Kwanza lodge Kwanza River River of dreams River of schemes Schemes of lust Schemes of joy Joy in itself Joy in being Being here Being near Near to bliss Near to this This escape This repose Repose required Repose inspired Inspired by beauty Inspired by calm Calm as day Calm as night Night closes in Night enfolds Enfolds the spirit Enfolds the dream Dream of me Dream of you You in harmony You at peace Peace and quiet Peace flows Flows like a river Flows through everything Everything, everywhere Everything right Right for here Right for now Now, the moment Now, the place Place in time Place in history History winks History thinks Thinks of today Thinks of a way Way to make amends Way to move on On my own On the way Own Way
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Psychology, counselling, mental health issues, writing, poetry – and maybe more
Neurons firing Across carriageways Under construction Messages half sent Half-received Half conceived Fantastical plans Free of consequence Free of sense Forging ahead To freedom Independence Responsibility looming 'Clean your room' ing All happening too soon Errors of judgement Under the spotlight Decisions of ego Seemed like Such a good idea At the time Practicing adulthood Without the tools Ill-equipped Metaphorically Hand-held And understood Letting go Safety-netted Still abetted A journey toward Self-actualisation A revelation
Burn the wick
Just as the flame can burn the hand That strays incautiously too close Blistered reminder of impulse So the hand can snuff the flame, command Extinguish the light and the heat Its purpose quashed and incomplete Gentle shielding will understand Nurture, direct the naked light Use its power for doing right Protect the flame,reprimand The feisty draught set to blow out The light offering to end doubt The thoughts and actions left unplanned In darkness fester and take on A life, a needless marathon Illuminated, become grand The candle flickers and breathes life Burning passions put paid to strife
There she blows
The day is stifling heat Humid,even here,to the touch Excitement felt at the promise Realistic, though, bet-hedging as ever Eager for a sighting, full of hope Scanning the twinkling seas Humpback whale, oceanic mammoth Each false sighting helps anticipate... Behind us! goes the cry. We look, absorb Launching, a balletic, fun-filled twirl One, three, four - performance in macro Whales breach, flukes splash, blowholes blow Scenes of splendour, humbling memories
It doesn't get much worse than this Unsmiling face and empty kiss No solace here, my darkest hour A stark moment when love turns sour Peering into the abyss It doesn't get much worse than this A little death; this love was our Brave new world, a call to power Delicate, a brief Spring flower Fading in my ivory tower It doesn't get much worse than this Ill-advised dreams fail in darkness So here it is, my darkest hour Nothing left now, hope's meek cower My ending nears, an anti-bliss It doesn't get much worse than this
Glorious, they said, aloud
Head held high, saluting, proud
A victory march, again
More lies broadcast by his pen
Reality disavowed
His job done, his public wowed
No silver lining, this cloud
One more End-of-Days omen
Glorious, they said
Take a look back at fields ploughed
With all that hindsight allowed
Think too what will happen
If we abstain once again
And clothe ourselves in that shroud
Glorious, they said