Whilst drifting in an open boat across a mill pond lake I think of the invisibility of power something not to forsake.
Imagine the power that is all around you Remember your mind will know what to do.
Water is very powerful as well as being beautiful and mild It has tremendous power to destroy, flood as the sea it kills But it can trickle sparkle, be still, move harmlessly It has power to heal, it can relax you spiritually Water power has a Jekyll and Hyde personality As rivers in torrents sweep all in its path People respect its power, it’s anger and wrath Foolish are those that ignore the power of the sea Water’s duel role upon the Earth as creator of life It is the bringer of death, awesome, creates strife Better to be wary of it, better still keep to the streams.
Fire, the energy to destroy, causes harm, everything it blackens Left in its uncontrolled and dangerous state it will flatten Everything in its way – setting alight trees and plants Melting people, houses, speeds the decay. Though man has harnessed the power of fire To torch him, his food, towns, cities is the real power Of fire, that does nothing any good, its shower Of ashes, piles of dust leaving traces for all to see.
The wind has power beyond wild imagining For though we see the evidence of storms and gales The wind be invisible in most of its disguises Trees bend they whisper to each other, reeds will sing Birds will glide, float endlessly upon the thing But the breezes, although very much there Are invisible not revealing to the studious stare Fire and water are visible forms of power Everyone recognises but wind is it really there? For most of the time it is not visible even when near.
Gravity in all its majesty is the power that is present At all times but remains cloaked in mystery Keeping us all rooted to the Earth is it’s paramount element But its visibility does not show as though to prevent Too much investigation too much scientific probing Though the scientist alchemist show the existence Of its power by falling apples and parachutists There is no other proof of its whereabouts We believe there is such a thing because of experts sense “There is gravity. Behold the wonder of science!”
Spirit like gravity is all around us if you could perceive The existence of such not having scientific approval Means that doubters outweigh the enlightened But the enlightened are better for their understanding Spirit is invisible like gravity and is an essential force For it does make sense of when combined with love The love that derives from the mighty Universe It links our tiny minds to the stars in outer space It gives purpose to the querying human race Spirit is there as gravity is there as wind is there To ignore the dimension we call spirit God Life energy Is like ignoring the power of fire, wind water gravity.
The infinite which was hid’ … Detail of the frontispiece of William Blake’s Europe: A Prophecy, a book on display at Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge. Poem Inspired by William Blake
I’ve been sleeping for two thousand years Waiting for the moment to turn on the light.
I have slept in clouds in the storms of the night Looking for a signal, wanting a switch.
I have journeyed inside a billion stars Staying only a microsecond away from here.
I have splashed the colours of the universe Throughout the invented histories of Earth.
I have travelled the miles in cases of thought I was tortured by dogma and politics of a sort.
I have been aware of your instruments of death You can sanctify your cross, do your worst.
I am pained for I am no longer free The Earth need is drawing heavily on me.
I am expected but your doors to freedom are closed Whilst the new gods are frantically worshipped.
I saw satanic mills flourish to yield gold To the money moguls who despise me of old.
I am grieving for the Earth waiting for it to awaken My sleeping for two thousand years is about to end.
I am crying for your clergy all have forsaken Me and my heart and the hearts of all kinds.
I am stretching out my arms, no one notices As I rise from this stone obscure tomb.
I am sure my next visit will be more worthy Melting away I went not just saving the money.
I’ve been away for two thousand years Listening for the sounds of love and peace.
I am watching a thousand guilty knives Flying through the air towards me alive.
I am blamed for wars greed and indifference Little chance have I to alter books to make a difference.
I am altered, fashioned into a nuclear missile For me to bless and for you to release.
I’m given the guilt of countless thousand deaths So that I may absorb the hatred and fear.
PART 2
No one shall sleep forever For forever demands wakefulness A gentle prodding towards awareness.
No one escapes the glare of the life force Nor shall anyone ignore the courses We tread, we dread the reality of passing over.
No one wants to see the skull and bone remains Because we were routinely taught to fear And we fear most that which doesn’t happen.
Like death as it is only an illusion But we were warped, changed by religion
The comfort from the religious when we meet teaches us of oblivion, from which we retreat is like so many nails driven into hands and feet.
No one dies because we go on to other places Therefore sleep be banished For our friends haven’t vanished They are close to our faces They are with us forever in all places All we need do is wish them to be near.
Sleep ye not, ye souls of ancient yore For thou hast a path to walk yet and more Thou walkest freely in the light of universal love A power from within, without – streams from above From below, from inside from outside, everywhere Thou walkest the highest mountains here When thou settles thy mind there.
Bring us the steepest mountains and hills We’ll make the journey one of our skills That were taught us two thousand years ago Universal lessons we cover with our egos But beware be not ever so blind Ye cannot purge thine own mind Of ancient and nameless wisdom For it resides deep within Every cell and molecule kingdom Of you, of me of us of everyone.
Make ye not a tremendous fuss Play the simple game of life for us In the manner of truth and light Make ye not false prayers For they attract white hot holes Into the spirit friends who become whole.
Lift thine eyes with gladdened hearts To the voices of those who know all parts, Mock ye not for what do we know? Only what we see that is on show What is this, some kind of Hell? Where our senses are; what can I tell Of our eyes, hands, nose and mouth – A hell invented for convenience hatred and greed An anvil for all souls to carry thinking they need Willingly for they believe is real but taken in.
The tragedy of two thousand years without name Greets my tired eyes like a bloodied torch of flame Singeing everyone with a hopeless hapless blame
No one sleeps but most are hypnotised By the goodies and rewards concocted Fashioned by mindless animals called humans.
Dull day, watching as a newspaper sails away Blending splendidly with McDonalds' cartons Coca Cola metal edged and ugly - Thought s of a new day Very much the same as yesterday Lying here next door to Primark My caps water logged virtually penniless Matching my pockets frugality Searing the unfathomed reality - Where thousands walk past.
What they see is a pile of rags and inertia Some cursing “ we’re not in bloody Asia” Soaked Big Issues don’t bring in the dosh Not do prostrate grey heaps Lining the Strand or Charing Cross. Blue coated lighted the boys with batons Use your legs for football practice “move on you bastard, or you’ll get more” “It’s the sailors life for me!”
The joke’s not lost like earrings in the hay Nights are always worse than days Junkies knifing your veins for pennies Prostitutes complaining about trade failures Blaming the begging not their aging layers It’s not only the cold that claims The street dwellers in this city It’s the absence of guilt and pity The liars of the Media affect your livelihood As sure as someone mugging your food The stories of violence leave out the frenzy Of organised scapegoating Blaming the poverty stricken With anything from litter to the Footsie collapsing.
Well meaning professional cannibals Hand you their insincerities And wait for you to smile your promises So they can keep the score’s accurate Then report you to the police Telling of drunkenness because you are a vagrant Wandering half the night for a vacant Doorway facing away from the wind Piles of grey rags and snoring.
Known as the “beggars welcome” Staggering into Mothercare’s entrance? Smiling at the irony, with a wince That triggers the aching gut rush Empty organs are painful most of the time Cups of tea sandwiches crusts or bones Forever missing off my menu.
Duller day, much the same as yesterday Only it appears to be longer It is much redder than before Due to crack heads wielding blades I’m becoming slimmer by the minute By the time an ambulance is alerted I will have become significant at last Statistically speaking anyway.
DISSENTERS VOICE 