I remember an innocence in life,
where social perception was as clean as it could be,
of my most early memories.

Watch it develop,
up in the street next to mine,
though different places have their own charms.

The clocks go back,
I go back.

People far away remember distant things,
and shadows haunt me.

The hour is not what it was,
only Sunday 29 2006.

The ages have past,
and things have past.

Peace be my will,
and hours wait.

 

Flow be my will,
a path waits.

The heart will speak,
so many subtract thy holy colour.

Endless be my strength,
for my vow be to life not death.

Perhaps I will stare like this in the wind,
or would the wind stare at me.

So what is love, perhaps a law of attraction,
but fans do not come?

Should I blog more, put doubt to certainty,
comment more, but should angels come…

I was and was,
like the spoilt dreams I manifest; I hover above myself.

But life be but a strange dream, I have aged:
but this dream of a soul has not. 

X, marks the head -
we were,
my sha
dow, my field of sad
ness,
my light is where my good feeling lies. Feel the pain, become the slave, find humble spirit. Let them lie, walk past them – do not turn your head, for we all cannot be so worldly. Destroy all thy ambitions, my shadow frowns.

Meaning of poem
Ambition has no personality, it is only a staircase, it has no landscape. Though most will reject me, I will sleep well.

Silence melts in me,
joy to you and me.

But few have supported me,
many try to set traps.

Tired I rest,
too much to do,
like shaking hands:
but you know me.

Heaven forbid,
do not judge,
he was only being difficult,
because life is difficulties for him.

Bonnard, bathe my eyes,
paint my dream,
wash my ears-
to the bombs of life.

This poem is also used in this song, though at the end of the song, link to download page.

Questions we seek,
down we go.

But optimism is laid,
like food on a table.

You scream in silence,
but tears of nectar.

The will is learnt,
and nothing but overcoming brings close to shadow.

Meaning of poem.- We all desire, but there is much shame in a person not changing, week after week, and year after year. We have to overcome who we are, we have to change!!!!!!!!

Down the years push thy hopes,
Your mothers may be not what you expected-
But you must not ask the way you were brought up.
(This third part is from the Call Up by Joe Strummer RIP)

Woe to the extents of the heart,
How it flares when we watch a possible,
And how life’s shadow covers thee when in reasonable doubt.

Thus stands past, and present,
the eternal marriage inside.

We need to give ourselves more space, and perhaps listen less to others. For our path is only for ourselves.