Life can sometimes be
like being on a fairground ride,
like being on a rollercoaster -
because so much of our time
is spent doing the same things
in a repeating cycle;
however, no matter how much nostalgia
we feel for a time, or for a place, in the past,
if and when we attempt to go backwards
and in reverse then we may only find
heartbreak waiting for us -
especially when we realise that
we can only stay where we used to be
for a short time before returning
to the present, to the now, to who we are,
to the knowledge of what happened, what changed,
and who we have lost along the way.
Returning to the past can be difficult;
returning to the past can be challenging;
returning to the past can be painful;
returning to what was can sometimes
shine a light upon what was pushed
into the shadows of your mind for a reason
that you may have forgotten about;
returning to the path of memory lane
can make you realise where, when, why,
and how things changed for the best,
as well as for the worse.
Life can sometimes feel like a constant uphill struggle;
life can sometimes feel like a Summer’s kiss;
life can sometimes feel like a fever dream;
life can sometimes feel like something is happening
that you can’t control or understand,
but you have to make the best of it;
life can sometimes feel like a constant
storm of emotions and feelings
that you have to overcome;
life can sometimes feel like
it has been a long time coming
since things were simple and made sense.
Returning to the origins of a story;
returning to the muse of inspiration;
returning to the flash that started
the tidal wave of creativity;
returning to the source of rejuvenation;
returning to that which opened doors to other places,
which lead to meeting other people,
in sometimes new, interesting, and unexpected ways,
can remind us of why we are all, mostly,
hopeful of a better world,
and optimistic of what possibilities
the future of tomorrow might bring;
however, though it is nice to find things
and to see things that we haven’t
seen in some time,
and though it is initially good to see
people we may not have been
in the presence of for sometime,
there is always a cost to be paid,
to be taken, and to be made,
if you ever want, if you ever need,
or if you ever feel like you must go back
and return to the beginning.
philosophy
My Poem “Life Will Always Find A Way”
Earth - our planet, our world, our home -
was once unlike what it is now:
it was barren, it was dry, it was lifeless;
however, then celestial snowballs
fell from above with the gift of frozen water
that eventually melted and gave rise to
the first droplets of water that would
ultimately lead to the first oceans,
and over billions of years our world
slowly became the oasis of life that it is today.
Earth was once like so many of the other planets
that still orbit around their stars
all across the galaxy and the universe -
just waiting for that spark of energy
and outside inspiration that is sometimes needed
to transform something, somewhere,
into a version of itself that it could not have been
had fate not decided to lend a divine hand
and alter the way of life of an entire world
in more ways than could ever be known.
Earth has always been a testbed
and a natural laboratory for the many
and varied possibilities of life
that may develop upon a planet
if the conditions are just right,
and if a species does not choose
the road of mutual self-annihilation
instead of the road of mutual cooperation.
Earth has always been in a state of constant of change
since birth of the universe –
when its individual components
were still disparate from one another,
and before the coalescence of gas and energy
that eventually ignited and became the star
at the centre of our solar system
that we call The Sun,
and before the gravity of the brightest light in our sky
influenced its surroundings in such a way
that spheres of gas and rock grew over time -
and over the course of time that
the universe has existed and has continued to expand
beyond the biggest of bangs there has ever been,
nothing has happened that could ever have been predicted:
including life itself, because for there to be life
there must also be chance,
there must be the roll of a cosmic dice,
there must be things both seen and unseen,
and there must be chemistry and experimentation.
Earth has no master, no ruler, nothing and no one
who can claim it as their own,
because Earth is a living organism in its own right
as well as a welcome habitat for those who respect it
as well as see and understand
that it is more than a spinning ball of rock -
because Earth has a history
and still has a story to tell about itself
from a time before life began upon it.
Earth has naturally been visited
by other galactic neighbours of ours,
and perhaps humanity is the end result of
someone or something who wanted to see
what might happen to a world
if a species were given the building blocks
to slow evolve and develop themselves
and their environment in such a way that one day,
when their creator returned to see what they did
with the epic gift of life that they were given,
they might have an idea and an answer
to the question of meaning that drives
so many to believe in things
and to do things that could not have been
envisioned by those who were there
in the beginning.
