Remember Their Dreams [Rev]

Loving my dad; with him walking slowly, listening
to him carefully, enjoying his preferred music and
talking to him while wondering about him - loving
him with hugs and kisses, hoping he’ll smile until
he passes; he’s frail at 88 & shrinking, he’s had a
long life, much occurred, and much went wrong -
BUT so much more turned out fine

He trusted his sons would care for him, yet it’s his
daughters who do; daughters he spurned because
our names were not to his liking & without need of
higher education thinking of marrying us off early -
now that worked out differently and today we earn
enough to spoil him; all his siblings have already
passed on and he’s the last waiting to leave -

I believe his mother and grandma Alice’ll be waiting
for him as he arrives in etheric dimensions directly
after life; I want to pay tribute to my dad now while
he’s still alive, not wait till he’s dead - though in his
spirit he may attend, enjoying funeral proceedings;
I’m lucky to see my dad and mom one more time -
remember their dreams, watch them revelling in

Treats the Duchess so enjoys to organise for them..

Being One (R)

This idea appeals to me: I’ve lost my sense of
enforced individuality as electricity is a power
manifesting in infinite ways - as lightning,
unique patterns every time, within electrical
equipment, gadgets and TV sets and radios
& useful things like toasters, heaters & lights

And yet the same energy stream universally
moves throughout; now I love the intuitive idea
after death we can choose to stay separate and
physically reincarnate - or as a wave become
nonphysical and travel unfettered, MY choice
is to return to the original stream and

Join molecules flowing to the sea until my
consciousness shares all its experiences
with everything, then merge with the sea,
exist as unceasing spiritual bliss in breakers
needing to separate only momentarily
before being one with the sea again

The Lovely Trail (R)

Back in that little space inside, wrong turning and
missing the inner cathedral completely, it’s cold &
chill in the small dark space where the little alien’s
hiding from life, I hold out my arms ready to clasp
him in a calming embrace, comfort his small mind
and lead him back to life - but getting him to stay

In the light is impossible, somewhere in his little
life he erroneously concluded living’s not worth
the pain and confusion, I try to explain life here
on earth is just a phase in the non-stop cycles of
eternal consciousness and he’s just like a small
TV set with the knobs all set wrong giving the

Impression he’s headed in the wrong direction, yet
he can choose to resonate with the highest & best
vibrations, with the most beautiful tunes ever heard,
with the enchanted forest canopy in our garden at
home, he shudders: Scorpio’s planning to cut down
the trees for more space to build a workshop – and

I explain that within the eternal vibrations we can
choose to be joyful in harmony and if he chooses
something else, he will be left behind as I leave to
find the lovely trail left by all those who went before
us; he runs quickly past me and grabs the steering
wheel and declares himself ready to leave on that

Quest for beauty, eyes shining with the excitement
resonating with my friends Joy & Hope living in my
cranium too; I hope Lady Wisdom will join us one
of these days – to guide the unconditional love we
found inside and don’t know how to offer to all
those who will use it to turn back to the sun….

Sing The Wonder [Rev]

For being the creature I am I take full responsibly
unable to concentrate, unable to master dislikes,
unable to conquer translation by analysis of the
information when it was boring - all I can do’s try
to make up for deficiencies offering unconditional
love - as a worker of any kind I was useless, but
at least I tried, though I failed most spectacularly

I really tried I can honestly say, put in all the effort
though never managed to conquer the little alien in
control living in my head - maybe I’ve reached the
end of my reincarnation cycles in a magical world
where enthusiasm, dreams and ideals are enough -
I leave my legacy in writing since discussion never
worked; I confess my faults and leave it all to

Youth to reach a place where conquest’s real, one
where I’ve loved, and still love deeply, which is the
most important thing in my life - I love all, will stay
true to it for ever, for all eternity, our descendants
will make more progress, & I take ALL love I have
given & received with me, which includes loyalty
and friendship, honesty and integrity - and this is

So precious, a treasure more beautiful than any
symbol I’d like to remember it by - grander than
diamonds, gold or other jewel, more enchanting
than crystals & song  - when I turn into a melody,
I’ll sing the wonder of love, wisdom and joy
eternally…

Responsibility [Rev]

I accept the responsibility for my own little
family despising my relatives, it is my own
fault in the way I represented them, it’s my
fault that my kids do not know and respect
their grandpa - though in all fairness, let it
be said he doesn’t respect any of his own
kids - so maybe this is a blessing

I’m guilty of listening to negative comment
on my mother - accepting this as if it made
sense - though logic has scant place in the
larger scheme of things; so my kids’ll never
know their grandma - and worst is, Scorpio
will never honour the existence except by
acknowledging it in monetary terms by

Paying a small sum for their survival as far
as possible from him - it’s all my own fault,
I’m the idiot responsible for my misery - for
my parents; - it’s a major loss, though they
will not admit it - and an indictment against
me, an accusation I will carry always …

Anger Burning Within [R]

I’m not here anymore, I’m already gone
on that bus to the Cape, only my body
stays, spirit, mind & feelings already left
lonely and bored; wondering how to pack
my bag with heavy mosaic tiles for my
Duchess and my to-be-altered clothes,
2 books for mom on Israel, Velikovsky &
a few Anastasia books to fill emptiness

I’m a waif floating over nothingness in my
expectation to be on a bus to the Cape –
time is just a waste until the journey begins
the Lord & Master of the Crocodile Castle’s
enjoying bureaucratic misery, doesn’t even
sense what this crocodile thinks as he kindly
permits me to talk but baulks at my topics,
I have fun laughing with my crocodile son

Being a silent alien at work - fellow soldiers in
government trenches; the slow anger burning
within since Lord and Master of the Crocodile
Castle refused to pay his respects to my birth
family, changing the weeks ’til I leave into a
form torture; watching the clock anxiously till
I get on the bus and forget about us… 

As Best We Can

REALLY? - Tomorrow I shall clean my work station -
DO YOU PROMISE? - I shall wash my cups, surely -
OH PLEASE, WHERE HAVE I HEARD THAT BEFORE –
And print out my Performance Agreement - STOP, YOU
ARE MAKING ME NAUSEOUS, UGH, FOR THE 2nd TIME
IN THE SAME YEAR, IT'S DISGUSTING - I know

But as soon as it’s done we can relax again, just put the
old brain on cruise and coast through life: YOU CALL
THIS EMPTY EXISTENCE CRUISING? IT'S MORE
LIKE HELL THAN ANYTHING ELSE! – Now, don’t be
melodramatic, after the fact it all seems like a laugh –
YES, BUT DURING THE FACT IT'S HORRIBLE! –

What can We do, we have to muddle through, with or
without joy so let’s prepare with joy even if it’s pain-
ful in the act, let’s wait till it’s over and then rejoice
again – OH, WHY NOT, WE ONLY HAVE TO DIE
ONCE – Yes, you little pest, & the dying still has
to be done so let’s live life as best we can…