Monday, 22 March 2010

Karma Conscience

I look back now at what has been before. My history, my life. I find it has been full of traits.

Loyalty. Strength. Defiance. Independence. Compassion.
Addictive. Lost. Insecure. Vulnerable. Determination. Many traits and let’s not forget traitors.

Traitors? Yes, those who know the truth but choose to ignore it. They don’t necessarily betray you directly, but their existence is about betrayal, deceit, traitors to the mask they wear. Traitors to the earth and its honest thrum. Those who worm their way into your heart or soul by hearing your song. Then warping the sounds into something truly wrong. They live in danger, destructive behaviours and touch all they meet with their damaged relations. These people are, quite simply, choosing to be bad. They make the choice, to ignore the good in themselves and testify to be bad.

They may have suffered trauma. We all do. In some shape or form. All individualised. None of it about comparison. What makes the difference between the traitors and the rest of us, is what we do to overcome our traumas.

Who braves their soul and seeks help?
Who hides from their soul and seeks oblivion?

They make the choice, to ignore their conscience and continue to blame the world.
Then they wonder why nothing good ever becomes of them.

We are all mirrors.
That which we imagine, feel or give out, we get back.
Do you believe in karma? If not, do you believe in every action has a reaction?
My life has been full of reactions. Now I am left leading the action.

And i see the way forward.
Embrace yourself, embrace your soul, learn your hardships and change the pattern of destruction.
Become one with yourself. Become one before you inflict yourself on anyone else.
Be alone. Be one. Come undone.
Start again. Be honest. Find truth.
The final trait will see you home, you will never be alone.
When you have honesty, Karma is on your side.

Sunday, 21 March 2010

Free words from the past

In my pages there are many others, sisters and brothers, grandfathers and mothers,
I am the function for words to arrive,
Creating a picture, make words come alive
I am a pathway, a passage, a zone.
Some ideas come together, some come through alone.
I have no objective but to flow with the inspiration,
Being compelled to spell out stories for the nation,
I have no identity, I am here to serve.
I must write what I feel, I must keep my nerve.
In the pages I write, I am additional to me,
I am he, she, thee. I am all of you, I am free.

Friday, 12 March 2010

Electronic Nation

The determination of our youthful nation, to be spiteful and catty behind their electronic narration, where’s their inspiration to be a sensation? Leaves my heart sad, my head mad, everything turned bad, all for the sake of showing hate at their dads.

And for no other purpose than to live life like a circus, hurt us, rebuke us, make out their mess is so damn perfect, but remember, it is we who taught your learnings, now we’re yearning for the respect to be dealt us.

All left behind now, the love the health the happiness, all left in the dark last choice over laziness, first train to nowhere, last train back, under attack, for the things in life that they lack, live in a shit shack, no one gonna watch their back, give it a proud slap, inside they turn black and their attitude slack.

Our young minds live absent from the real world, no grace, never done a face to face with their feelings, anxiety would hit the ceiling, like a French clown, always the frown, wont come down, without messing around, for they don’t know, how to make relations work, responsibility shirk, chose to be alone with their keyboards and a chat zone.
You hold the love, like a dove, true white, shining light, high above their fright, hold it tight all night, but their gone in their mind, so unkind, blind to the times, communication from youth nation is a painful taxation, always try to read between the lines, wouldn’t know honesty if it jumped on their behind, never mind.

All you can do is send out love and be true, keep away from the blues, hope they come back soon. See the light, and what’s right for they should be soaring the heights, seeing sights but they sit and prefer to type all night, its not right.