Poem: Alone



I stood

At the Edge.

Alone, I stood at the edge of the cliff top at Kimmeridge

Foot shod

And I looked down.

I knew that to dive off this cliff

Head first

Would be to end

This curse of consciousness.



I paddled

At the Edge.

Alone, I paddled at the edge of the surf at Boscombe


And I looked down.

I knew that to dive into this ocean

Heart first

Would be to celebrate

This gift of consciousness.

I loved Kimmeridge

But Boscombe was better.

And Tomorrow…


No Rail Against Time

Life is like

A one way rail journey

There are many stations

Once one is past

There’s no going back

So learn from it

And move on

Don’t look back

Someone else

Bought your first ticket

And chose your station in life

So remember

It’s OK to get off at a station

And buy a new ticket

To a new destination

The scenery will change

Your fellow passengers will change

You will change

Choose First Class
For it is better to travel well

Than to wait in vain for an upgrade.

Time is the rail




Do not squander it

And remember the final choice:




You are here to pass it on




Find Out

What “It” Is…

The clock is ticking

And you…

…You are a Traveller in Time


In The Beginning Is The Why

In the Beginning is The Why

Then the journey – it begins with a dream

The dream becomes a goal

The goal becomes a plan

The plan becomes a set of action steps

The action steps become the cause

Feedback is the effect

Adjustment is the wisdom of response beyond reaction

Actions are the children of each adjustment

And joy is the fuel – passion the key – the offspring and wellspring from the original Why

In the End there is The Result

And so, we begin again.

The Fraud’s Prayer

Having just lost the most beautiful soul on the planet to cancer,

I wrote, “The Fraud’s Prayer”

All Cancer which art on Earth,

Cursed be thy name!

Thy kingdom’s come;

Thy will’s been done,

On Earth, but not as it is in Heaven.

You’ve given us this day the thing we dread;

We forgive you not your trespasses,

As you have trespassed against us.

You’ve led us into damnation;

We would be delivered from you, Evil One.

For thine is the transgression

The scourge

And the shame,

Never to be forgiven, never, forever.


The Game of Life

I see “Hope”

…Sun-bright on the Sea’s Horizon

……As I sit here seeking

………to understand and know

…………the Seasons’ flow

from a fixed point of focus.

Time has no ebb

…but it most definitely flows

……on relentless

………neither forgiving

…………nor judging

Just being.

Since I cannot change time,

nor turn back time,

nor live this moment again;

Today, I choose

to begin being,

to get in the flow

With Time

…that I might


………and win

The Game…

…The Game of Life!

L’excercise per annum

Joined a Gym in January;

Fought the Flab in February;

Managed more Mindfulness in March;

Attitude Adjustment in April;

More Mindfulness in May as My Memory… erm;

Jogged dutifully  in June;

Jumped Joyously all July;

Added Additional Attitudinal Adjustments in August… on the Beach;

Sought Solace in Silence in September;

Ought to do more in October, but didn’t;

Not much in November;

Decided in December to do more… in January!