Snow to the north
Rain to the south
Traffic jams in the city’s mouth

I’m speaking to those with ears alone. Whether you know what I’m saying is down to the clarity of your perception and the soundness of your judgment.

Early morning horizons 
They whisper to me of the coming beauty
Of the endless opportunity
Of the promise to always improve

Poetry
What crap is that?

AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
 (Omar Khayyam)

Black etched power in a fire filled passion

Life washes all its colours up onto the beach
Inviting us to pick it up and carry it home
I ascend the steps to greet the day and salute the sun
A smile falls on the ocean

My fears are rooted to the ground and I find myself heaven bound
Fog and clouds stream in below and I see the darkness slowly grow
There is a hole down there through which I’ll dive

Haven’t prepared for a new season recently
One to enter decently
But I’ve been here frequently
Hear now, this one is meant to be

I check my breathing, I slow it down
Check my worries, close them down
Crazy Bones

Ok, hear me now mate
What do you say?

Today I took a public vow 
To have my fun no matter how
The sky breaks, the planet aches
And my only life is here and now

That big picture unfolding, slowly…can you see yourself in it?
I jump of the cliff of quality, will the words of reason save me?

It is preferable to feel old early and get up early feeling young to feeling young late and getting up late feeling old

What crap is that?
Expectation equals result

Trust has to be absolute
My flaming sword, the one I trust
Will cut away around me all that holds me up, trips me

Leave it be!!!

There is no criticism in my system
And I release my peace on you
There is no hate that I possess
It is my fate I must confess
No misdirection dictates to me
I alone control my energy
Remove dead wood, plant new flowers
Clear the line to my higher power