Necessary Behaviour

I love the marriage between my minds observations
and the words it chooses to place into poetic form.
Together we churn out poems like the British do complaints…
In a naturally instinctive continuous way
Not quite expecting a particular result
Rather just releasing ourselves of the thoughts
that might otherwise keep us awake at night
or annoy our closest family and friends when
we endlessly speak of such experiences and opinions.
This, the necessary need to clear the way,
making ready for the next expectant rainfall
so poems can flow out my fingertips onto the keyboard
like the simplicity of ice cubes melting in the summers sun.

Where Inspiration Lurks

A pre booked budget hotel on the side of a highway
A hallway stinking of smoke in the non smoking section
A single key with no key ring, to open the door
Carpet that's caught many “spills” upon its surface
Rectangular wooden furniture sitting sullenly since the 70's
A humming bar fridge playing loudly over passing cars
A toilet that chokes when flushed, unfulfilling it's job
Plastic protective coverings on the bedside lamps?
A large gap at the bottom of the door that’s unsettling
Ceaseless lack of light that prevails after nighttime has escaped
Loud radios, televisions and voices seeping through the walls
Plaster covering angry drunken fist holes in the bathroom door
An automatic fan threatening to extract you too when in use
A king sized bed I’m relieved to see and smell clean sheets covering
The kind of scene you could hear a gun shot in and not be shocked
A gloomy room holding secrets disturbing enough to write a best seller
A place where I sit in my silence and listen; listen and watch and write
A place so full of dejection and lacking in charm, it inspires me to write.

Take a Walk

Leave behind voices
mobile phones
partners and friends
watches and time
physical goals
the critical mind
burdening thoughts
messy homes
work decay
fearful hearts
pained bodies
rushed lives
emotional sways
and all that separates
you from yourself.
Leave them far behind
breathe in the beauty
that surrounds your
every stepping stride
and return a blissful being.

The Voice I Choose to Hear

As my flight date to re-enter the world of traps approaches
I’m feeling the weights of society compounding my soul
burying my freedom by trying to add me to the big stewing pot.

I’m hearing my father’s words bounce around and bruise my brain
Money, secure job, house, security, secure job, money, security!!!
“Never ever turn down paid work. Never Ever!!”… His last email read.

He’s the unhappiest man I know… money, house, a secure job he works
beyond retirement age to keep the fear at bay of meeting his life face on
Realizing he has missed all the wonder, missed life… his job has been his life.

His experiences denied a true observation of their true meaning
Negative, angry, regretful, self destroying thoughts filling his
mind, skin, blood and bones, each and every cell infected to the core.

Pockets of dire uncontrollable misery collecting and slowing his pace
A paranoid world developed in preference to acceptance of what has been
what can not be undone, re-lived, re-written or acceptance of what is.

I can feed into and react no more, the poison stops here, I take a stance.
I feel no pity, no annoyance, no anger, no rage, no bitterness, no frustration
I no longer try to explain and justify my choices in life… His life his; Mine, mine.

The fearful energy I know how to shift… I know how to free myself.
I thank the magic of the universal learning’s no school could ever teach
for keeping me alive in the reality which the fearful fear the most.

My spirit defies this negative goo trying to infiltrate and suppress
it’s breath, its voice, its sense of freedom, its living in the present
My spirit speaks clearly to my heart and I hear and follow it’s path.