Manifesto, New Millennium Poetry of

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.

Poem Poetry: Ancient Africa

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: What is Love?

Sight

Poetry: Sight

by Liam

Look into my eyes and smile

What you see in me

Is not alone what you are looking for

You could find something more beautiful belonging to you

Has always been mine too

Suspended here within this iris of blue

Is an ocean of you

Our humanity floating upon the antiquity of time

Smile bright little bird

For happiness is the magic of this existence

Desiring alone the focus of intent

Saturated with the easy gift of loves moisture

We recognize

We rise

We encompass

We gratefully bow to the magnificent subtlety of sight.

Lake Constance

Poetry: Lake Constance

by Liam

Bring me color

Bring me pride

Gracious pink petticoats spread across a deepening skies

Oh! how your hues invade each lake, each spread of wet

Each cloud draped across the bed

She dared and drew her dainty head below the sight of all

The color might have drawn a sigh from my amazing cry

Dazzled let me fly into your gaze

To be touched by this in your multitude of ways.

Home Coming

Poetry: Home Coming

by Liam

All across my life I have been everything, other than a home

Lonely places I’d grown accustomed, to share my nightly dreams

Waking each morning to the cry and call of life

Insecurity knocked firmly on the door of adolescence

Oh! this visitor wrecked the house as we drunken fell unconscious to the floor

Lost to some new delight, a dark thought, shame, malice and far more

I met each, at the door laughing in ignorance

A moment later, emotional immaturity threw open the windows,

My sobbing eyes echoed across the fields of learning I still needed to reap

To keep going, to continue living that bread I baked and ate

Strength, inspiration, insights and you, Love

Moved in, sweeping clean the chaos, placing fresh flowers upon my breast

Each a truth, a blossom, each a blessing of recognition

Perfume, now fills this cottage of my mind

Creates a home we work for, we can create and find.

In Progress

Poetry: In Progress

by Liam

Is Progress alone enhancement?

Progress truly is only advancement.

So to enhance, is it equivalent to advance?

Progression takes us beyond the knowing to the knowledge

From the understanding to its skillful implementation

This progress is the way we grow

Enhancing, before advancing closer to the me

I’m striving to become wonderful

I’m progressing towards absolute

With you tangled in my braids.

Reveal It

Poetry: Reveal it

by Liam

Do we ever reach the end of what we could know?

When what, there is to know, is endless

What truly applies to who we are and could become implies finiteness

When, where and how awareness or consciousness dilates to accept the moment

Yes, we have been lied too, used, abused and disappointed

Those were neighbors, not guests which jolted the journey

Each a piercing stab at the recognition this life

Creates the requirements we are called to transform

Permeate this intrinsic experience with a vibrant vision of an energetic unity

Not unaffected by life but emotionally liberated from being it’s victim

Free in the joyous recognition that

Home is where the heart flies

The love is where the home lies

Reveal it.

Dream

Poetry: Dreams

by Liam

Take your dreams each a chapter true

Each unique to open in the story book of you

Upon the playing field of this dear life

Patience, allow time, enjoy the spice

Allow, all the magic mana falling from this grace

For in a moment of serendipity

We understand the context and the omega

Don’t ask why or how , laugh with the idiosyncrasies

Tomorrow’s mystery awakens in me now

I calling say, “Today, let this vision be the way to create anew, the me I’m dreaming of.”

Skylark

Poetry: Skylark

by Liam

Your wind sweeps past and through me

Lifting my skylark wings till they embrace the blue

White clouds we ask, laugh and why?

My 1000 questions

Leave me with Gods glance to

Support the proofs that cannot hinder nor define

Caught in the reflection of heavens glass

This Ruby red will pass my lips to find

Answers deep golden nuggets imbedded within the bedrock of my soul

Quietly awaiting the wind

Patiently awaiting the wisdom.

Poetry: I meets U

Poetry: I meets U

by Liam

Beyond the halls, the walls & wisdom of my knowledge

The magnificent mystery of the world rotates

Indeed we learn this we understand that

Individually, what I truly know is but a infinitesimal fragment

Let me recognize

Let me enter into the vast mystery of myself

Let me unite my recognition of how universally unknown

The I

I am is

Now the mystery meets the magic in the moment

Each in awe of awakening

Each in recognition of how amazing life

Is

Poetry: Inarticulation

Poetry: Inarticulation

How eloquently this peace
This silent moment of reflect, reverberates
Within its own music of understanding
Books words and letters lie along the trail
The story book of my life
Each a stone upon which I once stood
Whilst on my journey home
Heart in hand
Eyes fixed to the horizon of the universe
The race tracked in minutes over years has ever been slowing
Whilst the expanse has enveloped
Me
Inarticulation
Eloquently holds sway
An ocean
A drop
A spark
The flame
In this space it’s
Now
It’s all the same.