THE DREAM TEAM
THE DREAM TEAM 2: FACE AND HONOUR
Face, Fire & Morality?
TALES FROM THE BANNANA BAR
DESERT LOVES
I have been thinking for a long while about attempting a long, story in verse, something a little different to my normal writing, something more esoteric. I’ll add the first few chapters here and see what sort of feedback I get. As yet, it has no working title apart from “Parallel World” and I have also written a short poem which follows on from the excerpt below. I have often dabbled with poetry in the past and as the fancy took me, but generally I have to really be in the right place, right ambience to get the vibrations. Anyway here are the 2 extracts:-
Chapter 1
T’other town, on t’other side
shadows and auras abound.
Our past and ancestors surround,
they protect and follow,
but rarely appear,
except in times of want and distress,
brought by our yearnings
and desires of happiness.
In my sorrow of loss and other bad times
my forebears appear and warm my bones
I’m never afraid nor scared some
when I sense their shielding tones.
In years, weeks and days gone bye,
I feel their close proximity
of this shadow universe
and the wisdom of these spectral guards.
How I wish I could feel the extremity
at least, of these beings of light
which care for me each and every night.
Commencing three years gone by,
after some commercial degradation,
I went through some pain and trauma
which led to ill health and deterioration
caused, in part by prescribed medication.
The potions then I sought, more unusual
assisted my search for blessings ethereal,
I was seeking a truth with a passion but
gained just a glimpse ephemeral
of the place,
where I was being driven.
In one momentary trance
I was shown the way
to this land of the souls,
where they gathered.
No more should I follow the chemicals
but train the mind in techniques meditated,
to transcend to the world of the wisest,
to the beings of light in the ether
was where my seeking led me.
Now my mind is trained and more relative
I have the key to open
the doors perceptive
I will welcome you my reader
to this land of shadows and mists
where the only view is a blur,
where flowers and souls exist
waiting to be appointed
to the body they’ve been anointed
for the cycle of regeneration
adding rebirth to creation.
Chapter 2
I will take you on a journey
when my mind is so aligned
to this world of shadows and
waitng souls entwined
Prepare yourself and wait
while we settle down to learn,
more secrets from wisdom and knowledge
and the powers of creation.
first ease into a state
of powerful meditation
not only free our thoughts
but leave our skin and bones
in a state of sublime maturation
As breathing regulates
and pulse reduces down
all senses then align
and goes through a door or window so clear
to reach the wondrous world
where ghostly souls pass by,
no harmful spectres these
only knowledge and astuteness
are collected nigh
I join a drifting throng
there are no machines here
nothing that has no soul
and I am carried along,
where my thoughts intend.
There is no land but substance,
of an energy force sublime,
this land where souls are gathered and merged
for reincarnation,
sent back to the third dimension
to new bodies of animal matter for regeneration
There are no countries in Etherland
only West Side, East Side,
North Top and South in South,
no language as such is spoken
only an ability to understand
Sometimes you can hear
a new word evolve,
but don’t worry from wherein
the spirit or heart it came
all vagaries will be solved
To relate is to exist here,
soak and bask in reverie
acquiring wisdom and perception
the likes you may have heard before.
Lines like this
“I wander lonely as a cloud”
and then it is I realise that others
had travelled this land of bliss.
When its time for my return
to my earthly body form,
it is then that I turn to ease my mind
and search for more clues
of the ones who had trod this path before,
and any mysteries I might unwind.
I would seek out words, art and music
that could piece by piece relate
their troubles and joys,
their battles of the mind
and that energy would to me dictate.
Chapter 3
And so I grew gradually
to know more of the land of souls.
I went there often, wandered learning,
listening and yearning
for my knowledge so to grow,
to such an extent that I could assimilate
and communicate,
with other shadows that abound.
For two years more I was in awe,
of the opportunities I saw,
coming from that world of mists,
and the wisdom of many souls,
common sense, and wits.
Would I meet others so inclined,
yes I did, our brains entwined,
we taught one another,
by wishes and examples,
thoughts combined.
Certain times I was called
to return,
to my third dimension,
where I learned,
to use the esoteric skills,
that by now I’d honed,
that would aid and abet
my human form.
Nature dictates that eventually,
certain souls with the knowledge,
chose the other way,
would not align,
and eventually stray,
what had been taught, became malign.
The rules of Yin and Yang dictate
there will always be souls of infamy,
abroad in any land,
seeking power, stealing wisdom,
or seeking others, their evil to expand.
those traitorous souls in Etherland
began to creep,
like a cancer within some minds,
to make them weep,
while all controls unwind.
Chapter 4
The moment I was chosen,
for silent, secret guidance,
from a heavenly body so supreme,
an enlivened spirit,
within my soul.
The message was to go,
go forth,
to seek the path of truth,
the ambience and energy,
so abundant within me.
I was given the means and tools,
from the panel of wise and true souls,
for on entering Etherland that day,
I was greeted thus,
by a lady clad in pink and yellow,
tall and stately, eyes bright blue aglow,
a misty scarf trailed around us,
as if a sensor energised.
She came back and forth,
into view,
as if she changed colour and features,
all at once, one moment she was dark,
the next eyes black, until I realised,
she was of one and all,
a combination of learned souls,
throughout aeons she had materialised
She pointed upwards,
to go ahead,
and in following her I was led,
to another akin to she,
her garb was of similar rose hue,
but with orange lines swirling,
twirling as tendrils free.
I was this way invited
to join the way, to senses new,
I could not dispute the authority,
as I was taken with gentility,
to a space of peace,
with a pale blue hue,
and awareness of nobility
where stars touched my very soul,
and nothing but love shone through.
This short and hopefully witty poem is trying to explain the difference between “A numbers person” and one who really only understands words. It is written as if I had forgotten a birthday or anniversary and am seeking forgiveness.
Numbers & I
Is that an I or is that a 1, I hear you say
I’m sorry my dear but it is I the letter,
because you see, I’m great with words
but with numbers I can’t better
you,
or whoever,
give me a book
don’t give me Sudokou
Is it one eight or eight teen I’m not sure
I know it was June, and is now two months
since you I met, but don’t give me an integer
or any other,
pure odds or evens, sums or maths
my head will spin and my brain won’t compute or enter
Anniversaries, birthdays, I forget them all,
I need them engrained or as a tattoo,
for me I’m confused if it’s one or two
or ten or eleven more,
in my head I’m lost, they are all taboo
ten or eleven perfect days
in June, I remember being effusive
was that the count or was Saturday inclusive,
all I know is it was then that I met
the woman of my dreams,
for during those numbers I came alive
and yet,
In my diary as landing at eleven fifty five,
that would have been when I arrived
but when I met you it was nearer ten thirty
at night or
was it later, oh please don’t get shirty,
I’m all at sea
because numbers do my head in
you see!
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