Sunday Nail Pamphlet Series
Burdensome people Burdensome past
The value of a life on earth
is more about how one is to survive
with so much hurt and pain.
So much value lost
in terms of worth and sustain.
So much of any other type of heroic gesture,
like having a connective edge
where mind and heart remember
and do not do those horrible parts again.
Courage to go on
It takes a fool to recognise
that nothing on the earth is of a paradise
unless in heart and mind do prepare
to listen more and to care …
Care about the earth and what exists
because without care it no longer can resist
the punishment that man applies
as war and warring, violent enterprise
continues to this day as death
to peoples who are in fact
no more or less, but crucified.
Abandoned …but why
in our Westernised society
Exceptionalism on the rise
or in denial of their demise?
She left him there
Betrayal was her name.
She left him to his own device
for in him
he was to show and learn,
forlorn, but alive.
Brutalism on our shores
Lofty heights and brutal shores.
Lofty heights and there for all
to witness daily what is what.
And if not …
why do we, in the West ignore?
Costly exercise – Death
Death is a passage
a way through
to that of beauty
within that of you.
– – –
Death begins and ends with life
one physical, the other spiritual.
Or that part divinely inspired
inside that of thought
Death in the Detail
The act of defiance is in the air
details of those deaths coming in
from who knows where.
But what is of importance
is in how we all respond
not because they are of our own or not
but because we all belong to the one tribe,
human consciousness the lot.
The Bastardisation of Truth
Bastardisation of truth
You search your soul, that of an inner worth
and value that for a while.
And what did you find, see or seek?
Was it of purpose, value to the core or more?
What type ventures to find that truth,
truth supreme of the divine,
that rich and prosperous nature
that cares for all, all of every single soul,
the cell of life, the life of all?
Who are we
by drones and satellites?
Where is our freedom
by drones and satellites?
Homelessness of Heart – Compassion at the Core
You are it. Iam it. What of it?
Are we up to it?
Silence is Golden if Peace is invoved
The value of a life,
precious beyond earthly belief,
going back years before one is even born.
That seed, sperm in egg, is where life is
and begins more of that richness,
that possibility for future expansion
and joy, harmony and peace.
Cost of living on the rise
The cost of living is on the rise
and no one anywhere
is apparently of any concern.
But with those weather patterns
in complete disarray
well, maybe they hold a clue
to what is to eventually keep us
toward a more formidable human way.
Hidden is not to say
that we are unable to search,
seek and destroy
but more importantly to love
what is to be formed, found
and reliable each and every day.
The world is in a diabolical state.
Are we even aware or awake?
Adrift in Retirement
Adrift is a term used in interpreting
who we are in life in the West
and retirement, time out, is only part
of that life sailing here and there
until this is a perfect period of review
to value that you
without the humdrum of worldly work.
Time out …
check with oneself –
who am I, what do I truly want
in this, out of this, life time quest?
The Bread of Life
the Bread of life to life
is one of the most sacred acts
of human endeavour.
The Factory Doors are Shut
The Factory Doors are Shut
No one enters anymore.
No one calls.
No one there …
the factory doors are shut.
Reflections of a downward spiralling trend
Look, observe counter
that which perplexes and ask,
and ask, why me and now;
why the value of myself undermined;
how to fix that painful side,
that undervalued me inside?
Love the life you are to have
and in that value all and every aspect.
The Gods of Goodness
cried out in vain,
Whatever will be left
if you all remain
less than self
that of a creativity
expressive in behaviour
that of a compassionate
and loving self part.
The Other Half of Midnight
The other side of midnight to dawn
questions of a curious form
dreaming, circling, satisfying, uncertain
but for one of the most amazing threads –
we are alive consciously when dead.
The Ancient Mariner
Oh how hard it is
to sail upon a world rich
ingenious as it is.
But of no thought of mind and soul,
no thought of love and longing to know,
but of a world enticed by pain
no hope unless
all do, in themselves refrain.
Hello Mr Bee
Hello Mister Bee,
I search and seek out thee
for I long to know how you are to be
in this world of eradicating everything;
including that of your precious joy, love of life
and preservation of the global scene,
Nature as was and has ’till now beauty been.
The Aloneness of Standing Apart
The very energy it takes
to value oneself is enormous
but to stand apart
from a crowded societal influence
takes guts, determination
and an inner self-directed pride.
The valley green, the skies blue
but what is it
that this person in my life,
now dead, shows through?
What is War About
What is war about …
Vagueness in men who know naught.
Vagueness is those who call them
those soldiers dear to fight
enormous armoury on battle sites.
Is it war or a war crime?
Is it for all who know naught
or more about the home front
deny their right to vote right?
Smoke Screen is allowed
because we care less
unless in a crowd
hidden behind and not a word –
and people die, lost
and not one single word.
Who is He
He is but the you or I,
the me, the other
the way forward, the way ahead
but not before self is discovered
behaviourally, kindly, gently
and lovingly to do and be
that which is the all of thee.
Eternal but a physical being Earthly and Real
Love is not something new
but life saving
when connected to that heart
inside of you.
Blinded by Mechanical Toys
’Phone at home, ’phone at work
’phone on hip when at sport.
What is this telephone
actually doing to our life … but naught?
Destruction on the rise – no place to hide
It’s not that the world
is being dragged down
but we who allow
that damage on the ground.
It’s not that the world is bad
but what we do in our heart
that has not as yet
been formed or found.
and no place left to hide
The world in free fall
and I must so urgently decide
who I am and want to be
so that denial
Can we Forgive
Who are we – but frightened
to even become aware of who we are
and in that forgive those parts
unacceptable and unlovable?
He knew he was gone
Who are we
if not him within ourselves
of goodly, kindly deeds and speech?
Shattered Splattered….what’s the matter?
The whole world is crying out
shattered, splattered no way out.
What is the matter with our hearts?
What is the matter we cannot love
deep inside where it counts
What are we …
if not a soft target
to learn to ease
all that of pain and misery?
Conscience calls us to awaken to the reality
of what our behaviour is spreading virulently
when the world is in distress over anyone not like us
must be turned away or cause to them utter distress.
The Song of Love beyond our face
Who inside divides and creates?
Who inside loves and tears down walls
as if to humiliate that part we have left
to declare we are both and in that
can repair, love and accept
we are all and everything that shines
when love of us is inside.
Love is the missing code
to our worth and the worth of all …
all who value life as is
without all that of a blaming hatred motif.
is not a game for our youth
it is more a nightmare that connects
to a deathly end type death.
Wired to our young’s brain
how can they become aware
if we, the so-called adults
do not love and in them care.
The Mystical Way
It is not so easy to travel far
without any guidance
and not even in that sky,
darkened, cloudless no star.
When though confronted
with that cry within one’s heart
it does require a courage
unknown until travelled that far.
Frozen in the Sand of Time
is what is frozen in the sand of time.
of who you are as you are
no more than for that.
Loss of Who I am
What am I but of a love divine
divine as the more I am inside unknown
but shown expressively as art as agency?
The story of who I am is me, myself,
the whole unknown but reflectively seen
by the way I behave and in that potential
I am able to know the me expressively,