Universal law

Walking the path of destiny is both scary and exciting

Tuning in to what’s around you is enlightening

Realizing how and why things happen takes discipline and perseverance

Things that cut to the bone, become a cocooning moment of clarity and understanding

Curled up, revealing itself only when the time is right

It’s Universal law,

Everything we experience

Everything we feel

Everything we thought was bad luck or bad timing, becomes crystal clear

It’s then, and only then, that the butterfly of knowing and wisdom reveals itself

Things that meant so much

Moments that angered, or seemed unfair, runs parallel with moments that gave great joy, hope, happiness

One plays off the other, and it can seem very chaotic and leave one feeling despair and bewilderment

But

This is the key to staying grounded, and aware

We are all aware, even though it may seem not so; This is designed to keep us listening to what the universal conscience is telling us

We all make bad choices, we make good choices too

It’s about stamina, and seeing it through

It’s about knowing

It’s about patience

It’s about confidence and knowing that however it plays out; It still exists for a reason

Maybe for future occurrences

Maybe to teach us something now

Maybe so the right choices can be forthcoming

But it’s there

It’s always there, and that in itself is a comfort and a reminder that we are never alone

It may seem that way

It’s waiting

For the day

It’s Universal law

Universal law must always be obeyed

Even when you think and feel that you broke it

There’s a reason to think that way

Never lose faith, never lose hope

The law is there to protect us, and!

Help us to cope.

©paul

 

 

 

Walk

I want to walk, not around a park, or on, a beach

Where would I end up?

I do not care, I just need to walk

To go and never look back

A Cliché, I know

Truth sometimes, has no unique identity of its own

Funny that

I have no money, I will survive on my wits, my instinct

If only I trusted my instinct before!

Anyway

To walk is what I’m gonna do

As long as I keep moving

I’ll be Ok

I’ll be me

I’ll be free

©paul

 

 

Cold

She had no soul,

Cold and pragmatic

Even the house spiders

Remained in the attic

She drew nothing towards her

No grace, no empathy, no interest

In feelings,  or matters of the heart

Just an Icy “Don’t give a shit”

Look upon her face

“Cook your own

You can eat at my table”

She leaned in real close

“Pray, don’t forget

Thank me! For your grace.”

©paul

Journey

There’s a bad taste, in my mouth

Pain in my gut

An ache in my bones

While travelling south.

Many stops I’ll face, along the way

Demonic distractions

Will want me to play

False gifts, to tempt me

Disguised as all good

Must carry on walking

Stay under my hood

When will I rest?

Don’t think I can

Monsters will catch me

And fuck-up my plan

Tear me to shreds

Mess with my mind

Create false illusion

Destroy happy time

I listen to a voice

That’s always with me

Encouraging, guiding

My saviour, really

Keeping me sane

When insanity rages

Puts negative actions

Back in their cages

So on, I must travel

My heart filled with hope

Searching for peace

I don’t want any fire,

Ashes, or smoke.

©paul

Hide

Since birth

Arrows were fired, high into a dull pewter sky

He spent his whole life, waiting for the one that drops.

Piercing his weary flesh

Killing him instantly

He walked with head down

Fearing the worst

Shivers skated their way down his stooped spine

At times he felt safe and danced his way

Big mistake.

Very quickly he realized “I least expect it, that’s when the bastard, will strike.”

Head down again

He shuffles along

Wishing nobody, coming his way would know him

Couldn’t raise his head in greeting

Petrified of having to stop

Engaging in small talk

No!

Shoulders hunched

He speeds up his

Walk.

©paul

Awakening

Something’s changing, my heart is breaking

Sympathy overcomes me, on many levels

Cry for peace, need to feed, those poor hungry mouths

Compassion reigns, as sadness fills my core

Unsettled sleep curses me

Overwhelming yearning to be heard

My heightened sense of beauty flows

Through gateways to my soul

A creative need of expression

For a global consciousness

Learning of life’s important lessons

Knowledge of everything

Is me right now

I am awake

©paul

Numb

Hello? Hello? Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
Okay
Just a little pinprick
There’ll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
Songwriters: David Jon Gilmour / Roger Waters
Comfortably Numb lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Imagem Music Inc
Released1979

Scream

Needed, not wanted

Abused? Yes! and used,

To keep me, amused

Know your place

Within this space

Be grateful, you are here

Among us, Paul

Would you rather the street?

No shoes

On your feet

You have a bed

A meal every day

Fair reward for the work, that you do

How dare you, want more

Don’t care

If

You’re blue

©paul

 

 

 

 

 

Hypocrisy

We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won’t allow them to write “fuck” on their airplanes because it’s obscene!

Colonel Kurtz:

Apocalypse now: (1979)

Grind

Via Daily Prompt: Constant

Static noise buzzing, and humming in his mind

There is no escape, from the constant drum

Worse when he’s silent, tired, and numb

Alone in his room

His breathing holds stage

A front row seat

At his concert of gloom

He tries to focus and bypass the racket

Imagining clouds

Warm breezes and meadows

The smell of  jasmine

Of birds

Making shadows

The smile of a lady, and wink of an eye

Surging of blood

As she passes him by

He dreams of a lake, at the foot of the hills

Undressing and bathing

No need for the pills

Just fresh healthy living

At peace with his mind

Of loving and laughing

Set free from his

Grind.

©paul