What else should love be for?

Reciprocity

Hasta Siempre Commandante-Buena Vista Social Club

Rain

Revenge is the forgiveness of angels

They say to err is human and to forgive is divine
But the thoughts of revenge come again unbidden to my mind
Long I have contained this sense of vengeance
With my heart bound tight
As humans dispense a justice
That is bought and paid for by richer men
Silently I count the moments of acceptance with rejection
Deciding instead to sharpen my wits and hone my martial skill
To be at my best when justice visits this land
Because if God dealt in justice
Surely He will strike evil with my righteous hand
But could I relieve one of life
Render a gift of God unmade
Could I break the first rule of being
That thou shalt not kill
Perhaps
Perhaps not
Because I am always reminded that vengeance is His
So I wait and pray
That upon this person’s death
I will be present to have my say
That it will be by my will
This person does not see the light of another brand new day
But of course
In the end
This is not His way
He would spare me this burden
So He sends an angel
Is it coincidence that a murderer should meet their fate
In the very same way as the life they stole away
Do unto others as you would have done to you
A murderer is never murdered
They are called to account
To stand before the only one who can truly forgive
But their sins need first to be purged
So He sends an angel
So that I might live and love again
A testimony to a memory
Leaving the Divine to the act of His forgiveness
Wouldn't it be a blessing if it was this easy
But if it is not this way
That revenge is not hatred poorly conceived
I will continue to believe in angels
And live my life with my soul now at ease

How do you say goodbye?

There are many ways to say goodbye, but the most difficult goodbyes are the ones that underline a cross road of opportunity. They are the moment when hope, wrapped up in the future of two people, is no longer a gift that holds value or meaning.

For some, this cross in the road of opportunity is only reached after many years of hurt and anguish, for others, after only a moment of disappointment. But whenever it is reached much bravery is required in order to face that moment with grace. Strength will also inevitably be needed, so to prevent us from bearing ill will, because bitter goodbyes linger long in the memory and stain the soul.

In addition to bravery and strength we need to be wary, because bearing a darkened heart makes us cast at the fates with a forked tongue. In the end, any vehement remonstrations or utterances will serve only to invite the wrath of karma, the accounting friend of fate who stands ready to measure man’s worth. This is important because no matter the sense of sadness felt, spite lies always in waiting to diminish the value of our souls.

To say goodbye after fate or time lends a hand, therefore, means there can be no looking back. Simply utter the words and continue your journey along another path. Reflection holds no merit from the other side of goodbye, as this is where sadness dwells. Sadness endures only in holding on to hurt long after the opportunity to let go has passed. We should never say goodbye in the hope of meeting later. We should say goodbye and let go, trusting if anything to fate. What will be, should always be allowed to be!

Letting go is an art form designed for the soul. It is also a discipline that many minds find hard to grasp, mainly because we think we own the moments that pass at the tick of a clock. The reality is we share them. Sometimes we walk moments with many and in our most passionate displays with only one other and we would long for them to last forever. But only fate, faith or forbearance can decree how long they should last.

Notwithstanding this, we are not deterred from hanging on to some of those moments we share, as they carry us and inspire us to better living. This is the cross road of opportunity that also resides in every goodbye. In life goodbye allows us another chance to get right what we got wrong. Goodbye is never a rejection, it is simply an aspiration to a brighter day.

The saddest goodbyes however, are the ones that offer very little in the way of opportunity at the parting. They are the moments, when quite palpably, it is revealed to us that human love will not conquer all. They are the moments when goodbye means for forever, or until such time as we are granted the wish to walk with a loved one again. Pain is born of such goodbyes and carried until that wish is granted. Therefore, it is better not to say goodbye in those circumstances. For my part I elect to say “I will still continue to walk with you, but I will just walk on the other side of the road...” Then try my damnedest to walk every step thereafter, as though I mean it!

