Behind the Masks

I see you walk in the world,
but your life is a closed facade.
I see the face you wear,
the same one you wear every day.

Expressions sometimes change.
It’s basically all the same.
I hear your conversations,
polite and carefully restrained,
and the poses you’ve adopted
and the way you think you are.
We’ve all been conditioned that way.

So for god sake put on a mask,
a mask of your own creation.
Yes, wear that one.
Let your hair down.
Log into virtual reality
if that’s what it takes to be free.

Behind that mask you can hide.
It’s the way to express yourself.
I’ll never be your judge.
You can be that hidden creature
you truly want to be.
Become your avatar.

Your dream ambitions
will show your secret essence
and then, for better or worse,
we’ll know who you truly are
and,
at last,
you will know your self.

Leaving (poem for Safi)

great things are done
where mountains meet
it’s an uphill steady climb
the road is long and strange

i met a guy
who seemed to float
above the clouds
– a beat above it all

i had a sister
clear and strong
wherever i turned
and switched
and roamed
she always came along

i had a lot of laughter too
and fine and funny friends
strangers were often kind
there was love
given and felt
but everything ends
in the end

in the end
it’s the way it goes

it’s all quite simple really
but I am still surprised
the world is very different now
through newly opened eyes
the things i saw
won’t be seen again
because they changed my life
so i cut my hair
and turned my back
on the darkness
of before

now farewell illusions
and farewell chains
hello freedom
hello truth

i won’t be round this way again
things have a natural end

Reduction to bare bones

ocean
blue

depths
unexplored

mountains
high

hard to climb
lovely view

freedom
mythology

choice
mythical

two roads
crossroads

belonging
to mystery

honour,
if only

dreams
are for dreaming

Love,
what about love?

define it
refine it

think
you love me now?

love is
what i thought
i did

Demons

they watched me
my familiar demons
always watched me
to seek a way in
setting their subtle
last minutes traps
never exactly a sin
more a delusion
or sudden mishaps

they watched me
i thought i knew them
pride before the fall
a deep need for freedom
self doubt and denial
no trust in love, no hope
faith always on trial
they used my own mind like a rope

they watch me now still
they don’t like what they see
i left their dark reach
i blocked up the breach
i am finally free to be
i follow my heart
they cant see in there
i don’t let them have the key

Wayfarer

when i am fire
i burn away anger
when i am tree
i bend with the wind
when i am water
i wear away stone
and know all the wise ways of flowing

when i am cat
i narrow my eyes
when i am dog
i am joyfully willing
when i am horse
i turn with the wind
this is my freedom in going

when i am hare
magic is mine
when i am raven
i watch still and clear
when i am wolf
i see who you are
this is the seeing of knowing

i will leap, bend and flow,
run, turn and go
return as i please
see what i see
magnetic paths pull above treetops
clouds cap the mountains that hide me
dark cool shadows in water
hidden things amongst leaves
as i make my own journey
i follow these old ways alone

water is a life giving blessing
the trees shelter us, breathing
the lone wolf protects the pack
energy runs with the horse
the world is mirrored in the eye of the raven
hidden, unhidden, bidden, unbidden
the hare runs the path of the circle unbroken
running fleet foot in pastures and hills
on horseback i chase the illusive hare
while the raven sits still in the oak
and watches, waiting for me