I am pretty much self-sufficient
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
When left to my own devices
Not that I crave solitude
But if by chance it happens upon me
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Not that I desire to be a hermit
But a little time alone would be ok
Every now and then that is
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
Yet still exploring my faith
Not that I crave solitude
But to know more about oneself
I am pretty much self-sufficient
But a little time alone would be ok
Not that I desire to be a hermit
I hope you are coming to understand
When left to my own devices
Yet still exploring my faith
But to know more about oneself
Every now and then that is
But if by chance it happens upon me
I hope you are coming to understand
Monday 6 August 2018
Sunday 5 August 2018
Cube 1: Left, right, front, back, top, bottom
An arched stone bridge, one arch
The River Plym flows off of the moor
An ice cream van in the car park
Children playing in the water
It is quiet later on, as I drive by
On my way home from work
I help to take colour out of water
Making it fit and safe to drink
Although my role is one of observer
An ice cream van in the car park
On my way home from work
Occasionally I would call in
To purchase a lollipop or vanilla tub
The River Plym flows off of the moor
I help to take colour out of water
Meanwhile saving what I could
Although my role is one of observer
An arched stone bridge, one arch
It is quiet later on, as I drive by
To purchase a lollipop or vanilla tub
Occasionally I would call in
Children playing in the water
Making it fit and safe to drink
Meanwhile saving what I could
The River Plym flows off of the moor
An ice cream van in the car park
Children playing in the water
It is quiet later on, as I drive by
On my way home from work
I help to take colour out of water
Making it fit and safe to drink
Although my role is one of observer
An ice cream van in the car park
On my way home from work
Occasionally I would call in
To purchase a lollipop or vanilla tub
The River Plym flows off of the moor
I help to take colour out of water
Meanwhile saving what I could
Although my role is one of observer
An arched stone bridge, one arch
It is quiet later on, as I drive by
To purchase a lollipop or vanilla tub
Occasionally I would call in
Children playing in the water
Making it fit and safe to drink
Meanwhile saving what I could
Saturday 4 August 2018
Cube 1: Bottom, left, right, front, back, top
I am aware of the completeness of my body
As I stand between the monumental stone pillars
I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a step forwards
Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane
With walls, fences, and verges to the side
The lane turns corners and falls gradually
Before reaching the main road and the promenade
Which in turn takes me down to the beach
I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands
The tide was receding
The sunrise was slowly rising
I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a step forwards
I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps
Before reaching the main road and the promenade
The tide was receding
I am aware of the completeness of my body
I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette
The lane turns corners and falls gradually
The sunrise was slowly rising
Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane
I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps
With walls, fences, and verges to the side
I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands
I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette
As I stand between the monumental stone pillars
I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a step forwards
Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane
With walls, fences, and verges to the side
The lane turns corners and falls gradually
Before reaching the main road and the promenade
Which in turn takes me down to the beach
I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands
The tide was receding
The sunrise was slowly rising
I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a step forwards
I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps
Before reaching the main road and the promenade
The tide was receding
I am aware of the completeness of my body
I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette
The lane turns corners and falls gradually
The sunrise was slowly rising
Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane
I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps
With walls, fences, and verges to the side
I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands
I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette
Friday 3 August 2018
Cube 1: Top, bottom, left, right, front, back
Grandad paid for the tenancy
Mum and dad, landlord and landlady
Dad’s second job, delivering to the road-work navvies
I changed schools, from Thurlestone to Birdsedge
From daily tears to daily joy
But no more rides on the steam shunting engine
Our very own full-size football field
With a lamp-post for a nighttime kick-about
Mum and dad, landlord and landlady
Raiding gardens, scrumping strawberries and peas
Playing tin-can-squash with the big boys
But no more rides on the steam shunting engine
Dad’s second job, delivering to the road-work navvies
Braziers, for frying bacon and egg breakfasts
As the kerbstones were unloaded by hand
Our very own full-size football field
I changed schools, from Thurlestone to Birdsedge
Playing tin-can-squash with the big boys
Braziers, for frying bacon and egg breakfasts
With a lamp-post for a nighttime kick-about
Grandad paid for the tenancy
Raiding gardens, scrumping strawberries and peas
As the kerbstones were unloaded by hand
From daily tears to daily joy
Mum and dad, landlord and landlady
Dad’s second job, delivering to the road-work navvies
I changed schools, from Thurlestone to Birdsedge
From daily tears to daily joy
But no more rides on the steam shunting engine
Our very own full-size football field
With a lamp-post for a nighttime kick-about
Mum and dad, landlord and landlady
Raiding gardens, scrumping strawberries and peas
Playing tin-can-squash with the big boys
But no more rides on the steam shunting engine
Dad’s second job, delivering to the road-work navvies
Braziers, for frying bacon and egg breakfasts
As the kerbstones were unloaded by hand
Our very own full-size football field
I changed schools, from Thurlestone to Birdsedge
Playing tin-can-squash with the big boys
Braziers, for frying bacon and egg breakfasts
With a lamp-post for a nighttime kick-about
Grandad paid for the tenancy
Raiding gardens, scrumping strawberries and peas
As the kerbstones were unloaded by hand
From daily tears to daily joy
Thursday 2 August 2018
Cube 1: Back, top, bottom, left, right, front
No signal, no email
No phone, no text
Committal and commitment
For all of the coming days
No signal, no email
Intimidation as her very way of being
Ego as the means of survival
A dog eat dog kind of life
For all of the coming days
Breaking down the inner policeman
Growing strong and growing proud
Learning, learning; learning all the while
No phone, no text
No shortage of confident young people
Intimidation as her very way of being
Breaking down the inner policeman
Congratulations on your performance
Committal and commitment
Ego as the means of survival
Growing strong and growing proud
A dog eat dog kind of life
No shortage of confident young people
Congratulations on your performance
Learning, learning; learning all the while
No phone, no text
Committal and commitment
For all of the coming days
No signal, no email
Intimidation as her very way of being
Ego as the means of survival
A dog eat dog kind of life
For all of the coming days
Breaking down the inner policeman
Growing strong and growing proud
Learning, learning; learning all the while
No phone, no text
No shortage of confident young people
Intimidation as her very way of being
Breaking down the inner policeman
Congratulations on your performance
Committal and commitment
Ego as the means of survival
Growing strong and growing proud
A dog eat dog kind of life
No shortage of confident young people
Congratulations on your performance
Learning, learning; learning all the while
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