Hardly any leaves remain
   At this time of year
The temperature is dropping
   Hold the duvet near

Bundled up so tightly
   Autumn into winter
Days do shorten nightly
   Family comes to centre

Sitting cozily
  With a warm cup of tea
None of this bothers me as you can see

All seasons have their value
   All temperatures their perks
   All precipitation essential
   Although it does interrupt work

I still sit cozily sipping my tea watching the leaves fall constantly and slowly appreciating the clearer view of the sky
Despite how many leaves have to die
That is the nature of the year annually to clear away the old tier to make way the new and in between
Enjoy the sky blue

So snuggle up warm
Settle in for the long night
Although it may be cold
This season is alright

A hero once lived who went on a quest to breech the edge of the world
By land and by sea he would journey
Walking through lands filled with bandits and danger he would fight for what what right but not out of anger.
A master sword wielder and expert bowman he wandered the land protecting women and children

Always he wandered on
For the edge and beyond
Off to the distant land of the gods

Who had the power to re-unite him with his love whom the evil sage Alaffat did steal up to his tower in the clouds
Covered in a shroud of death and despair.  Yet our hero did dare to face Alaffat and repair some of the harm done to the land.   He hoped the gods would lend a hand.
After uncountable moons set sail at sea the ship came upon the great waterfall edge suddenly.

The ship he was in dropped anchor and bid our hero off

And he jumped

Over the edge of the world into the waiting abyss
It was for love that he did all of this
A castle he found after surviving the fall.  Made of treasures unknown and purest of gold.  Values beyond untold.
The gods they did answer the call.  Dropped from above came a sword, a helm, armour and shield.  These were the gifts the gods gave him to wield.
For they were pleased
With his righteous deeds
Return him they did to the great magic tower.

Alaffat waited will all of his power
Our hero climber with tooth hands and nail and he he could not fail for he was bound by love
He got to the chamber where his love was hidden.  The embrace they shared was full of meaning.  Pure

Then Alaffat appeared in the door
This is where our hero learned there was more
Alaffat was not evil, only petty and scared
He wanted to learn of the gods and only the hero would go if his love was threatened

She was not a hostage, more like a prize to be claimed if he could arrange to conquer the edge

We all have our prizes
We all have our edges
We all have our love and our Gods
Evil is a strange word which is often mis-understood

I am an artist
Like it or not
These things inside me
   I have just got
To let them out
Share with the worldwide network for fame, gain and more of the same shit
But that's just it.  There is no choice.  I have this voice and it demands to be heard and seen and let out to spread its wings and carry the word to corners of the globe.  
But the world is round, no corners here can't you feel what I'm saying?
What is wrong with your ear?

Your eyes disguise how much of your life you fill with lies to deny and maintain what you were taught is the real but you're too afraid to let yourself feel and be moved by some work that you don't understand but happiness is there if you reach out your hand into the deep where you keep all your fears that seep slowly and dully up to the surface.
You would rather be sorry to try and save face
My fears are on the canvas and in my verse
I'll be an artist till I'm flat in the hearse and the breathe of life has left the body.  Critics look back and try and judge me with the stories of who I was and what I meant by each colour and each shape.  By each word, each syllable written but it feels like fate.
That's what the critics are missing!
I just want to share
Share who I am and how I see the world
Share the peace I have found and the joy uncontrolled
The healing power of yoga and art
I will tell you true
   That's a good place to start
To listen
To see
To pass through this life, living fully
To allow my whole being to my work embody
To let go of the results
Set myself free
Now that is artistry

There is a Hum
It runs from the top of my head to my feet's bottom
In and out and through creation

But it comes with a price
Desire and knowledge of how to live right
Not left behind
  This Hum will find it is truth
Which can't be confined

It is older than us
The world and the stars,
It can extend our consciousness past Venus and Mars.  Faster than any cars
can carry and that's why its scary
For most they deny
They can't though they try

And this does cause pain
Like washing away paint in the rain
The watercolour of our reality begins to run and drip and sweat to the depth of what we are and what we can be if we just have the bravery to set that hum free
Then just maybe
We can save humanity
If not us than whose responsibility?

Yet we casually throw
  The possibility that we can't control all existence into a hole where science claims to know.  

This state cannot last
The world is flat!
Can we at least agree on that?  I've had enough of this chit chat.
Once seen then there's no turning back
Reality is under attack

People try to dominate, subjugate, define and eliminate any views that don't increase their profit rate but forget they are part of this human race.

Quest for power
The hum is beyond all that
It soothes and purrs like a happy cat but the claws they are born and bear to protect the potential power that we can shower on our little lives every minute and hour

For the hum is a door to knowledge and hidden truth
We all had it once in the days of our youth but it fell away to  a world built on lies.
That's just a disguise.
Also the start of when hope dies
But I tell you true, right here and now, we can fly
Rise

On the wings of vibration
There is a hum
It can lift us past our station
To the great unknown depots of our hearts and creation

Can you feel it now
It starts in the chest
and moves with the breathe
Close your eyes.
If you don't believe me
Please
For your own sake,
Test

A Day
Today
In work
No Play
I must get out
   In house I've stayed
Else I just might
  Go crazy
Cabin fever takes its toll
   Alone in quiet I see my soul
Set down in paint and page
   For loving by another age
To share
Create
Puts me in a state
Most delicate
For I bear all for the world to see
Open my heart and scream THIS IS ME!

It's work and love, I cannot stop to share and paint what my minds got 
to be and grow and develop more past this cruel world to another door.  
Where death and pain do disappear and with them goes all trace of fear 
that haunts our bodies and our minds left only with those things most fine 
which makes us feel
Connected.

For we are
Made of remains of long dead stars
I see this today
In work and play
Tis revealed in my revelry
In stokes of brush and sweet poesay

As god does make the world anew
Sunrise comes each day on cue
Seasons change and flowers bloom
We are all changing too
This 
I Share
With you

Upon my word I must say
   Did not expect to wait today
Since I now have some time
   I may as well birth a rhyme

For my friend does travel here
   She may be near
   So I keep my cheer

Spend my time
   Construct rhyme
   Deeper to find

To see what secrets my soul
   Let go lies my mind holds

Grow, expand; to the very brink 
   Past the known and other's think

Until a place that is sweetly pure
   Come upon the very shore
   Walk inland to see more

So I wait for my friendly date
   The weather sweet at any rate

Past time and space
   Past life and race
   Onward to create

To seek and see what light does offer
   Shaking off this earthly coffer

Growing up into the cosmos
   Meeting with the holy ghost

Laughing at this thing called life
   With so much pain and strife

When the infinite lies just beyond
   The shackles time does put uponoked 

Out bodies which must and will forth age
  Until they reach their end of days

Our spirit is more than just a body
   Tis more than bones and brain
Look beyond mere anatomy 
   And the truth becomes plain

Many seekers have looked and seen
   Just behind our daily sheen

It is there
All places
All times
You need only quiet the mind

The connection lies in this silence
   Fear and growth have correspondence

Expectation is the root of pain
   Our mind makes stories
   But reality
Is not always the same

My mind today thought I would wait not
Irritation could have got

Instead I see
The reality
I am the company