Confrontation

Confrontation with adversity, I recline, looking into the near future, I look for the exit door. Other eyes project with purpose, with daring and will. I wish to dwell in a little world of understanding, and its peaceful place of my idea of reality. I close the door and listen, I have nothing to say, but listen to the silence. Emotion raises its uneasy voice, it is nervous and there is a trembling within it, and it hardly accepts even itself. I focus on all of the love that I can find, anger can only betray my truth, and in a moment it will give regret and remorse. And the summertime is full of peace, and it smiles on the day. It brings a message. It understands. It projects truth, and this truth is an easy thing, and it cares. And this is where confrontation is lost, is a loser, there is no care in its eyes. It is reckless and irrational and will become embarrassed by itself and turn and run in the face of understanding.

Perhaps

Perhaps we could make it right, if you lean to me and and if I lean to you. Perhaps our differences have only been confusions, perhaps they are overblown, overrated. I knew from first I saw you, that you were my person, and that time when you smiled upon my innocence, and it made me take a step back from you. Perhaps then, love doesn't have to mean perfection. Perhaps our feelings can be reconciled. Perhaps that evening through the curtains, wasn't what I wanted it to be, what it appeared to me. Perhaps, I could've been messing with my mind. And perhaps, love is lost to purity and perhaps, it walks alone. And perhaps, I never really needed you, nor the hurt that your pride loves to employ.

The Latest Trend

So its cool to be politically correct, which is nothing more than bigotry anyway, and the trend is to accept homosexuality as being normal. Fine, forces are at work, making you not want to personally think about these issues, not to consider,not to decide for yourself, to be sucked in, to cease your mind from thinking, whatever it may arrive at. We are all not the same, and that is why, we must make personal decisions, not leave it to the latest trend, to a populist idea, that wants to drag you into acceptance of things that you, in your heart could very easily be opposed to.

The Gift is Given

The lie of re-invention, lies shattered on the floor, truth is wide awake gazing at the ashes of the absurdity of this vain release. And although the sky may darken momentarily, it re-focuses into light,. And looking at a particular truth, of a particular relationship, there is comfort in the differences, in the division. And truth is where all of love must lie, and sometimes perhaps, difficult to search into, to process, and someone once said, I think it was Camus, that love is multi faceted, and lately I feel that I have become to close to understanding this. Love can be embarrassed by itself, it can try to turn itself into indifference or even dislike, but in the peace of the quiet moment in the stillness of the heart and mind, the gift is given.

Truth

Eventually, pretentious people enter into your light of understanding, they will not succeed, you will discover the truth of them, and then slightly smile, in a sympathetic way at their simplicity, their innocence, their wanting to be taken on. How disappointing to be distanced from truth and from personal reality. Surely a recipe for depression itself. And today I was dwelling on the laughter and the tears of what was real, for someone close to me, and who dwells no more, but yet remains close to me in the truth of my heart. And I examine my duties as regards him, and how it could have been more, could have been better, and I thought that, reality has aspects perhaps not obvious, perhaps beyond the material and the spiritual.

This Place

This place that I am in is constant, no matter where I may venture to go. 'This place' is the feeling of the heart and of the soul and is a spiritual reality. So to dwell within this place is the duty of understanding. And to dwell, is to seep into the spirit with fiery eyes and quietude. Fear must be overcome, and its blindness controlled. I must walk alone to a truthful understanding. No hand on my shoulder, and indeed, it would be refused. The emptiness is stilled and overwhelmed by the effort. There is peace even in this basic awareness. This place is a place to become home. This place is a place outside of me, that I will embrace until I make it a part of me, and it will in turn make me a part of it too. And then there will be unity and in the unity love will guide the way.

Today

Today has been trying to bring me down. Has been tugging at the sleeve of my heart, pointing at certain directions it wants me to look to, so I am not afraid to look, and then I look back at the day and search into its eyes, and ask 'today, just who do you think you are?'

Onion Goggles

Saw for the first time today 'Onion Goggles.' I should have been wearing them the time I was making a Chilli, put the onions in followed by those devilish chillies 'Scotch Bonnets' and then decided to wipe my eyes............

Good Deed for Today

So I am standing on O'Connell Street, this afternoon, and I see a blind man who is not looking too comfortable with the idea of getting across the road. So I see the opportunity for my good deed for the day and seize upon it. So take him across O'Connell Street and when we arrive at Henry Street, I say to him: 'Ok then take care' to no reply whatsoever. Who said just because you are blind, you also have to be courteous?

Translation

So there is a classic song, lets say it is written in French. So some guy comes along and fancies that this would be appropriate for the English speaking market, so he writes a 'translation' and then, if you have the temerity to check this so called 'translation' to the original lyric of the song, you discover that it has little in common with the song itself. So a beautiful song is bastardised, for the sake of money, mainly.

The Door of Love

Hey girl, you with your long dark hair curtaining your face. A smile from you, and I am lost in you. A sublime connection in the midst of a personal confusion. A new time has begun, it supercedes all of the past, there is thunder in its eyes, through its potency. And the thunder has control, and there is peace within it, when it is considered enough. And the present moment is an explosion, and it violently announces itself, and I take note, and wonder of its lack of self consciousness. And I think that I should shadow this, or at least I consider the idea of doing so. And on the streets of the city, it seems that all are strangers today. I wonder sometimes, where it is that I belong, and where the connection should be made, but it passes and I forgive my meandering. The door of love, looks at the picture, and seems to be open to all the possibilities, it seems to have a broad idea of what it is looking for, it is free,