Poem: Dancing with Words

I love to dance with words and sing,

Amongst the daffodils and exotic frangipani.

Words drifting on a shifting breeze,

Shaking the shadows of tall green trees.

Vibrating they hum with the buzzing of hornets.

At times pirouette before my gaze,

On a spiderweb in the dew covered haze.

Or the six black dots on a ladybird red,

Dance and spin on a leaf in my head.

So with the music of this once born life.

We chose the joy to the strife.

We chose to dance not to fight.

We chose the true and do the right.

We share a smile and dry a tear.

The music

The dance

The words we hear.

Liam 2018 July

POEM: A Child

Again I take thee by the hand.

We walk in silence, the lonely strand.

Gently ruffles the breeze you sweet.

The ripples they tickle my toes & feet.

Our gaze is captured in the morning hue.

I feel a movement inside you.

Inside you shines a growing name.

A child begins, like the burning flame.

Of love we found on a star lit night.

The moon shone high, the dew was light.

We kissed and red your lips spoke soft.

Of who and where and when and off.

I listened deep, I heard you sing

I saw a star, a shining ring

Of light it flashed across that night .

To light our flame

To give the name

To show that heaven unites

Again & again & again.

This universal moment true.

The magic of just me and you.

Liam Sept 2018

WISDOM: Creativity

As the threads of your creativity weave together they form a slingshot.

To catapult inspiration, intuition, insight & understanding into the transformative world of your life.

Never under estimate your creativity.

Liam August 18

Poem: Shitluck Dude

He kicked the dirt with the boot heel high,

Jacket dusty, jeans ripped at the thigh.

Tongue cracked & dry, by nicotine & Jack D.

A night at the table with cards & Mc Fee.

Ace of Spades, Queen of Harts ,

Colours , numbers , royalty , cards.

The poker made broker the longer night

Mc Fee had the hand , in the other a knife.

Dude , hit the shit at a quarter to four,

The cards were down , the money no more.

Jack D was dry,

Lucky`s gone in smoke.

He spat on the floor,

No one laughed at the joke.

A fist cracked his jaw,

The blade sliced into his thigh.

He butted Mc Fee, blood burst at the eye.

Kicked in his groin , the poor bastard screamed.

Game now over Lucky he seemed.

Then he grabbed the bucks,

Glass crashed to the floor.

Notes flew through the room,

Stumbled, while running out into the gloom .

The tales not over, the story not done.

Shitluck dude had had his fun,

Then turning round with a bloodshot eye ,

The barrels blasted and Shitluck cried !!!!

Spun to the floor, shoulder spurting red blood.

Pain was crazy as he chewed the mud.

Then twisting his head

A glint still in his eye,

He cracked a smile,

Before he died.

Liam

Poem: The Gate

My home, beyond today waits patiently.

Heaven, is that place held in my eternity.

Though I seek, question where I go each night.

I need not to look beyond the flight of that intrepid flaming star .

Oceanic is that shoreless sea.

Truth is, I’m that drop,

found in this me.

Beguiled my moment at the door.

The dream of life of love, which comes before the fall.

It’s those secrets known to few, but known to thee.

The sun & moon

The cosmos, you & I

We look

We laugh

We love

We cry

Mystery wrapped in awe, what exists behind that invisible door?

Ages of man march forward in sequent toil done.

Contend the knowledge that at the very end.

We shall meet our maker at the gate.

Then we shall leave.

Live this life, don’t wait.

Liam 2018

Poem: Excitement

I’ve felt excitement.

Yes, that smirk, that chuckle of glee.

Bubbling up inside the true, the authentic me.

It’s not that often or that now.

Yet some how when you smile, I laugh.

I’m free, you liberate the joy the intensity.

Sparks, flashes of humor.

I reflect a glance in your iniquity.

Happy.

It’s what we have done.

It’s what we have begun.

Unpremeditated authenticity.

Touching, manipulating implicating we.

It’s me alive in your autonomy.

True

Oh yes please, I’m sparkling

I’m immersed in this momentary effervescent now.

Excitement overcomes the stated.

The causal question of just how it occurred .

The magic, the love, the true joy of ….

Who we are.

Who we strive to become.

Who we grow to know.

The potential, ours is the ground to grow.

Excitement, truly exciting.

Liam August 2018

Mindset belongs to the unconscious operating system of one’s life. Thereby it influences fundamentally the way individuals perceive life. This could be either positive or negative. Is the glass half full or half empty.

“Think before you speak.” These are the wise words that my mother shared with me as a child.

Now as a man, I say, “let’s meditate before we think, so that the words we share be they spoken, written or even our very own thoughts, be imbued with the deep insight of our true subconscious mind”.

Liam 2018 Aug

Poem: the Search

While gazing out across the sea.

Wide the sky but deep in me.

A seagull cries and in my mind.

My question fills that distant view.

The beady eye as if it knew,

That my thoughts had moved in tune.

To see the new, to touch this panoramic view.

Upon those wings which crossed my eye.

The reason, the meaning I wonder why ?

“A sea, a life & a deep blue sky”, he cried.

Embedded therein the mind blissed me.

The I, the self-aware, at one with me.

A new view is born immersed with all .

I touch, connect, Universally all amongst the clouds.

Within that panorama is a place,

An infinitesimal seed.

A macroscopic jump,

A consciousness need.

Who then is this I?

Who then is this me?

What then is the self felt thee?

My name it fades & with its-identity too.

The grasping need of having too.

Possess, to own or to dictate.

But wait

Let’s pause again to ponder deep.

To recall all as this dictates, reiterates.

The Beauty joy and freedom Found.

To unbind the mind.

To free the identity

To liberate the individuality

Liam September 2017