We are all our own clay

Some people think they are not creative
Some people produce art and are called creative
Some times as scupltors or painters
Some times as writers or poets

We are all created
We are our own clay
We shape it each day
We choose to make it better
We choose to make it worse
We may choose to remodel
We are all creative
We are in control
We should strive for beauty
We are already beauty
We need to find and recognise it

Aquisitiveness a modern disease

Want I want really want
We need, we need stuff
Stuff things need more
stuff i want right now
choice and more for me
more choice and greed
never satisfied at all
always more to have
accumulate in this life
degenarating the mind
disquieting the soul
modern is progress!
is this a joke? sick
of things sick of stuff
simple clear messages
kindness and heart
space to think and be
part of it all as we are
together united in
continuous change
renewal and rebirth
life after life
What is death?

Jigsaw puzzle

last to first he is there

When I was young we did jigsaws
we got better at doing the edges
and filling in the middle last
twisting turning and sorting
having fun and the time passed

My father always took a piece
when we were tucked up in bed
and saved it to relieve my sad face
when we had so nearly done the puzzle
his final piece he would then place

Now my father has departed us
a new chapter of my life has begun
discovering my emotions hid deep
he was also the first puzzle piece
allowing me to open up and truly weep

(Positive association)

Letting go and having trust

Clinging to the cliff holding on so tight
this is what life currently is for me
being secure and safe not wanting to take flight
any other reality very difficult to see

Gently I can feel my fingers releasing
my grip of reality slowly relaxing
the fear of something better slowly ceasing
the thought of change less taxing

I let go completely and fall in to space
floating down towards the ground
I revert to being a baby as I reach the base
of the cliff. It really is quite profound

A bed of feathers a safety net
reach up and slow my fall to earth
bouncing soft landings is what i get
giggles of delight a brand new birth

The unwanted gift

I know what he wants cos he said
I haven't a clue why but his mind is set
but love is blind so they say so
a cordless Bosch screwdriver is what he'll get

The look in his eyes and gratitude
were more than expected but it is great
to see his pleasure and he fixes the flat.
Give presents like this on anniversary dates

His next desire is a belt for his tools
but he left a list of things he needs
haircut jeans aftershave and shoes.
Sensible gifts in her world she reads

He has sacrificed his real wants
to help her out of the place she was in
giving her a chance to buy what she wants
to buy gifts that really aren't for him

5 seconds late

Hey I am only five seconds late
Oi mate
I am only five seconds late.

Give me a break
for godness sake

Look at the time
I'm only just overdue
I don't deserve a fine
you ain't got a clue

Sorry luv but you know how it is
the rules are rules see
don't get in a tis

I've started writing the ticket
so it's too late now you've got a fine

You can take that fine and stick it
where the sun don't shine

What happened to the give and take
and tolerence for godness sake
I was only 5 seconds late
Look at us - inflexible nanny state.