seemingly invisible screens,
And they would wish you happiness,
They would want you to laugh out loud,
They would gaze with tenderness,
And they could be only proud,
If they saw your internal war,
Disappear forever without trace,
And all the grief from before,
Become a smile upon your face.
For you cant undo whats been done,
However unfair it then seemed,
It can happen to anyone,
And to any of our dreams,
You cant turn back the tide,
You can just sink or survive,
They are still there inside,
So long as you are alive,
Theres no guilt in being content,
No shame in living life again,
No need explaining what is meant,
No need to prolong the abject pain,
They would say so if they could speak
They would write it if allowed,
They dont want you to be meek
They dont want you to be cowed,
They just want you as ever you were
Before fate threw its tumbling dice
Before everything became just blurred
And when everything was nice.
They just want to turn your clock,
On to a better time and place,
So you emerge from out of shock,
With a calm cheerful happy face.
What was oblivion and apocalypse,
Beyond imagination or belief,
Has transmuted to a flock of ships,
Sailing on a sea of abject grief,
Who, battered by constant stormy rancour,
And often seemingly lost or destroyed,
Are now tranquilly at anchor,
And peacefully deployed.
Their hulls retain the knocks,
And their sails all the rents of rage,
But they overcame cruel rocks,
And they finally came of age,
Now they know lifes ebb and flow,
Plus the tempest out of naught,
The better armed with what they know,
With all that they have been taught,
Their old crew missing a few,
Not lost just out of sight,
So they have recruited anew,
To set the final balance right,
Until the day that they sail away,
Never returning to our shores,
They will be cast as unsurpassed,
And be legendary, now and evermore,
For not bowing to the strain,
For fighting onward though sorely harmed,
For acknowledging life is often pain,
And that we arent all lucky charmed,
For coming out the other side,
When it was easier to fall,
It makes them worthy of our pride,
It makes them victors after all.
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Gaze.
Look down from on high,
And see me down below,
You are aware of everything
But I am all I know,
When I wander out in countryside,
Or when water runs quite near
I feel you are there somewhere
I feel there is more than me here
I suspect and sense Im not alone
But in the presence of quiet power
Sometimes I see this at sunset,
Others caught up in a quick shower.
Any time Im alone with nature,
And my senses are subdued
If relaxing my attention
And Im not prone to brood
Then suddenly I know theres more
Than I can directly perceive,
In the whistling of the breeze,
In the rustling of the leaves,
And wonder if my old friends,
Are still living after all,
Just somewhere else entirely,
Out of reach and out of call,
I know at times though beyond reason
There is more than meets the eye,
Another meaning to the seasons,
Another twinkling in my eye,
As if just out of vision,
At that place of perfect prayer
You maybe, guard over me,
Whenever my friends are not there,
And finally when I have to leave here
I will perhaps not be so alone,
For I will have my favourite guardian
To safely steer me home.
I must be me.
If you help me on my road,
If you bear my heavy load,
If you clear pebbles away,
And hold onto me when I sway,
When tests appear Ill flounder alone
Without your help to steer me home
But if my road is bad and unwise
Ill still be glad youre at my side
For as I descend slowly into hell
You will always be there as well
Ill not be alone to face my fate
For Ill have you to compensate
Better by far just to advise
And leave me to be mad or wise
Better to leave me rise or fall
On my own feet or not at all
Then maybe Ill succeed under my own steam
Forced to think and not to dream
And even though I should fail
It would be under fairer sail
For I would not drag you down too
With what I take and what I do
Then maybe though the ends still tough
Your being my friend will be enough
For you cant live my life
You cant shoulder all my strife
Without leaving me vulnerable too
And incapable of knowing what to do
I have to burn and cry to know the pain
When I lose your shield then Im fair game
Killing me with kindness
Just accentuates my blindness
Deflecting arrows fairly sent
Just loses messages Im meant
So I can learn to overcome my fears
However much this causes you tears
Better far then I should grow
And assimilate plus come to know
Better I should take my time
And learn my lessons line by fated line
Then you can rest in peace because you know
I will survive whenever you go.
Power.
From mists unseen there have always been
The mighty and the meek
Thought physical strength that governs
Who is strong and who is weak
Short term might could win a fight
Or carry a battle on the day
But determination and resilience
Will always eventually have their say
You cant subdue or seek to undo
A thought idea or word
If it is true and pertinent
Then it will always be heard
Strength to succeed in long term deed
Comes from way inside
It is unwavering in spirit
And unquenchable in pride
All tyrant laws or bolted doors
Will never shut out the peoples face
If visibly unjust or unfair
Others quickly take their place
You cant cage a nations rage
Nor change their minds with force
Our willpower makes us mighty
And predetermines every course
Those who rule are but fools
If sleeping giants they awake
To assume people dumb and pliable
Is to make the worst mistake
Try to lead with grave misdeeds
And your lies surface like scum
However great you ever saw yourself
Others see what youve become
What goes around comes back around
In the truest test of time
However strong you may appear
You will finally be undermined
Those deemed small will after all
Walk over you to take their bow
And whilst you will be remembered
Who knows what their name was now.
Just cause will conquer all
Truth will eventually win the prize
For if you believe in what you do
It will triumph over lies
No amount of glib advertisement
Or cleverly clouded words
Will eventually take the place
Of truth once its been heard.
Life.
While we breathe then we must believe
We are here for some purpose in some plan
Surely there must be lasting meaning
Behind the intelligence and love of man.
