De healer

Caught up in you

Is all you could be

Since there's only so far

That you'd like to see. 

Who reads the stories

Of lives of you. 

You see only yours...

And then there's a few. 

Who heals the healer?

Who takes that pain?

Who'll rescue him

As he's going insane?

Clogging his head

Fated to stay

Everywhere else

But in the De. 

De thief

No sleep so deep

No comfy bed

No way to silence

Those voices in my head. 

No hues in blues

No way out

No way to silence

Those voices that shout. 

No gaze in haze

No life to do

No way to silence

Those voices of you. 

No lease in peace

No happy to dispel

No way to silence

The voice of me as well. 

No life in strife

No company to bore

No way to silence 

The voice of the world any more. 

Some beautiful Des in my life

My Mother 's an angel who walks upon light.
She brightens your day.
She puts you to flight.
From one to the next
she changes her path.
And in matters of humanity
she's done all the math.

The beauty of giving is my Father right now.
That limp goes away.
That back takes a bow.
He's set in his ways.
He'll do great stuff.
You can try all you want.
But it's never enough.

The beautiful kid Sister who works really hard.
to do the good thing,
and is quite the bard.
She'll make your heart sing.
She'll smile through it all.
Everything's matter-of-fact.
You'll never feel small.

The beauty of life is my big Sister, Beans.
You learn courage from one,
who sails through all that seems.
She can have it all.
You could never fail.
With advice from this one.
your life's never pale.

Special mention of course,
to the stars of my world.
Three nephews and a niece
into this life who were furled.
I'll spoil them rotten with gifts!
The sky's no bar.
With energy like them,
my youth's never far.

And this lucky old De,
who loves them so much.
Has something to say.
His life is as such.
He thanks his stars,
for each single De.
Blessed with them AND great friends,
take life the best way.

Yet another NoDe

No one to talk to
Nowhere to go.
uncork this mind
before I blow.

No point in asking

no ears to hear

No hands to wipe

that lonesome tear.

No words of encouragement

no words of praise.

No form of distinction

will guarantee a raise.

No food

yet no hunger.

No closure in sight.

A deathly dark calm replaces all light.

No pleasant taste

takes this feeling away.
No happy, no sad.
This is no De.

DeMotivation

I thought I'd come back
but I'm not going there
Time's not enough
just to sit and stare.

I've seen what I want
I'll get it yet.
There is nothing else.
My mind is set.

(The title's a twist. I'm on my way. I now have the energy to stay)

De genius without

The inspiration for this came partially from a TED talk which I'd encourage you to watch before reading:

De genius without

and paranoia rears its head

and lays it on the comfy bed

the sounds of silence scream and whine,

the experience was all mine.

The genius with me, writing down 

the words bombarding me, which begin to frown 

I did it all! He says, you see,

it wasn't you, it was only me! 

The writer then, put the pen down

and turned to the genius, who began to frown 

So tell me this, who brought the path?

I took the turns, and faced the wrath! 

Creativity is a form of life
which doesn't take this kind of strife.
The writer and the genius
without each other are not quite us.

Pushing of De Tao

So I'm sitting on the plane, thinking about what a great time I had over the weekend in Hyderabad and decide to write something. Life came to mind, so I thought I may as well write about that.

While I was writing, I was listening to music on shuffle and ironically a song I haven't heard in a while played. Ironically, because it's called 'Wasted years', so the pome sounds a little sad at times, but ends on a positive note.

I think I've realised I need to push now, but despite spending most of the last 15 years attempting to embrace change, it still psyches the hell out of me.

This 'Pome' is my way of explaining to myself that second chances exist. There is always hope, but planning in life is what I've missed doing in my endless quest to live in the De. I now plan to be the oldest kid alive :-)

For DD & Jo

My eyes are open.
I am awake.
I thank you both
for the gentle shake.

Pushing Tao
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The brook flowed on
He went with the flow
The rush of life
The best way to go

His life was full
His vision strong
The way it flowed
His time would be long

In his state of bliss
He flowed with Tao
Laugh lines on his face
Ran over his brow

The world was youth
Those lines set in
Laughter and joy
Friend and kin

The stream flowed on
Cutting paths through time
Life was the joy
Of song and of rhyme

Childhood came
With the people less grown
The time was ripe
He yearned for his own

The forks in the stream
He never noticed
They must have existed
But they were all missed

The river flowed on
Cutting ox bow lakes
Comprehension crept in...
He'd made his mistakes.

The flow of the river
Began to slow down
The delta was nigh
He longed to see ground

He had no choice
And into the ocean was thrust
A new beginning
This time Tao will be pushed.

Ode to De living

My life is a lie...
DON'T TOUCH THAT KEY!
Behind that door
is the truth you see!

I am who I am
but I won't tell you
Who knows what you'd think
or indeed what you'd do.

The pain of knowing
just what I've become
may unravel those lies
till they're completely undone.

Where would that leave me?
At the beginning I guess.
So just let me be
in this wretched mess.

I'll wallow in misery
I'll live in doubt
I'll try what I want
but you'll never find out.

On my judgment day
you'll look at me
You'll likely be shocked
by what you will see.

My life is a lie
but you'll never know.
I'll keep it from you
till the day I go.

This one's dedicated to the one who knows.

Your life is yours
and yours alone
Let nothing sway you
(not even this "pome")

Stand tall, stand high
like a might oak.
spend those lies
till your conscience is broke.

Tough as it may be
people want to know YOU.
In this huge web of lies
this much is true.

No ill intent is meant by this pome. It's inspired by the hypocrisy of our culture symbolised by the most open societies, which went to war to hide the openness.