The Effect of Dreaming.

The Effect of Dreaming.

Pale to find a moon,

On seven years cycle,

Under air and sky alone,

Filled for all eternity,

Somewhere sweet

A promised fantasy!

Gone the power,

Lost my strength to run,

I move again, once more,

Something less than

I’ve become, of wild

And open contemplation.

Simple pleasures finding space,

Running on an open hill,

Into the arms of grace,

Fond for peace and harmony,

Sometime really soon,

Knocking knees I swoon!

Give me love,

Let our hearts embrace,

You know this face,

And tease me always,

Something rotten,

Driven crazy by desire.

Lord have mercy on my

Soul, from where this hole,

Knows not how to fill,

Or save me mental ill,

Somebody with charisma,

And in my dreams I’ll kiss her!

Lifting Skirts.

      Lifting Skirts.

Laced bodice, cords straining,

And all this while,

Remember what it’s all containing.

Beauty in a tightened form,

Still lovingly kept untouchable,

Sweet and lithe and warm.

Fondled in the eyes alone,

Some wonder heaving to and fro,

I ought to hear just how you moan.

Frills and fancies under pressure,

It’s quite a task to learn,

The fastest option to undress her.

Sod all that fumbling, fingers hurt,

We’re in this urgent moment,

And frantically I’m lifting skirts!!

Hot, Hot, Hot- Cold, Cold, Colder. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrugh!!

Hot, Hot, Hot- Cold, Cold, Colder.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrugh!!

In the deep midwinter,

I have looked around to see,

How the love is being found,

Stored so deep beneath the ground.

Ickle, little seeds are rising,

Nothing new or law surprising.

But what has grown for you and I,

Is not cooled by wind nor rain,

Nor does it melt in summers’ heat,

I find your love is always sweet.

Shivers caused not by the ice,

I smile because you’re oh so nice,

And blow me softer to melt my

Heart, made softer in your arms.

In the winter of my discontent,

You always knew just what I meant,

When the days grew short and dark,

We danced alone outside the park.

Still is kept that frozen wasteland,

Once your spirit outgrew that bandstand,

Never to escape this fate,

Where you and I knew how to mate.

Bold as brass the monkey’s singing,

Nuts are lost of caution ringing.

Seized the day to learn affection,

Braced the chill of loves rejection.

Maiden of a proverbial icicle,

She even stole my fucking bicycle…!

Are we victims?

Are we victims?

Who tell truths, who tell lies,

What are the laws we victimise?

All our days could reap reward,

If we lived not to be adored.

Is it not easy to whinge and whine,

Assume another controls our time?

Be the prophets of a brighter day,

One we’ll choose where we can say,

“I am that I am,

I am the master of my own fate.”

Perfect law of opposites attract,

Knowing we’ll reap from how we act.

Doing what, will be done to us,

No excuses here, because... because...

Take the reigns and be a man,

Elect the experiences if you can.

Don’t make others a place to hide,

For on good conduct you’re being tried.

The forbidden fruit still calling me.

The forbidden fruit still calling me.

You may wonder if I while does my eye still fondle thee,

And shall my heart beat yet faster then, whence I long,

Beyond the stars of heavens open, where I may hold thee,

A place fonder than a tiny jewel, sparkling with a future

Eye, and peace in knowing secrets of thy making, often taking

Never faking but for love.

Again such fruit I’ll eat my fill, so sweetly thy smile

Has stolen me to be at sea, adrift on ocean, a locomotion,

Train to comfort on our hill, scents and potions catching us

Creating still more thrill, where love and passion never wains,

Often builds up again, so no-one loses yet must gain,

A friend for time eternal.

Seeing how fond the wind does stroke thee, amazes even

I, for once I made a pact with god, to send me grace

A pleasing companion with sweet and cherished face, he made me

Notice, ever more this notion, how even perfection was still

Perfection if eyes were mine, to see through time and space,

True beauty before thine eyes.

Of soul to soul encountered deeply, once more evolving how

We tenderise our minds, for on the waves we misbehave, roll

The dice for something more than nice, A tad refreshing over ice,

Kept behind New revelations, from where we knew a way to

Dance, take one more sensual evening for soft romance, a

Simple pleasure again, perchance.

