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As I stand atop a balcony
Smoking the spirit away
Of another soul
I think of the missing
The forgotten, the loss
And the pain they flee.
As mighty as Dean
A cousin of a friend
An unknown to me
I reminisce the good times
The wild times
The epic moments
Therein lies the key.
Another overdose
Another jumper
Another cutter
Another shot
Another feeling
Another loner
Losing the survival
Of a wounded fighter
‘What will be, will be’?
I look to the past
Then to the future
The presence of tangible time
A cathedral of nature
Like a Peruvian mountain
Desperate lessons
Held in stone to sea.
The whispers in the soothing windstreams
The friendship of our vital trees
Which name?
Which friend?
Who have we forgotten?
Probably eachother
In the end.
Perhaps a stranger
Whose distant eyes
I’ll never see
But I sense you
Radicals surround you
Embrace you
You’re as alone as you choose to be.
So ‘only the good die young’?
But the brave live on
Let’s do it wisely
Fortify thee
Not a soldier
Nor an island
Stand together
And sing our song.

(3.20am Wednesday 25th April 2018)

The ebb and flow like water trickling down stream

The conscious introspectrum of the over spender

The humble state required to live within my means

The Grace I see before me

The waterfalls and drought of past ingrained in my mind

The prophetic change I look to embrace

The positive feeling of a new but known state

The stress like dirty water which I cleanse my hands of

The turbulent aroma I sense like a white lioness searching for its prey

I can see it, I can sense it, I can feel it

The old subsides and the new will settle

The Money Madness to Societal Sanity

The beautiful peace I feel perfectly webbed within my core like a yogic silence

It sits still like the starry night sky 💫

6.9.17

Morning Dew

Blank Canvas awaits my eye
Legend themed party is ten days nigh
Marilyn is waiting at the door
Black and White will light up the floor
I ask my angels in this hour
Help me to reach my higher power
Be strong and bold and forthright through
Exercise your goal and word it true
For I wish to look like no other
I’d like to dazzle in Silver colour
To reach a potential I’m capable of
To find a friend in beauty’s love
To be continuous, the party’s near
I’d like to achieve exception this year
It is a wish I don’t take light
It is always something that causes fright
Be it in the foreground of my mind
Though time is always hard to find
Please help me achieve this one true battle
Heard me through like an angry cattle
I’m not going to this time; retreat
I’m going to win here with no defeat
Fire and power and all things new
I’ll find a beginning in this morning’s dew
Do not let it pass and fade
Make this a wish I’ve especially made
That I will choose to stay with forever more
As I need this party: in my life; my essence; my core.

Go on God, put me to the test
I only wish to be my best
Please, help me to be so strong from here
Your key is clever and very clear

Love Alice (or PALICE)

Amen. 21.10.04

A pilgrim lost in the Persian salvation of Time:

There’s a demon dancing on my shoulder
As this wisdom resonates in my ear
A war in my mind; a thought
A deep and powerful freedom that is wrapped in chains
Clasped around my mouth
Time’s theft passes a distant glow
There is optimism for what I once mistook
Create a strength, a power and remove this demon’s nest
Will this addiction remain your guarded secret?
Will you become old with its temperament?
Hollow head and angry heart
I don’t want to live my life with regret
But allowing passing disaster to pass again
Is allowing weakness and failure
I do not wish to admit defeat; walk away from challenge
I now know I have to face this demon’s glare
With red eyes that pierce my lighted youth
Follow your dance and feel the steps
Move to the other shoulder and embrace its space
Without confrontation comes defeat
Without realisation your sculpture will not progress
Don’t choose to fall at your feet
Say goodbye to your demon that you homed
Brush your delicate right wing and let it fly free
To a foreign land and let it be

27.10.04

Shadows in the distance
Lights falling from the sky
This burning ambition
Leads to your crystal eye
What’s swollen to the touch
What’s lost in your soul
Don’t stand so close to me
Don’t let your mood
Make me feel any less whole.
I am a burden to your dream
I am a criminal to a bird in flight
My brain is like a black metal chain
Lost inside its cage it bars
Resembling a story that has no end
A clear tear fallen from Grace
With bitter retreat and no sense at all
Please don’t allow this precious girl to fall.

14.11.04

~ Distilled Particle ~

I cannot do it any better
Unless I invent something brand new
We’re not amazed by the amazing any more
We’ve seen it all before.
Can language ever be replaced?
Is description always consciously rehearsed?

He loves Elvis more than the album,
Asks for his serenity, strength and wisdom before each show.

It’s not enough, to climb, for me
Quantum’s fruitful tree
I’d like to be it
But that’s the beautiful space
The wonderful freedom that the eye doesn’t decide to see

Where do I go from here?
I don’t grow, just find a new soul to emulate
Oh God, will you please translate?
I can’t cope with what you create
I talk to you like you’re here
You’re just another character in a book
I’ll never find you
‘Please don’t look’

He’s all in your mind
Isn’t that hard to find?
Because where would you be without your higher power?
What would you do without the hour?
See how alone you really are?
Wow, that’s taken them way too far.

Never free
Always close
Other planets, solar systems, virii – astral leap
There’s a Parallel Space next to me
Its amazing hidden treasure
I now see the beauty in which I cannot see

Written on: 13.01.06

A poet of such rarity
From Sanskrit to The Propechy
Of Tree not thought of cut
Like Blue Blood wrath of drought
Rivers of Blood in Red she lay
Full of Hollow extracted Greed
Holy Water Lay Death in Oil
The oil I have drunk from beneath the soil
To entrench & cleanse the water of The Holy Grail
The Restoration Lies within the Spring of Field
Will writes like Wilde yet fortune foretold
From Shakespeare to a modern worded University Hospital
From Epping Forest to The Priory of Zion where she lay
Queen Mary, I do still pray.

Written by: Will Wilde on Tuesday 30th May

Duty Reigns with majestic colour,
You have gracefully ruled unlike another.

Duty Reigns and you have stuck to your word,
There have been many leaders but your voice has been heard.

Duty Reigns with galloping horses,
You have welcomed, entertained and awarded with courses.

Duty Reigns with discipline so mighty,
Your workload impresses me still at Ninety.

Duty Reigns with grace and charm,
Through the darkest of moments, you still remain calm.

Duty Reigns through the decades of time,
I look at your precision and listen to your (Big Ben) chime.

Duty Reigns through the floods and our plight,
Your gentle guidance has always led us to the light.

Duty Reigns and there is a reason for this,
M’am, I wished to write for you; an opportunity I could not miss.

Duty Reigns for your people, you care,
Your beautiful style, resilience, you’ve been fair

Duty Reigns as you continue to do,
We look up to you, listen, watch, you still remain true.

With our deepest gratitude on your birthday.

Written for: Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II

Thursday, 21st April, MMXVI