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Manifesto: Liam
As a creative writer, a poet and author, I feel my readers require a clear understanding and insight into my intentions, motives.
New Millennium Poetry, volumes 1-3 is a Magnus Opus of writing which springs from the idea that with this new millennium, across a broad spectrum of the worlds population, an awakening of consciousness is occurring.
A paradigm change from egocentric materialism to a new paradigm of soul awareness.
Expressing itself in social awareness, responsibility and an awakening to the spiritual , invisible reality of all aspects, of all life on earth.
This invisible world has been for thousands of years the genré of religion. Different religions, different cultures, different representations of one common invisible spiritual reality.
“New Millennium Poetry “, is a collection of poems covering aspects of our human condition. Written irrespective of color, race or creed.
The common ground being that most poems explore in simple expressive ways, questions which are common to us all, seeking answers, common to us all.
Poetry is an interesting way to respond to soliloquies concerning one’s personal quest to understand life.
The truth is, a poem will only awake within the thinking of its reader if the content, how ever unconscious, is already present. When a poem resonates with its reader, the readers intuitive response, expresses what is ready to become conscious. To greater and lesser degrees an audience of readers will intuitively respond to the content of these poems in their search and need to resolving meaning.
by Liam
These poems reflect the endeavor of mystical poetry and inspire the spiritual awakening, emergent in the new millennium.
Liam
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About my Poetry:
by Liam
These poems reflect the endeavor of mystical poetry, as well as an inspiration to the new planetary spiritual renaissance that has emerged in the new millennium.
Liam
About Impact
Written by Liam
Impact is a force or shock in a short period of time.
Look in the mirror and say, “I CAN.”
Now watch the ripples.
Poem: Ancient Africa
The heart of ancient Africa
Where wild the sea does foam
The plains the dust the thorny scrub
My soul it here does roam.
The breakers grind the ragged rocks
The shore line washed in salt
Of mountain far
Of high bright star
Of raging beast
Of insect cheeps
My soul this is its home
The drum of ancient warrior cries
Of spear the shield of hide
Of stamping feet of arms thrown high
It’s war that’s greets the long past eye.
My soul of this has known
The sun of a new day dawning
The moon of the night time done
The future star to hold my heart
The place I’ll never have to part
My soul, too this will grow
Africa is my calling
Africa is my past
Africa is my souls delight
Africa i call till last.
Amandala
Liam Feb 2019
Poem: What is Love?
Loves joy is the wild laughter we together found.
Loves magic is the glue holds together when unbound.
Loves being is the silent power within all life.
Loves integrity is the truth which holds beyond the strife.
Loves presence is the quiet whisper when alone.
Loves secret is the truth we share to build a home.
Loves home is the heartbeat which creates the ground.
Loves ground a fertile place these seeds are found.
Loves seeds we share throughout the day.
With everyone in every way.
Liam. October 2018
Poetry: Butterflies
by Liam
When she looks at you
Listen up, for those
Deep eyes speak sweet
Words of silent selflessness
Each a butterfly
Alone though the colors, the movements take
My gaze to intoxication
Not my thoughts
My emotional wings take flight feelings
Lifting me peacefully on the intention of the moment
Eyes, gaze, the look
Mesmerize
“Half full or half empty is not the illusion, it’s the glass.”
Liam
Poetry: One to Eight
by Liam
The one Divine permeates the pattern
Man and Woman create the third which crawling cries
Four corners build the framework of the dwelling
These five senses connect you with a driving mind
The six directions bind you with a life to strive for
Be as clear today as you are in all seven
Be to heaven as you appear
with God innate
Poetry: Phoenix
by Liam
What should I do but participate in love
The troubles the turmoil and pain
Gain nought for this flame melts
It’s from those ashes
Dusty and grey that the Phoenix of Love rises
Born from shame we emerge anew Glowing in the refractive glance
Of Gods own giving
Touch feel free of what was
Intimate integral emancipated in this adventure of now
Me is immaterial, it’s about the ecstatic emulsion of Heaven and now
Whipped up in waves of intensity
Turning towards the source
Happy just because it’s you
Found free alive, in me.
Poetry: The Chaff
by Liam
Mingle friends each with the other
Share the joy of day sweetening life
With a smile with a laugh
We undo the knot of insecurity binding us to the uncertainties
Only God infinity knows
Where when why we
Step forward into the light of the other life
Eternity is simply this
Momentary ripple in the wind
Captured as we throw or lives like chaff leaving the seed
One falling one flying
One begins one ends
Each day
Poetry: Enough
My primary, initial and most valuable relationship
Is neither you, nor them or the other
This love affair is invisible, quiet and immersive
It’s my responsibility to care, love and support myself
It’s the whisperer of encouragement in moments of doubt
It’s the shine of a smile after
we have danced about
It’s the warm recognition
Both me and me are enough
Enough to fill the day with warm well done
Enough to laugh in the shining
sun
Enough to know this foundation is a fountain of who
Else can grow and learn this too.
Poetry: My Perception
by Liam
Each day sends me a teacher
My eyes, that seeing is not all sight
My words, that talking could contribute to understanding
My deeds, that doing aught be helping
Perception, is also communication
With the Devine
Where life, manifold and rich
Shares its mystery with my depth of awareness
It’s in the quietude of silence though
In the stillness of peace
I lose the self within the ocean
Afloat, a swimming in me
I becomes the drop you see
I become the wet you touch
I think these thoughts of you so much.
I’ve looked for Love since forever
These pieces, each a part of the me
Found in a puzzle called life
Leading back to the whole picture of Love
Hidden for all to find
Written for all to read
Spoken for all to hear
What need I forsake to take this home with me?
My eyes
My thoughts
My hearing
Let me cast them over the cliff of understanding
Let me hurl my inhibitions into a pit of passion
Embracing a heart burning like the center of the sun
Humble like dew caressing a blossom
At peace with moments I know
Take my hand and come, just flow.
Poetry: The Dialog
by Liam
The Teacher spoke,“You friend, are infinitely more than you think.”
Yet, said I,”This dust filled day leaves me parched.”
“ Drink not with your sight, refresh you thoughts in a quiet conversation with God.”
So closing my eyes, my mind was quickened by the fountainhead.
“The dust of today, brings the dew of a new morning.”
Thinking about it, I smile realizing how simple it is to go from despair to joy. This new thought creating a new emotion.
Poetry: The Apparel of Words
by Liam
Words are never ever wasted
They come from that invisible sea
From which those thirsty drink
Who on the journey become parched for wisdom
Words which are the apparel of thoughts
Thoughts which are the substance of God
Giving me meaning
Enabling me to recognize universally
The interconnectedness we experience
While on the way home
On the back to where we were Before being born.