Responsibility
As an esotericist, I have come to the conclusion that I am responsible for myself. I have half an idea that for many new agers and the like, this statement is akin to saying I am a satanist, but I stand by my statement none the less. We all create our reality – this place we live in. We create it in the way that we see things and how we act. Thoughts are things and they manifest as reality. Only I can create my reality therefore I am responsible for my thoughts and what they create. As a self responsible co-creator of this reality we live in, I must strive to improve myself. I don’t mean make more money or buy a bigger house. No, I mean improve myself
Read More »Passer By
Travelling a well traveled road Valleys and mountain peaks pass me by Dusky deserts and luscious oceans sprawling Somewhere there is a place unique to me But I haven’t yet found it There is no home in my life I am a traveller, a passer by These days I travel light I carry little but my burdens in life I have washed myself in the stream of life And burned away dross in the primal fire I have climbed the tree that lies at my center The view from its peak took my breath away I have drawn holy waters from the mystic well And yet, I haven’t found my home Perhaps at this journeys end I will find my repose? Many miles yet to travel Many sins to unravel
Read More »Japan and Birmingham
I play a lot of music during the day as I work in my home office. It never ceases to amaze me the power of music. In particular, its power to evoke memories and trigger mood and emotional responses. If I want to meditate, I simply go to youtube these days and select a nice suitable piece of music and I am off to other spheres….. Today, I played some Japan. It has been a long time since I did and I was immediately transported back to Birmingham and 1979. My best friend at college – Steve – introduced me to Japan one afternoon at his flat. We were playing Dungeons and Dragons and he put one of their albums on. I loved the music and the deep rumbling of David Sylvian’s
Read More »Succubus
Dusky curves and veiled, shadowy lines Tempting teasing tresses Lie heavily on her naked shoulder Bold breasts beneath emphatic caresses She sucks me deep into her fiery world Draws me, tempts me, ever closer A smoldering, yet lingering look Is all that I have to offer Forlornly following her voluptuous figure Tracing her curvaceous shape with my finger My enflamed imagination still rising Her sultry hotness pulled my trigger Silken moistness moistly beckons Tiny pinpricks of pleasure A voyage of erotically rabid discovery Honeyed tongue to steal my treasure Flicked, licked and deliciously twirled Building to an arching release of pressure Image: Succubus by Jasonlan (Lan Jun Kang) Poem from my book – The Art of Science
Read More »Lifelines
Lifelines In indelible ink Or the tattoo on my navel Lifelines Seared across my open palm Experienced by the ladle Snapped shut, my eyes Drift across Dreamy inner scenes A life in perspective Seeking a new directive A sure beginning A waning middle And uncertain end Simple sensational synapses Reliable renewables relapses I act but did I intend? I hope and I depend That the light at the end of my tunnel Is relief and not further trouble I got my opinions And I got my views Imagination aplenty Creating cryptic critical crises With dependable dull devices Lifelines In my biological genes In the redness of my blood Lifelines Is it really pre-ordained Or am I truly self-sustained?
Read More »New Year Celebration?
Please forgive me for being a party pooper but I dislike New Year. I think I detest it because I simply don’t understand it. What are we celebrating? I suppose we are pleased to be getting rid of one year and welcoming a new one with all its potential. But don’t we do exactly that every single day? What is so special about this particular day? And if I am to celebrate the potential of a new year then why does it begin with a hangover? what a great start – a late night and too much alcohol – the new year is already ruined before it even began! No, if it were down to me, I’d be going to bed at a normal hour and treating it like any other
Read More »Tall Story
Afloat and at sea Bobbing like a cork On the widest of widest ocean Comedy in perpetual motion White tips go surfing by Water, lots of bloody water and Yet not a drop to drink Only time to sit and think A rocky shore lies off to the west Fiery dragons reside to the north Things are going south though Thats not a place I want to go Tall ships passing me by Rowing now faster and ever faster Tidal currents are hard to beat Especially where pressures meet Directionless, I move onwards east I am following a lonely star Shining brightly in the night sky All I can do now is sit and sigh As we drift on inner currents Mapping the inner tides Charting uncharted territory Writing Act
Read More »Cosmic Dancer
On Friday I will be going to see Slade. Yes – Slade. Without Noddy Holder but the rest of them including slimy Dave Hill will be playing. I didn’t much like Slade back in the 1970’s. I was into the more gentle magic of Marc Bolan and T.Rex and Slade seemed raucous and too down to earth. There was no magic, no white swans or Wizards with Slade – just poor spelling and loud music. I moved from T.Rex to Status Quo. Corkscrew hair and spandex was replaced by greasy hair and denim. Fantasy was replaced with a gritty, monotonous reality of life in the north. Of course, now I look back and enjoy a lot of the music of that era. Even stuff I detested at the time now
Read More »Confusion Ends
Sleepless Lying prone And quite alone Breathless Images forming Arising, slinking I hear the words I see the signs I know it all means something I watch the faces I travel afar In my astral car Still seeking, looking Restless So tired Really wired Listless Images rise Under indigo skies I listen to the sounds I explore the horizon I know it all means something I follow leads And look for clues In my astral shoes Still seeking, searching Questless Did I arrive? A story to contrive Lifeless Did it just end? A permanent ascend
Read More »It’s A Mystery
There is so much that we do not know and probably can never know. I have to be honest and say that that pisses me off! Among the first thoughts that I can recall thinking were things like who am I? What am I? and things have not changed. I still ask such questions on a daily basis and I am still frustrated in the knowledge that I may never know the answers. I know that I am something – I think, I feel – I am. But what am I? Will I die and simply cease to exist? What is at the end of space? What is it all for? Is there a reason for all this – the out there – what is it anyway? It’s pointless I
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