Wake Up

Part One

Wake Up

page one and all is fine
pigs are flying
man is lying
to himself and all
wake up
we are not the world
smell the roses
it is not something separate
to be used and abused
dominated and controlled
look at yourselves honestly
are you happy?
Of course not
you are anxious, afraid of tomorrow
sick of your mundane, shoddy life
office, home, office, home
dead, dull and boring
you feel empty
knowing greed is causing hate and despair
but feeling pulled into the rat-race
no option
racked by emptiness
life has no meaning
you are afraid, insecure
seeking pleasures and finding none
isolated from the world
yourself and god
wake up
you are not separate
you are one with nature
one with all
you are the world
the world is us
you are Buddha, god, Christ
nothing to be discovered
nothing to find
it is eternal
therefore here and now
all around
truth, everlasting bliss
a pure sky covered with our dark clouds of ignorance
do not seek any answers
there are none
and the seeking causes the conflict and despair you are trying to stop
the mind is the cause of all the despair
the feeling of a separate I
unique in the world
this separation, fragmentation leads to our conflict
disorder and pain
if it is the mind which is the I and causes this suffering
obviously the mind, the I, cannot find its own transcendence
the mind, the I, cannot find the truth
this is beyond them
seeking is really 'I seek'
again with the I involved
the separation of the I and the thing sought
more fragmentation and disorder
hence the solution cannot come from any 'I do'
I seek , I surrender, and so on
leads only to more disorder
understanding this
not verbally
not in the mind
but in your bones, in your gut, in your heart
the mere understanding of this fact that the mind, the I, is the problem
and therefore cannot solve the problem of itself
true understanding of this will result in enlightenment
the mind will pack up
quieting
and in that quieting
disorder will cease
fragmentation will disappear
ignorance will be as if it never existed
like bringing a lamp into a dark room
the dark goes as if it had never been
an illusion
so make no effort to understand
in this effort is the road to despair
as this involves the I and the mind, the roots of the problem
watch passively
non verbally
without the mind interceding
without the past or future butting in
with no images getting in the way
no observer
simply the observed
action with no actor
understanding with no understander
and in this understanding you will see the truth
recognise the oneness of man and nature
wake up to this glorious truth


Day in Hell

scrabbling around in the heat of hell
smelling the fumes
noises bubbling up and mice playing chess
I joined a game and swigged a cold one
check
the little rodent had me
ash fell gently onto our heads
'autumn on the way' the
grey whiskered grandfather mouse remarked
plucking the ash out of the air
rolling it into a ball and
plunging it into his bag
he turned and entered his bag into the nearest little
volcano. Poosh it lit up like a diamond
puffing away he offered it to each one of us
like the peace pipes of old native Indians
old Lucy came over
mobile phone in hand
always strutting his stuff as if he owned the joint
'hi Lucy, fancy a hand?'
'no chance, mugs game'
'I do my gambling where I can fix the odds, the stock
exchange like all the others'
he ambled off and I clicked another brew
the day wore on
hotter and hotter by the minute
who fancies a swim in the sulphur sea
right on and a barbie after
we all plunged in and had a good time
playing ball and splashing after which we had
a smashing barbecue with plenty of burnt grub
Lucy came back with a glum face
black Monday had wiped out his stock
'bloody humans' he muttered ' trust them to stuff up a good thing'
spearing some bread on his huge fork and toasting it over the fires
few move bevies and we all lightened up
Lucy cracking jokes and bones
laughing filled the air
god came over for a chat
'bloody boring in my house
who fancies an arm wrestle'
'oh grow up big g
have a smoke'
the night wore on
the brew was cracked
speech grew slurred
finally we all stumbled home


Saturday Morning

Saturday rolls on
arrives with a bright sun shining
through the curtained window
wife, daughter and I
roll over in unison and yawn
eyes sleepily open smiling at each other
lovely day
your turn for making the morning cup of tea Trish
whispers to me
Sarah hides under the sheets
bouncing back and forth and laughing
with an infectious grin
full to burst with energy already
whilst I find it difficult to keep my eyes open
crawling slowly out of the sheets
I shiver feeling the cold
Sarah seems not to feel its effect
she is already off and running
juice, juice, juice
the morning clarion call
a gorgeous day
I look at my family and smile
it will be a wonderful day