Strong have been the stirrings of my loins, rubbed golden coins,

Hold my hands and Grip the ferrel exposing shiny metal,

Happy we could simply feel that glowing Evaporating steel,

Natures way to make us kneel, and embrace the love within,

That builds and binds, and dips and grinds, blows more

Than minds of us as lovers.

I’ll not forget how Love can still fight to blind me,

Nor enter in my heart yet bold, so get behind me, where

Malice never ever, is Allowed to bind, for here within the

Place I’m speaking, all time for eternal praising became a

Fact of how amazing, you are in thine eyes, thine heart, and

On thine proverbial tongue.





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The taste of Bounty.

The taste of Bounty.

Here I go out on a limb,

Are my thoughts becoming dim?

Do we all have power to be,

What we choose, to become free?

I do know, this urge to find,

Something greater than just my mind,

Lay on feathers soft and bitter,

When I would love our babysitter.

Older than the force of father time,

The urge for heat that came sublime.

Don the cap of a youthful man,

Eating the fruits of love if I can.

Spellbound ‘neath the sweat of grace,

I came to see this, on that sweet face.

Soft as silk and held much fonder,

We rode on air into the wild blue yonder.

Maid for a day to eat forever,

It don’t impress nor is it clever,

So no-one gained in this sweet vibe,

All on the notion of what I’ll scribe.

Be empowered for change to drive,

And build in love how we’d survive.

Drawn in minds of paler fettle,

She oiked aloft her shinning kettle.

Banging storm has blown my mind,

And on the floor my arse you’ll find,

Kicked and beaten till black from blue,

I’ll never know if I’d made two.

Victory has made me somewhat gentle,

Just to prove I’m mad or raving mental.

Gone the silence of how I’m winning,

It don’t matter as long I’m grinning….

Jamaica’s Son.

Jamaica’s Son.

Sublime in Trenchtown rhythm,

Three little birds were singing,

Hope of love becoming abundant,

Called forth a peace he’d bring in.

Mithered not by making money,

All his words reflected a truth,

Even though he fought with courage,

Despite his being yet in youth.

Deep indeed his depth of knowledge,

Proved in action, peace his cause,

He showed how to move a mountain,

Sharing love this iron lion roars.

Gifted more than most of men,

He strove to herald peace on earth,

Singing reggae in his last hours,

He showed us love and what it’s worth.

So don’t worry, ‘bout a thing’,

‘Cos every little thing’s gonna start,

The movement of his peaceful way,

Was motivated from deep within his heart.

He loved Jah who taught us patience,

And never forgot to praise his name.

Even when so many people loved him,

He wouldn’t fall to the drug of fame.

Nine mile, was heaven to this son,

Of a nation to nation, toured with song.

Full of light and love of nature,

And to a simplicity of life, he’d belong.

Finally crowned, the ‘king of Rasta’,

Bob was worthy to preach right from wrong.

He lived his truth and never wavered,

Showing how our world, can live as ONE!

Check out this song and know the love Bob was talking about.

Rise Above Hatred

Rise Above Hatred.

    R.I.P. Robert Nesta Marley

I do not justify malice,

Nor do I judge myself holy.

I simply walk in love’s shadow,

Where abundance greets the lowly.

Rastafar I for a force becoming,

Some reverence of my god above,

Music flows through my veins,

Where this message, is only of love.

Save for me no place in ego,

I live that your will be done,

Especially in the hearts of men,

Where we can learn to live as one.

I and I not be as strangers,

Take no pleasure in my fall.

Sing of love and peace together,

Hear the words that prophets call.

Blood is thicker than the water,

Mankind could make the fighting cease.

If only we act out our friendships,

The world could learn to live in peace.

Beneath the mighty god above,

All should learn to live in love,

We are made upon this image,

Where all true peace became a dove.

I am only a messenger,

But as an ambassador I’m known,

Preaching redemption on his grace,

For the forgiveness we’re being shown.

Carry on no more with hate,

Be courageous in the love we share,

Feel the emancipation of your spirit,

On Zion I shall greet you there.

Thought the light within is fading,

Remember how bright in love we are,

Stand up for, the rights of freedom,

Where love becomes a shining star!

‘Marley’ the movie about Bob’s life.

‘We’ll not forget your courage, a friend of love and ours’.’