Where the wattle tree are blooming.

THE INNER SANCTUARY

While drinking from God's pool of wisdom
That vast and endless sea
I felt a strange sensation
As someone else there, drank of me.

CENTRE.

Of all the stars in heaven
And the space that lays between
It's centre is the planet of your birth,
And, as earth's horizon stretches outward
At equal distance from your throne
Then you hold the central point upon the earth.
As light and sound need time to carry
All their messages to you
Your senses tell you, all has run it's race
And nothin that has happened,
Has happened in your time
For you hold the highest point in time and space.
That's a primitive concept I would say,
And a view that leads to sin.
But perhaps, if all would think that way,
They'd discover, "God Within.".......By S-word.

No thing can occupy your particular space/time, unless that something is you.

BACK ON THE STREETS.

She heard the footsteps on the stairway
And the loud knock on the door
But the old grey headed granny
Lay there huddled on the floor.
Cowering the corner
She never made a sound
Her lips were badly swollen
And blood was trickling down
From a gash above her eyebrow:
Inside her legs were badly bruised.
Another knock, and then a call
But still, she didn’t move.

“Neighbour”

“Ahhh, it was them alright sergeant,”
Said the old dear on the porch,
I saw them runnin down the road,
When I come out with me torch.
I might be old, but me eyes don’t fail
Yet I thought that pair would be in goal.
They robbed poor old Molly and took all her cash
Then threatened to rape her, if she rang the police
And here it is, not more’n a week
And they’ve let the mongrels back out on the street.

“Sergeant”

Well, You must have disturbed them, it looks like they’re gone
And seems like Molly’s asleep, so there’s no damage done
But when you see her tomorrow, don’t give her a scare
Nah! Don’t even tell her, the *******s were here…….By S-word.

ETERNA FIELDS.

Well I guess I really should have,
And I would have, if I could have,
But I didn’t, so I know that I’m to blame.
We were standing by the river
When she begged me to forgive her,
But I didn’t, now I hang my head in shame.

Her tears were flowing freely
And although I loved her dearly,
The thing she done had cut me to the core.
So I ignored her tears and pleading,
For inside my heart was bleeding,
I didn’t realise, that hers was bleeding more.

It was below the dam they found her,
Water weeds all wrapped around her,
That held her to the bottom of the deep.
In my self righteous pride and honour,
I had turned my back upon her,
Now, eternal fields of sorrow must I reap……By S-word

FOOT PRINTS IN TIME.

I've left them in the desert, on the beach and in the snow,
On the mountain tops, the river beds, in fact everywhere I go.
Tiny footprints-----Indentation---- to mark the pathways that I've trod,
Yet they vanish to the sight of all, except the piercing eye of God.
And He's always been beside me, since the day I ceased to crawl,
He watched me take my first small step, saw me stumble, saw me fall.
Life lets me make my own mistakes, and God---how many have I made!
But thank the Lord I've learned from them, that's how life's game is played.
The life I've lived, the guilt, the shame, but I wouldn't change a dot
For it's made me who I am today, and to me that means a lot.
O, I'll never be an Einstine, a Rembrandt, or Khayyam,
But I've gained a greater inner peace, and I'm content with 'Who I Am.'
Undoubtedly, I'll fall again, mistakes will knock me off my feet,
But they'll be new encounters mate, past sins I'll not repeat.
For I store the memory of my crimes, like others store their gold,
And my treasure house keeps growing, as my future life unfolds.....By S-word.

I may hate the things that I've done in the past, but I treasure the memories of those mistakes, that have made me who I am in this present, and keep me from repeating those same mistakes in my eternal evolving future.

THE OCEAN OF MANKIND.

Come! Ride the waves of madness on the surging sea of life
Come! Hear the winds awhispering of the troubles and the strife,
Come! See the orphaned children and hear they hungered cries
Come here and stand beside me and open those blind eyes.

