Magic Flute

Eyes we need not playing the flute
You just need to feel the magic.
Also, you need a heart & a soul that's full.
Picking that flute up, sounding it feverishly
Such a glorious sounds .
His fingers as he play's each and every note,
Playing from memory the blind man magically
Plays each and every memorable note engraved on his mind
All he needs is to feel within, with his mind heart and soul
His fingers feeling achieving those hauntingly sounds
Whispering sounds pure crystal clear
Tear's silently flowingly in the night as darkness sets in
I love the silence of the night it's so easy to think,
It's the best time to write when everyone's asleep.
Like that  flute player forever in the dark
In his mind's mind, he can feel each and every note.
All he needs is the wind from his lips, hardly a whisper,
Reaching a crescendo hauntingly higher and higher
Making my skin tingle, my hair standing on end
As if an orchestra of angels keeping him in tune,
A light eliminating from his sightless eyes.
The smile on his face, enough satisfied.
Calmly I walk away angry frustration within me
Far from peaceful feeling the energy in me,
Walking from, the ignorance of those
That better should have known
Callously belittling he, they know not the meaning!
Crossing the byways the slant of the crescent moon ,
Lighting his face where he stood...sounding his flute.
At the cafe, no guitar strings tonight,
The blind man making love to his flute
His music,through the night
Sounds carrying in the wind, in the darkness of the night.
My tears flowing silently the flowers before my eyes,
Their beauty perpetually...in awe.
Echoing the sounds all around.
Too many spoken words, a right cacophony of sound,
Please let there be silence,
So I can hear the beautiful sounds, of the blind flute player.
To the tune of love and love lost and the shelter of home.
Reaching a crescendo bringing shivers to my spine
That magic flute and I wondrous sound...                          

                        By Connie James...

Solitary Flute

Midnight came with the sound of lone solitary flute
It's haunting melodious sound, one's hair standing on end
It's dreamy like, one can visualise little pixies dancing in the woods
As the new moon shyly appeared on the velvet blue firmament ...
With cumulus clouds on the offing ... but I so love clouds!
The leaves on the trees dancing in the breeze,
The sound of a lone flute so, hypnotising mesmerising me
Looking beyond the trees it seemed as if in a fairyland was I
Forever framed in a dream.
A dream of peace of understanding a dream of love.
Moments like these are rare..looking into his eyes sighing
Smilingly she touches his lips kissing him softly.
The wonderful sound, of the flute player playing on
Ingrained on one's mind
Like precious elements, grains of sand, that over millennium
Developed into a momentous explosion, fusing together like an infusion of love,
The rhythm set by nature all one leads, day and night, day in day out.
But we're always in a rush... no time to stand and stare,
Running, running around, like demented soulless beings.
Please, please stand still, for I...for I am looking at you says he!
No one listens, no one hears, no one cares...no one cares!!
Understanding, not the meaning the undecipherable words all around
So the journey goes on...
For we are on a journey, a journey of discovery a journey of uncertainty... 
The train pulling away sounding its whistle,
Letting everyone know we're on our way...
Familiar faces, faces, known to most ...
Unfamiliar faces telling their own stories,
Other's, in muted silence...The magic of the journey,
Going through light and darkness...darkness & light
Into different time zones arriving, to a sudden halt
To the loneliest station on earth.
Special am not to anyone, yet am someone,
Must be somewhere or nowhere in search of a different meaning of life, love! 
Coming to a sudden stop the train, that's precisely how it started again...
Suddenly we were moving out of that forsaken station,
As if it were a ghost town...and so the train gets on the move again...
A lovely breeze flowing trough.
Without, any warning the sky's open its floodgates,
An almighty clap of thunder sheath & fork lightning shook the whole earth,
As if tumbling from its axis.....
Particles, fragmentations of a primitive naked earth in its ageing core...
A velvety clear sky's the stars above, and the moon at half light
Hauntingly, the faithful flute player playing on
Questions, unanswered meaningless questions, 
There's always a meaning to unanswered questions   
Being written some place somewhere.
Like the last words of yore,
The first of many, when a new soul is born...
Who are you?  They asked, no answer came
As the years passed on the last day of the last sun
Still asking the same question, who are you?
There's no answer...There never would be.
And so the flute player played on & on......
And on manically...  

By Connie James

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O' Lord!