Aliens in the paddock

kangaroos hop aboard my head
kettle boils dry
where to fellows?
Yellow eyeballs wink and quiver
jasper barks and eats his kippers
down boy
look the moon has landed
aliens appear all human looking
howdy dowdy earthlings
not too bad, alienings
fancy a brew
don't mind if I do
cascading lighting shot through my foot
hair lashed out and speared the rod
battered and fried
I showered in cows udders
tore a hole in the fabric of time
thor's hammer, Mjolnir, appeared
glued itself to my hand
who are you
I am uru
nice to me you
threw the Frisbee
it flew off to the sweet seller
bring me back one


I held an angel to my breast and died

sweet mercy of life
hold me close and don't let me breathe
squeeze all breath out of me
dying in your arms
oh yes please
eternal release in the arms of the angel of death
how I long for your embrace
to hold and comfort me in my time of sanctimony
come, play the game of chess for my soul, all rotted
decaying into green slime, feel
free to occupy the centre of such an animal as I, finding
hate and desire in every corner
I am a man
nay I am a god
bow down before your destiny and kiss my feet
wait, choice words too many to recollect
what happened whilst I was away collecting the souls of
the dead; harmony has disappeared from this city
the world all over filled with dark dregs of humanity
no light to shine the way to a better place if none
exists why do I continue to look
cease dear brutus put away the knife
alas for us all


escape from the cage of no escape

my arms ache in fatigue of much toil, sweeping the path to my
heart with a old shovel and spade; no more feeling any love for
the world. I have died inside
empty echoes roam my inner life
I look but see nothing
I am fading away to the world of dark and sadness with no regret
I welcome the oblivion
having to traverse all paths to reach the goal of life
no path
here at all times
but we do not see it
come to me my devil of a thousand disguises. Let us reminisce and play
the tunes together. Pick up the viola as I tune
the piano of strings made from human pain and sorrow
so sweet to the touch
mine involved with all yours
why strive for this goal, if illusion like all others
I live perchance to dream of insipid loves and romances with nobodies
we are all nobodies feeling ourselves special
wake up to us
let our soul fade away no longer trapping us in a cage of our creation
free me I rattle the cages
rats of guards, minding me run up and slam the door tighter
no escape old boy
but there is
just don't think of it, relax, think nothing and fade out of life
free for ever.


Footie fever

The football is coming on the telly so I pass time away before it comes on by writing a poem
about what
about the greatest game in the world
footie
not aussie rules
not american
not rugby
but football
not soccer
but football
what is soccer nothing but a made up name
give me footie anytime
eleven a side, goals at either end and one leather ball to get in the net
simple as you like
nothing beats it
poetry in motion when I play the game fellows drink their booze quicker
Sheila's shag their fellows faster
and grown babies guzzle bottles like they are going out of fashion
give me the ball
you fucking wanker
lovely turn of phrase us footie maniacs
come on you blues


truth is everywhere in all things

Truth is everywhere in all things
I line I wrote in a book
worth repeating
very profound
I love this line
Truth is everywhere in all things
in you and me and our friends and enemies.
In the tree in our garden, the dirt on our feet and even the fly
buzzing our heads
Truth really is everywhere in all things
if only we could see it.
well you can if you give up wanting, give up desiring, give up doing
give up yourself as individual Joe bloggs
all illusion coating yourself in a hardening prison
free yourself by giving it all up and recognising within
truth is everywhere in all things.


Anything but

I see for myself there is nothing to be done
all plans count for nothing
alienate you from your family and friends
more time spent doing useless work than smelling the roses or
swimming with your daughter
what are these things we do
nothing
bunch of dead nothingness
to occupy our minds
sitting around in meetings deciding how money is spent
throw it all away
may as well
jobs which count for nothing
mean nothing
do nothing
we have created a complicated world to give us things to do
tasks for our restless minds to solve
otherwise we feel empty
bored
nothing to do
we have to do something
most important words in our language 'I do'
I, the individual, and to do
rule our lives with an iron grip
never can we sit still
hobbies, internet, football, sugar sticks to take away the taste of despair
depression which would hit us if we saw the Truth of our lives
an emptiness coated by nothing but our own minds.
We cannot even bear to have the radio off as it gives our minds time to roam
no chance
can't stand it
put on the telly, radio, music to keep our minds occupied
anything but silence
anything but sitting quietly
anything but


the living world

a shot rang out and time stopped
quivers of arrows flew unerringly towards the target
bullets, lasers, bombs
aimed at the worlds heart
steadily beating with life
open and shut
the missiles bounced off
Gaii cannot be killed
though we continue to try
destroying the environment
destroying ourselves
cause we are the world
the world is us
live now
enjoy
experience


Flying all the world

I flew around the world
saw all the temples
Buddha's, Vishnus, and Shiva's
listened to the Gurus
spoke to the enlightened beings
and realised
it all exists within.