Lift your heads above the waters, feel the warm light from above
Feel your heart begin apounding as you bathe in that great love,
Then come here and stand beside me and here, locked arm in arm
We'll ride the long wave homeward, to the sweet and blissful calm.
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On the crest of a wave in the ocean of man
We'll return to the shore from where we began
No more will we fear the dark shadows that swarm
In the ocean od turmoil, where life's mind is born....By S-word.

IT'S TIME TO TAKE A REST.

I’m sittin at me table and me mind's a bloody blank,
Can't seem to think of a single thing to say.
There's a million yarns inside me, I'm like a story savin bank,
A new yarn I deposit every day.
But today I just can't find the key to unlock this flamin safe,
So I'm sttin here and I'm at a total loss
To express the thoughts inside me, I wonder if there might be
Some simple explaination from me boss.
Cos me boss dwells deep inside me, at the centre of me being,
It's He who make the rules and if I stray,
I feels the repercussions of me wrong and sinful actions:
He don't protect me from my folly in anyway.
So through the years I've learnt to listen,
Though at time He's only whispering
And it's hard to know exactly what to do.
But I think if I am trying to be honest and not lying
To myself, He'll see me through.

And the reason words aren't flowin,
Could be---because me boss is knowin
That it's time for me to take a little rest.
So I'll get up from this damned table
And take a holiday if I'm able,
I think I'll take a little trip and go back west.....By S-word.

WISDOM

She was the first of God's creation
With her, God made the world
He named the woman "wisdom,"
And in her arms I now am furled.

She sings her songs of mystery
With words that tease the mind,
Suggetive of some ecstasy
Erotic, yet divine.

She fiddles on my heart strings
And with her magic bow,
Sweet tunes contrived in heaven
From my heart and mind now flow.

The loquacious liquid from her lips,
Expands my feeble mind,
With each and every precious kiss
I reel as if from wine

And babble incoherent words
Unable to expess,
The wonders I envision
When our lips are tightly pressed.....By S-word.

AWAKE MY LORD.

Now, close your eyes slightly and hold your pen tightly
Then call for the spirit within to awake
For it's he who I walk with, who, in you I would talk with,
And here's the request to him I would make.

ARISE! Let your light shine, for now is the right time,
To scatter the darkness and shine forth your light.
Release all your children held fast in the prison
Of those teachers of darkness. Those sons of the night.....By S-word.

Here's one the I wrote a while ago, the grand-daughter of a friend of mind, had an argument with her father and he threw her out, something he regretted next day. But she was missing for two weeks, until she was returned home by the police who found her, stoned out of her head, wandering the streets stark naked.

ON THE STREET.

Pale and pallid her face, her hair a disgrace
her clothes all ragged and torn
Bare and filthy her feet as she wandered the streets
And heard the hoons honking their horn.

They grabbed her from behind, but she didn't mind,
These things, they'd happened before.
In the alley she lay while the mob had their way
There must have been seven or more.

When they finished, they ran, she heard the doors slam,
As the car sped away all arattling,
Then she straightened her clothes, brushed her hair, blew her nose,
And continued like nothing had happened.

Down the alley she stopped, behind an old shop,
With a tap and some soap in a tray
Removing her clothes, with the soap and a hose
She washed that nights' filth all away.

Then she thought of her dad, god, she missed him so bad,
Why had she caused so much pain?
To be with him once more like they were once before,
But she knew they'd just quarell again.

And somewhere that father weeps for his daughter,
And prays that she'll come home once more.
All night in his chair, he just sits there and stares,
As he waits for her knock on the door.

And each day as before, he walks out that door
His memory, safe in his keeping.
When his search is in vain, he returns once again,
And asks God, "Where is my baby sleeping?"

It's a blessing I s'pose that he doesn't know
For I'm sure if ever he did;
We'd find him out there near a rifle somewhere,
With a bullet hole clean through his head.....By S-word.