Thus I Wrote

I’m losing the luxury of anger
My childish tantrums now are few
I must be dignified and courteous
I must be patient in all I do

It’s a shock to see the world
Like a rose with its petals torn
I can see the functionality
But it’s less pretty and more forlorn

I lift the carpet for beauty
Because kindness is not everywhere
But I will be kind in my way
And maybe I’ll make the world care

I know being kind to a stranger
Is not logical at first sight
But it helps to make the world better
And somehow feels about right

We’re on this journey together
Let’s hold hands while it’s light
We’re on this journey together
In your eyes my reflection’s bright

He’s a man
I can identify with him
I can feel him
Deep in my gut within

He smells the air
Like the wolf he prowls
When he smells his prey
He stalks and howls

He’s a warrior
Who cuts with his knife
To protect his home
And provide for his wife

He knows when to play
And when to fight
And when to join
And when a loner is right

In his soul
There is a ‘meaning’ need
And this can drive him on
To a good or evil deed

(These new commandments take the basics for living

Such as “do not steal or do not kill” as given)

 

1. Seek your purpose and find the right place in the world for you.
Accept with patience when you are lost or waiting for your turn to do.
Understand this is true for others as it is true for you.

2. Accept that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

3. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

4. Be effective. Choose the action that allows the most good to shine through.

5. Manage yourself. Manage your fears or they will manage you.
Manage your body with good food and exercise to refresh it anew.
Manage your mind with whatever works for you.

6. Love your family. Show your love all day long.
Create a foundation of love, laughter, security and trust for your family to grow strong.

7. Provide. Develop your talents and what you can give.
While you have something to share you will never be alone as long as you live.

8. Be humble. Remember your mind is small, so fill it with the right things.
Fix your own faults before you try to fix those that others bring.

9. Live. Live each moment as if it was your last.
Challenge life and be different from the past.

10.Accept that there are no answers as to why…don’t waste time in search or fright.
Burn bright each day before the night.

I welcome any comments on the above. I have collected these based on my journey and accept that they may not resonate with others. I would be interested to hear of any other views.

We don’t need the fire
Or the brimstone of hell
We’ve found something
That will do just as well
We fear its all seeing eye
Will observe us if we sin
And we fear the penance that
Our transgressions will bring
We don’t need prayer
We can telephone our plea
And we don’t need God
We’ve got CCTV

We don’t need confession
We’ve another ceremony
We now explore our guilt
On the couch with therapy
We don’t need the bible
We’ve so many laws
And self-help books
To help fix our flaws
We’ve come so far since
Moses parted the Red Sea
So we don’t need God
We’ve got CCTV

We asked God for meaning
But silence is all we hear
We may feel empty
And be filled with fear
We may be seduced by
Evil leaders and religious lies
With evil manipulation
Wrapped in a meaningful disguise
We may commit many sins
By what they decree
To replace God’s meaning
Unseen by CCTV

I live on Dean Street
And I pay rent every week
I work in a local bar
Too noisy even to speak

I have a child of two
From a man long gone
Then love made me forget
That I was just a pawn

I walk in the park
With my child of two
The birds fly by
And the sun shines through

Couples walk on
With their children in tow
And the fun that they have
Is something that I don’t know

I dance alone now..
The curtains are shut
The lights are low
I am Beautiful
Look at Me now..
I am Extraordinary
I am Shining
I am Powerful
I am Flying
Look at Me now..
I am Transforming
I am Flying
Look at Me now..

She looked like she was lost
As she waved them down in Kings Cross
She told them the cost
And haggled for five minutes at most
It’s about take and it’s about give
In the shimmering space in which we live

She said “Yes” with tears in her eyes
He thought he had won such a prize
She thought “He’s handsome” and “He’s wise”
He forgot all between her thighs
It’s about take and it’s about give
In the shimmering space in which we live

“Mr President, We must provide aid,
Otherwise our economy will fade,
And damage all the plans we’ve laid
Because of all the goods we trade”
It’s about take and it’s about give
In the shimmering space in which we live

He committed no crimes at all
He lived in a house with four walls
“Do unto others…”, he obeyed the call
He feared that otherwise society would fall
It’s about take and it’s about give
In the shimmering space in which we live

I cannot cross the big divide
That stretches between our souls
I can’t get your attention
With all the distractions and different roles
This is my life, and I feel disconnected
No one is affected
By the statues I’ve erected
I’m getting frustrated & angry enough to swear

It’s not about love and it’s not about sex
(But I won’t say no if they come along)
I leave this island and sail on the sea
To give something good that lets me belong
I work hard to create something of value
But everything I do
I find there’s a queue
I’m getting frustrated & angry enough to swear

I’m singing on stage and I’m working hard
The song is one they can sing along
I get to the chorus and hope for release
But we don’t connect and it goes all wrong
They sound out of sync and sound out of tune
My words are strewn
And howled at the moon
I’m getting frustrated & angry enough to swear

The sands are falling and it gets less easy
The world it demands something new
The pressure is mounting and I feel queasy
I’m listening but I don’t know what to do
From the everyday experience that the world views
It will sift & choose
Who will win &  lose
I’m getting frustrated & angry enough to swear

“Meaningless, Meaningless…All is Meaningless”.

Generations come, and generations go
We ask why, but we do not know
What has been, will again be done
For there is nothing, new under the sun

Like chasing the wind, how hard we run
But still there’s nothing, gained under the sun
The rich and the poor, the foolish and the wise
Live but their day, and then each dies

The earth it turns, and the seasons bring
A time for everyone, and a time for everything
To the wise a pattern, awaits to be found
Beneath the changing waves, and the changing ground

A live dog is better, than a regal dead lion
Enjoy life and grow talents, that you can rely on
For while there’s life, there’s hope in your heart
Once dead you’ll never, ever again play a part

Do not be diverted, do not be deceived
Do not be indifferent, to the gift you’ve received
Do not be afraid & waste, your day to burn bright
But burn all the brighter, because you know the night

Generations come & go, but the earth remains
The sun also rises, & falls to rise again

“Love, Love…All is Love.”

Let us go then you and I
With the evening spread out against the sky
Let us go, through the certain half deserted streets
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells
Oh do not ask “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

There will be time, there will be time
Beyond the fog that slides along the street
To prepare a face for the faces that we meet
Time for you and time for me
Before the taking of toast and tea
For a hundred indecisions
For a hundred visions and revisions

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

Time to wonder:”Do I dare?” and “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair
Do I dare, disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

Because I have known them already, known them all
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
Heard their voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas

Would it have been worth it, after all
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me
Would it have been worth while?
To have bitten off the matter with a smile
To say: ” I am Lazarus, come from the dead”
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all,
That is not it at all.”

I grow old…I grow old
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us and we drown.

I left you sleeping
In the Chelsea Hotel
“A change is gonna come”
I heard the wind tell

I sailed a dark ocean
On a rising swell
To finish my quest
Before the wind fell

I fought for treasure
To win love & respect
But it damaged my heart
More than you expect

The wind it changed
And I was cast aside
We lost each other
As our love died

Generations come and go
But the earth still remains
The sun also rises
And falls to rise again