The Warrior Monk Collaborations

Cybernetic Ty Belec Reads...Jealousy with the gift of a white feather

The Warrior Monk Collaborations

Cybernetic Ty Belec Reads... God is still great

Je suis le bouffon du mal

To politicians who come in all shapes and sizes
I serve notice to you no matter your cheap ass disguises
I am the evil jester
Speaker of all that is unsaid
I reside in the heart of the clown
That tries to get inside your head
I see you point and stare
With pretend debonair
Whilst your laughter is reflected upon my back
Insincere
Insecure
Small minded
Pointing
But I am the fool
Tutored to withstand such mock adulation
Whilst entertaining with mental funambules
Your hands wringing
Clap clap clapping
The truth of the matter
I can remove my grotesque disguise
Remove my gaze from your soulless eyes
And turn my ears from your sickened jibes
Because I deal in truths
And the problem with your basic ass kissers
Who would like to arise in my disguise
They are victims of your pathetic cries
Poor bovine minions with cow like eyes
They continue to drink from an illusion of trust
Offering hero worship
That you prey upon with narcistic lust
Too humble to speak
But speak you must
Because you feed off the weak
An egotistical lust
So it is left to my evil jester
To speak for the just
He kisses nobody's ass
And is immune to your touch
Because if his cry frees one mind from under your wings
My evil Jester will be right to have spoken unspeakable things

To Lauren Delp, Thank you for giving me the inspiration to don the mask xx


Definition: Politician
One who seeks personal or partisan gain, often by scheming and maneuvering.

Definition: funambules
French reference to an athlete who performs acts requiring skill and agility and coordination. Historically used in reference to a clown.

Fate Heralds a Queen

Fate Heralds a Queen Born of

Inspiration from a Monastic Dream

We never recognise the hand that guides us

Until we look back upon life’s seemingly errant course

For us

Life is a crisscross of events

That determined we should find one another

As a constellation that heralds great things in the midnight sky

Our meeting was long foretold

A portent of visions waiting to unfold

Now in this very moment

We are strangers lost in a void

Bearing a love that is not contingent upon latent desires of the flesh

Bound together in a passionate dance

To a song that resonates in tune with the sound of creation

We are both yin and yang

Alpha and omega

Taking excitation from the universe that guides us

Awaiting every experience

To reveal once again what is locked inside our souls

As two perspectives return to the source

Our arrival will see great energies flow

So that the beauty in the world will never quite shine the same again


A reply to the poem; Monastic Dreams, by Ariel Moonfire.
Thank you for stirring my soul today Teflon, you remain my beautiful friend x

Pick a Card, Any Card...

Pick a Card, Any Card... Your card

will be the Queen of Hearts

I am forever amazed at how swiftly I can be accused of political naivety when I show disdain for our so-called system of democracy. The main defense of the charge which many are quick to remind me of is that our forbears died to protect and uphold my way of life. Furthermore, without this way of life my public voice would be stifled.

The irony of this accusation is completely lost on my accusers who are howling at me with such visceral displeasure. Think for just a moment. Had the other side, in any of the mentioned conflicts, returned home victorious, would the same view I hold be an affront to their forbears. I mean, had Hitler won the second world war, any claim that genocide was wrong should be an affront to the men and women who sacrificed their lives for the Fuhrer’s perceived way of life, should it not? Therefore, to be logically consistent, we derive from the argument of my detractors that only the deaths suffered by a conquering army should determine the veracity of the beliefs behind conflict?

I won’t be concerning myself with the huge question of justification for war here. Instead I will focus my curiosity on whether or not those who would ask others to die so cheaply have ever thought about whom, apart from their families, they are asking me to die for.

Following the end of the English Civil War in 1649, the notion of absolute power and the divine right of kings was replaced by a parliamentarian system of governance. The power of the people had spoken, or had it?

For those who argue across the red and blue political divide of labour and conservative loyalties in the United Kingdom, I wonder how it is, that it has never concerned that the leading political icons in recent years are members of the same family, that is Tony Blair and Margaret Thatcher. In point of fact if you further study the members of The House of Lords, or “House of Lords Spiritual and Lords Temporal” to be correct, together with the Parliament, whose members we allegedly vote for, how there is likewise no concern about the network of family ties that exist there too. For me this suggests that the voice of the people still remains in the mouths of a select few.

The life blood of Britain’s many young servicemen and women has been spilled on many foreign shores for reasons that remain unclear today. Contrast this in recent times with the double standards and two faced decisions given in terms of justification for war, made famous by the illusory search for Iraqi weapons of mass destruction. When you consider other conflicts in history it would seem that our children die when a select band of families fall out about their family jewels. Thus, the myth of dying for Queen and country is gradually being laid bare for the illusion it is, as increasingly more information comes into the public domain.