Earth has harboured many secrets since its formation,
and since the inception of mankind
Earth and humanity have lived
in harmony with each other, for the most part;
however people have done harm
as well as good to our world over the centuries,
and I believe that we have only
just scratched the surface of what we need to do
and who we as a partner to our planet need to be
in order for us to continue to live and thrive
as we have been for so long now –
and even though our connection
and our integration with the technology
that we have developed has gotten closer,
and will no doubt continue to,
over time there will always be
those of us who will always believe
and will always know that
there will never be a more symbiotic relationship
between anything and anyone
than humanities unbreakable tether to Earth
and Earth’s unending privilege to be
where life began,
where life was given everything
it could ever want
or need to become anything,
and where, no matter what,
life will always finds a way.
My Poem ‘Everything Flows’
You can’t ever repeat a moment,
we can’t ever step twice into the same stream;
you can’t ever expect the world to stay the same,
because nothing is truly permanent;
we are constantly changing,
and in time what is will become what was
and slowly flow past us, like a river of rain.
With a new day comes new memories;
with the changing of the tide,
new things come into our lives
and stay on the surface of our life’s sea;
with the changing of the seasons and the time,
the world looks slightly different –
just as when the leaves fall from the trees;
with the arrival of a new symphony
that is carried on the wind,
the world, even from space,
always looks like it has never been seen.
The universe is a continuum;
everything is in a constant cycle;
the very cells of our bodies are vibrating every second;
nothing and no one is immortal,
but everything and everyone
has their vital part to play
in the reshaping of the world, for a while.
Every form of life goes through stages;
everything has an inbuilt blue-print and memory;
every form of life throughout their lives changes faces;
everything can be inspiration for philosophy,
history, psychology, artistry,
beauty, stories, and poetry.
Everybody is constantly learning something new
that they didn’t know;
everything and everyone
all seem to be constantly on the go;
everybody is always changing their moods,
and adapting to new codes;
everything is a road,
and to get the most out of life,
and to live to the fullest,
you need to stop holding back,
and just let everything flow.
My Poem ‘Human Condition’
Our existence can seem
like a raindrop on the infinite ocean of time;
our voice can sometimes seem
muted by a barrier of silence;
our life can sometimes feel
like we are standing behind an impassable line;
the universe can sometimes feel,
when you think about it,
too big to ever understand and too miraculous
and wonderful to just be seen and lived only once.
Birth and death are inextricably-linked;
life returns even to the scorched Earth
and the black ash of the remnants of a forest fire;
things can begin and end in a blink;
the universe’s ultimate power
is that it will go on and on,
and keep making and creating,
attracting and electrifying,
and being the source and the reason
that everything must transpire.
There are some people who believe
that humanity is the only intelligent life
in the entirety of the Milky Way galaxy,
and perhaps even the entire universe;
there are some people who believe
that after death follows rebirth;
there are some people who honour and worship
an idea and a way of life
that has been practiced for centuries;
there are some people who have claimed
to have seen things, and who claim to know things,
and have been deemed mad or crazy;
there are some people who believe
there is a definitive date for the end of the world;
there are some people who are capable of anything
in response to a single word.
Humanity is a singular, special, wonderful,
fascinating, and complex creation of life-
but in my opinion, it is not, will never be,
and has never been the most intelligent life,
nor the only life in the galaxy;
humanity has described itself in many ways,
and has believed itself to be many things
since we became free-thinking, and self-aware:
in stories, in legends, in monuments,
in countries, and in all languages,
in the form of music, art, and poetry;
and even though we like to think we have considered
and thought of every possibility of existence
there could ever possibly be,
there are dimensions of understanding
we all choose not to consider-
because they are too endless for us to dare.
Philosophers consider the who, the what, and the why;
doctors are the healers of our bodies and minds;
artists are the interpreters and magicians,
and the performers of the colours of the human soul;
astronomers are the watchers and observers
of the past, the present, and the future;
astronauts are the personification of freedom,
and boundless adventure, and a dream made real
that a man or a woman, without gravity, can fly;
a generous heart of someone special
is an example of the best of human-kind;
our wonder and awe at the sight of a sunset
is something truly magical;
our combined knowledge and constant ingenuity
is always going to be the most powerful,
intelligent, and interconnected computer.
We are all on a secret mission:
we all must do the best we can,
consider every possibility,
act on impulse,
love, laugh, see,
live every day with a dream and with hope,
and you will be among the brightest stars
of the human constellation,
and the perpetual life-force
of the Human Condition.

