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.
These poems reflect the endeavor of mystical poetry and inspire the spiritual awakening, emergent in the new millennium.
About my Poetry:
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.
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.
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
Sweet petals create the blossom
Delicate gain the perfume of her glance
Forgiveness is a fragrance from her mother
She breaths in slowly smiles then laughs.
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 gratefully bow to the magnificent subtlety of sight.
Poetry: Lake Constance
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.
Poetry: Home Coming
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.
Poetry: In Progress
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.
Poetry: Reveal it
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
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.”
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
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
I am is
Now the mystery meets the magic in the moment
Each in awe of awakening
Each in recognition of how amazing life
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
Eloquently holds sway
In this space it’s
It’s all the same.