We often wonder why were all doomed to die
Just when we become calm and wise
Plus ponder anew what will we do
When we finally close our eyes
Why are we here, it is not clear,
And if nihil and darkness is our fate
Why do we strive with endless drive
With only nothingness lying in wait
Where are those dear who were so near
One can almost feel them still
As if energy waves from beyond the graves
Keep them constant in our will
Maybe all survives, for all our lives
In a constant energy flux
And sometimes were bees sometimes leaves
And sometimes we are us.
If mass is energy born in a different form
Maybe we are constantly changing guise
And we do not pass on were just there and gone
But now beyond ears and eyes
There seems little chance such a complex dance
As the human body and the mind
Was randomly formed over all
And evolved to what we find
Impossible to suppose that when life goes
It all meant nothing and is wasted
Why then are we such complexity
What of the dreams weve tasted
What of love, being hand in glove
What of friends and never parting
What reason for our seasons
What point in ever starting
I think we subscribe until we die
To a vast knowlege base building on
Then we change clothes and the old life goes
But our energy is never gone
It transforms anew to me or you
Becomes different but the same
And what we learned is surely burned
In an archive with our name.
So after all whether big or small
We all contribute in our own way
To the greater knowledge of everyone
From the experiences of our days,
So maybe we will always be
Just in a different suit or gown
Meeting again later due to nature
Cycling up and cycling down.
Its the spark that is our heart
And makes us all what we seem
And it always fires, never tires
An endless energetic dream.
So dont think of me as ceased to be
Dont call me dead and gone
Im still alive beyond your eyes
My energy simply carries on
You may not hear me with your ear
And you may not see me whole
But im still me always will be
Its what you call my soul,
Just when my breath dies with death
And my eyes finally close
Im not passed away, will not decay,
Im just in different clothes.
Why does it affect us.
Walking out in the chill Autumn
Watching red leaves merge with gold
Listening to babbling river in summer
Hearing his water stories unfold
Crunching through cracks in the Winter
Seeing your breath hold on to your voice
Seeing the first snowdrops spell Spring
Smelling scents mostly your choice
Bathing in rays of a fiery sunset
Sublime at the end of a day
Why is it that all of these things
Mould us in such profound ways
There are other smells and other sounds
And other lights of a different hue
But certain things in certain ways
Seem to unlock what others will not do
We all seem prone to particular beauty
All bow to tranquilitys calm
All searching widely for things peaceful
To dampen down stress with its balm
But its simple pleasures that always wins
And always trumps at the end over all
Nature just spreads its majestic wings
And plucks the strings of us all
We may crave to be obscenely wealthy
Or envy someone for their fame
But compared to the wonders of this world
They seem both pale and tame
Something inside akin to pride
Primevally stirs when evoked
Like a cat suddenly awoken
Discovering they are being stroked
Somewhere at the core of our being
We appreciate the splendour we see
And even in this materialistic world
Discover our spiritual brain is still free.
Pictures.
A vision came to me, so explicitly
There was not doubt, and no mistake
Everything crystal clear, so sincere
Not in a dream like state
All was explained, all fears tamed
No dread of death or dying
No kind of chill, no sense of ill
No laughter and no crying
Just all unfurled from a secret world
In one blast of pure insight
Then it was gone, no lingering on
Just as if day turned into darkest night
I saw people I know, passed on long ago
Telling me there is no need of fear
That after all beyond this wall
There is a reason why we are here
And while we are below, we cannot know
But they guide in subtle ways
The good we do comes back anew
And warms you with their praise
But if youre vain, or just for gain
Or selfish to the extreme
All your lies wont make you wise
For everything is heard and seen
So when you leave then you may receive
A kind word or just a frown
Depends on how you behave now
Whether mouths go up or down
But while youre here no need to fear
Your future if you are kind
For you will grow and onwards flow
Whilst the selfish lag behind
Theres a reckoning coming beckoning
After the ending of your days
As you sow then you come to know
You reap in self same ways.
I thought medication visions creation
At the time it knocked my door
But after listening and seeing its glistening
Im not so certain or so sure
It seemed as though I ought to know
Before I could continue on my way
A glimpse of tomorrow without sorrow
A future still alive not in decay
It would not do to hide from you
What I felt and what I saw
What you decide with your own lives
Will shape your future evermore
You can put yourself above all else
And at the end have nothing to show
Or you can give, help others live
everywhere you go.
Tomorrow.
Why is it when we least suspect
And things seem they cant get worse
We receive a letter or a phone call
Raising the spectre of the hearse
Suddenly all we are worried about
From our vain and pathetic ways
Are put into perspective
By someone else counting the days
When we languished wallowing in our fears
And revelling in our sorrows
Anothers told they dont have years
Just a few painful tomorrows
How trivial what we mither over
All the squabbles and wasted breath
When we are suddenly confronted
With the implacable face of death.
Not only do we shed a tear
For those that have passed away
We cry for ourselves in anticipation
Of our own final judgement day
Which we hide inside a locked room
Plus avoid and ignore in our youth
But as the days march inexorably onward
Start to gain true size and truth,
Until when friends we grew up with
Start to wither away and die,
We realise what we deigned think about
Is daily more pertinent and nigh
What is it that we fear so much,
In this coming to the end of time
Surely it is the total uncertainty
Of there being a future down the line
We dont know where were going to go
Being good doesnt seem to make much odds
No matter how it is we all behave
It seems random when meeting your gods
Maybe we live so long as we are remembered
Thought dear by someone still alive
Maybe then our good are treasured long
Whilst those evil have really died.
Or perhaps we transmute to a different form
Just as vital but beyond the senses
As if in another field to all of us
But just behind different fences
Perhaps in a parallel world so fine
They pity us left behind to rust
Or perhaps turn to another form of energy
And really go to ashes and to dust.
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