When you research the family trees of politicians that you think you have a “choice” of electing, you might conclude that blood might not be thicker than water. However, when these representatives shake up the system of governance and claim it an act for the people and by the people, you might want to check the credentials of the “kind” of people such acts are designed to benefit. Then you can decide which wars you might want to die in.

In the meantime let me share two thoughts with you;

The verb Parler is the French translation of the English verb “to speak”. Mentir is the French translation of the English verb “to lie”. These words come together in English to form the word “parliament”, thus “Houses of Parliament” translates literally, as “houses where lies are spoken”. The second thought is more a question. When the Royalists were defeated and the power of the monarchy transferred to parliament, where did all of the monarchy and lords go?

Parliament is one of the greatest cons in England, which is why the Lords go there, to maintain the lie that the people have a voice, whilst our children continue to die for lies.

In the end, though the pack was shuffled, it still contained a jack, or a queen, or even a king. The only way to ensure a fair hand is dealt is to mark the cards, or show everyone's hands at the start of the game. But so long as the house is allowed to play with a loaded deck it is not gambling. So, in that case I will continue to find my games of chance elsewhere...

Battlecry from the blog

In whom do you trust?

A political comment to the citizens of the nation

A Midwinter's Dream

A muse inspires the heart of The Warrior Monk. Hopefully a muse not simply passing through...

Battlecry from the Blog

A political comment on the leaders of the nation

Wednesday 29 December 2010

The Morning After A Goddess Rode

Beside Me I left A Devil In My Wake

It is almost time to celebrate the arrival of another NEW year.

After a year of properly grieving, following half a life without having done so, I have finally learned how to correctly hold on to lost love. This means that for the first time I can stand here atop this precipice of hope without fear, looking across at the reality of my past life.

The reality is a trail of broken hearts, as I managed to extricate myself from the affections of hearts I was incapable of holding, in favour of a lost love whose competition was often too selfish or too self absorbed to be held worthy enough to be told the truth. To others, I should have been braver and stronger and understood the pain of the joy they brought me. In any case, I have slept many times since then because life never stopped to give me a moment of pause. As always my race from grief denied me the opportunity to know why I was running. Instead I was always focused on where I was running to, instead of where I was running from. At some time many sleeps into my grieving life I just became focused on running, where to and where from were just details to justify the fact that my feet were still moving.

But between my hope and reality lies a field of dreams, some fulfilled, and some unfulfilled, but all of which serve to highlight the conflicting highs and lows of experience that existence with an absent heart can bestow upon a person. They lie before me and call with each of the twelve chimes that herald a fresh start with the arrival of each NEW Year.

Despite the extremes of such a tumultuous life, I was awakened today to a tremendous life lesson. That it is possible to let go, without losing touch of the person that gives my life meaning. Also, that life does not go on, it simply continues. Thus, the love that burned so brightly in me and demanded to be shared is not lost, no, on the contrary, it remains. I now no longer have a reason to be resentful of life, even though it never stops or slows.

To love, as I have done with such an all consuming passion is something quintessential to the soul that I am and to not give in to it diminishes me, almost as much as it diminishes the one who showed me the true value of my heart. This was my epiphany this morning.

My epiphany came to me after a late night chat to a goddess. Athena came to me in the night to share in my news of the disappointment of one who would try to trick me out of my heart because I refused to let her have it willingly. After our chat the goddess retired to talk to a passing muse, who was visiting from the world of Erotica, whilst I nodded off to a peaceful slumber.

Then the phone rang and I was awoken by news of a flood. Quite literally a flood was sent to wash away all that was occupying my mind. God does indeed move in mysterious ways, although this time no ark was required. Maybe because it was only one man’s sin being cleansed. In truth I would have expected a much bigger flood, but the almighty is no doubt aware at how harshly I already judge myself.

I presented at my gym to find three inches of water behind the front door. As I waded to the stairs, all thoughts of my time with the goddess were cast aside as I sought to deal with the deluge raining down from the first floor. It transpired a pipe had burst on the first floor as our winter thaw began to get under way.