Bhakti Marga

Miracles appear beyond my ken
Sai Baba in India with his vibhuti
man reaping past karma
forget all desires
turn within
we are all one
follow the path of devotion
bhakti marga


Cuming

nothing can prepare you for the time of your life
she opens her legs and you peer in
wonder what to do
is this real
is she going to allow me to have sex with her
the thing I have fantasised about for so long
wanked off five times a day since I could play with my cock
rubbed up and down goal posts before I knew what orgasm one
am I going to go all the way
as its known
down the back of the school yard
'have far did you get'
'did you get your finger in'
'bit of finger pie'
'let me smell'
'did you go all the way'
others had boasted as I sat idly by listening with envy
well now its my turn and I'm scared shitless
what do I do now
its not going hard.
Trying to get the condom on a floppy thing in my hand
what the fuck can I do
sweat pouring off my back.
'what's up honey'
'nothing, nothing'
scrambling in the dark to get it on a half flaccid penis
please say this cannot be happening
please not
'don't worry, it happens to everyone'
she does not sound pissed off
'come here'
she rolls me onto my back and takes the drooping ember into her mouth
'relax and enjoy it' she admonishes
as the pleasure takes hold
her fingers pulling my foreskin back as far as it can go
exposing a raw red end
'lovely' she sighs before teasing out her tongue and lightly touching the end
I nearly come there and then arching out of the bed in undreamed of ecstasy
'felt good eh babe' she laughed
tongue gently licking up and down my red orb
I held my breath
I danced on the bed
I could not do anything but scrunch up my face in seeming agony of pain
yet it was pleasure
her licks became stronger and
it was in
she had taken my whole cock into her mouth and sucking like crazy
I felt ready to blow
totally exhausted I could not hold on anymore coming in a burst to shame Mt. Vesuvius
she kept sucking, drinking down my cum
my cock felt tender as ice
I wriggled to break free but she held me strong
I was getting hard again against my will
give me strength
I loved it
coming over her face, her tits and all her body
she loved it
we loved each other.


The thing outside my window

I looked out the window and saw
what?
I cannot remember
a reflection of the past
my past
or future!!

I shivered as if someone walked over my grave
old wives tale
handed down
but I shivered none the less
it looked straight at me
what are you?

You already know
I looked inside
it was right
but what did I know
everything and
nothing


diamonds in the sky

crushing the grass petals
smoking it in an elevating bang
swimming the monsoon rains
pouring on a naked body
living in a coffee mug
swirling down with the dregs
bouncing along the kegs
put one in my pocket
eyeballs in their sockets
the world turns
grasshoppers jump into eternity
moon shines with starlight
twinkle, twinkle
diamonds in the sky
sing a long a long


Blue Angel

a blue angel
gold armbands up high near the neck
holding onto the greying wings
pure white covered by dark
blank face with pits of eyes
thin naked body
held on a string like a kit
straining man puffing and pulling
in danger of losing the angel
he steps back
as our vision increases we see more
behind a plain brown building
bars over the only window
a jail for the conscious mind
a self-made jail for man
angel is ourselves attempting escape
our true self
our true desire
the ego man holds it back
but the strain gets harder as the mind quietens
ego fades as nothing
none existed
but so too the angel fades
content goes, then consciousness follows
angel, ego, jail
all as nothing
emptiness remains
in that emptiness there is form
all form is that emptiness
the absence is positive
beyond opposites
it is Truth


If truth be told

If truth be told I feel shit
too much booze
too much chocolate
all bad for you
yet what is bad
what is good
made up imaginings of a crazy mind
forget them
ignore them
get rid of the guilt trip
it is this causing the pain
fuck it
god is there to take the guilt
he laughs under the strain
eternal friend
ready to shoulder all your troubles
let him and smile
feel free
you are free and always have been.

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