A temporary fix of the pipe and a lot of mopping took my mind away. However, once the cleanup was complete I chanced a quick look at my facebook pages to find a friend had lost her mother.

Just when you think life is running away with you there is always someone more in need of God’s care than yourself. I rang my friend and we spoke at great length. Privately, I thanked the almighty for cleansing my soul and asked him to let me take over the reins of my life again, because he had more important things to do. For the record the recent burden that had weighed down my soul had indeed been lifted, together with several others, so it was to my comfort that He left to care for others more deserving.

So now I sit and type with my thoughts divided, taking my ease. I have no problems in my life for the moment and a few friends in need. My love goes out to you who are not yet truly aware of how blessed you really are, despite your current tribulations. You are in a good place and maybe even in need of a holiday. You are probably crossing your fingers in private for the future. But let me tell you that you are all in good hands, trust me, God is watching. I tell you that from firsthand experience.

It is never intended in life for it to rain forever. Floods are designed to subside. There might be tears, or there might even be a few more broken pipes as their cause, but I am sure that when you have finished mopping up, that your souls will be lifted too...

Anything but my principles

These Feelings Won't Go Away...

Love's Acquaintance

May love's acquaintance never be

forgot with the call of auld lang syne

As I traverse this emotional wasteland
Starved of love
Avoiding those of stone cold heart
Who would dare pretend to touch me
I remain under the watchful gaze of gilded faces
That should wish me to fall in the rockiest places
They invite me to banish all thoughts of grief
As though stabbing my own heart
Could yield instant relief
It would appear that flowers on the earth still wither and die
But your rose continues to burn brightly
Never dying in my mind
Irreplaceable
The best time of my life
A time that was closed
With the taking of your life
So now a new year draws near
To end the last year I survived
To the sound of yet another “auld lang syne”
Another new acquaintance needs be forgot
And another empty heart lost to mind
So that we are here once again
Lost in one of those moments
That conspires to bring me to you
My only love
The one who has always been true
Thoughts of you no longer bring me grief
Nor the desire inside for mortal release
Instead they keep me warm
As you ever guide my way
Another year calls
In that I have been blessed
Once again I ask your guidance
Before you are called back to your rest

What Does Your Love Consist In?

You talk of joy
To know joy
Each moment passes
Like a waking slumber
From which you will never want to escape
A world of dreams never ending
Nightmares never descending
Found in the self contained mind
It is experienced in an exhilarating state of being
Where life exists beyond hope’s expectations
So that joy becomes a transition to love
You think to know joy
What does your joy consist in?

You talk of Pain
To know pain
Each moment passes
Like a razor slicing into the flesh
With each of time’s pendulum swings
Wounds open to allow the acid of life to pour in
And despite the hissing and burning of tortured skin
The wounds will fester and never heal
Numbed to other facets of life some can become addicted
So that the soul becomes twisted and without form
And living without pain becomes anathema to them
You think to know pain
What does your pain consist in?

You talk of love
To know love
Each moment passes
As though your heart beats without you
For love is found in the sharing
It is loving heart filled with strength and fortitude
A heart that will protect you from life's nightmares
Love is not alone
Because to be alone touches the joy or pain of life
Instead love subsumes both
To imbue a rhapsody on life that inspires those it touches
You pray to know love
Who would your love exist in?

Always More Than What You See

Are there any who can tell me
What it's like to be a bat
To fly in a sea of darkness
With only echoes coming back
To know how high I sail
With never clearly seeing sea
As the crashing of the waves
Form in cave wall sounds to me
Conscious of all that is
And aware of all that has been
My mind is open to the world
But closed to every summer scene
Does the world look any less
With my view of what I see
Of a world I hear changing
With its surreal sounding scenes
Whilst you hear with your eyes
You cannot see what I mean
Because if you cannot see as a bat
You won't share my summer scenes
You talk as though you know me
Just because we are like kind
But even this cannot tell you
What goes on inside my mind
So instead I bid you listen
Let me tell you how I feel
Of my desire to see the sea
And of how much I really feel

Inspired by Thomas Nagel's 1974 essay "what is it like to be a bat", a critique of the reductionist theory of the mind.