O' Lord!
I've sinned against thee,in wanting, He!
Help I can not
But help I can not, I can not help wanting He.
For he's ingrained on the regions of my mind,
Within the very core of me!
And each time I see, He
My mind inexorably playing games with me!
Why must he be any different, why must He?
The stance in, He...
The way he stands the way he looks at me
The words incandescently whispered on to me
Burning a hole within me!
But my mind's so full of He...
Peace I have not my mind focus can not
Just need to see a likeness of He
Perturbed my mind becomes
The nearness of He!
Leaving me wanting in a quandary
Immeasurably I.
I see I feel when He!
Looks at me his hands,
Whispering over me that touch that only he
Sending shivers right through me
Cope I can not
It's too much you see
As I look into his eyes I can feel the need in He!
And my mind unfocused becomes
With my need of He,
Fibrillating my heart takes over from me
As I run my hands through his hair long as can be
My eyes are hungry for He
My mind running away with me
Am scaling on the Richter scale extraordinarily
Making love this morning
A gossamer came right over me
I think can not as he whispers shall we,
Thinking I need prompting not, this need in me
Is as great as His...
I loved every bit of He
Funny as he touch's me and me He
In a continuous wave!
My mind my body convulsing
Like a shock right through me
As he holds me tight within he
His hands expertly whispering over me
Unquiet, my mind becomes
Riding, swaying, on an ocean wave
Why must he!
Have this effect on me!
How I love, He!
Arrest I can not I want, not to envisage,
Life without He!
The after effects still lingering with me!
He taking me carrying me into Infinitum
And I grasping, at nothingness to anchor me
Erupting my mind my body in surrender
Sweet, sweet surrender crashing down
Focusing, my mind becomes
Once again Me!!

               By Connie James

Land Of Dreams

                                                                                     

Good Morning My World!

How are you?
It's a great morn, Sun's shining my way
There's a promise of a good day...
The birds singing sweetly 
A chorus, a symphony, I just wish He was here with me!
Through the trees, a light magically shimmering through
Like in a dreamland here, goes I
I can feel the whispering breeze as soft as a lullaby
Just as if He!
Close by watching me!
I do hope he can see me, skipping dancing hollering
As if there was just the world and I
And He! watching by
Glancing above me filtering through those rays
Like in a fairyland, land of dreams
And I. reaching high touching feeling nothing less
My eyes see's not, can feel not my mind!
It's an illusion!
In the illusive illusion that he's looking down at me smiling
Yet those rays streaming through the trees
Feel I can a certain warmth within me
The light shimmering through the tender greens
A sight for sore eyes
Looking around mesmerised walking through golden fields
In a dream was I!
In the morning dew running, skipping just as we used to do...
Just as if in a game...chasing you.
Catching you!
And I!
Falling upon you, kissing you loving you
I love seeing the light in your eyes,
That smile that quirkiness, in the corner of your mouth, that touch...
Can have not enough of you, my eyes
As I run yet again in a dream am I!
Happening at most times as the sun shines
I dream, dream of thee
The wonder in your eyes I see...
In a dream...Land of dreams...

By Connie James   

But Am Free!

BUT AM FREE!!

Eternity is calling to me!
Yet I lie here resisting
Whether it's time for me
To take to my wings and fly
Take off  from this life I've lived
In contentment most times
But the struggles from this pain within
Taking hold of me intricately
Desist I must not
From the uncertainty, let go must not
What's beyond my knowledge
What's beyond me...
Those that love me circle me wishing me.
I see sadness upon their faces.
As they do not, let go of me!
Encouragingly tirelessly
I can feel their sorrow within me
A point of no return one reaches
Of surrendering giving in
My angel's on the wings waiting
Waiting to guide me my destiny
I must unfold my wings and fly
Soaring up to the skies beyond my firmament
As my breath escapes me
My eyes open wide following that star so bright
Beyond my universe
As I soar & soar high
Leaving the ones behind weeping, it seems
But I am free!
Weep not for me, for I'm free!
Perpetual ache within me
Am free, weep not for me.
He's waiting for me, as I climb steps two and three.
Levitating above me I soar,
Following that bright light before me
Ambiguity not in any way you see!
As if wings I have soaring uncontrollably
A silvery sky my mind still!
Focusing on a journey of no return.
Into Infinitum goes I
Curiously floating like a phoenix unhurriedly
Taking note of the world, bellow me
I can hear music such a sweet music eternal sound
My mind playing tricks my mind!
I care not, just following
To the extremity's of all times
My soul feeling gladness, for I'm free!
Soaring into infinity...

                  By Connie James.





 

This Manna From Heavens

Must waste not this manna from heaven
Drawing water such as this will be fun not
With buckets or what not
From cavernous holes in the ground, that's drying up
water's being wasted every which we turn  
By those greedy developers all over the world
Water tables are as low as can be
Yet they, draw this manna from the gods irresponsibly
The lack of rain in parts of our world is as desperate as can be
The grounds are cracking up the soils red dust
Their crops falling by the wayside failing to materialise
For the lack of the wet stuff
Our rivers will dry our springs merely a whisper oozing, a tear
It's happening more and more across our world
It won't be just the poor scratching, the ground for a living
If they stop not wasting this manna from the gods    
This water this giver of life
And that means you me and everyone's responsibility...
Otherwise!
We'll be drawing water like these guy's buckets in hand.
Bedlam it'll be
Our tongues will be hanging out our hair falling out
Dragging our asses in the mire that we've made  
Animal like
For every drop of water feral fighting, we'll be
If we think not twice as we sling that cup of water out
Criminal you see
In mind, we must keep at all times thinking
What we'd do if this manna from the gods fails to materialise
For you for me! In deep shit, we'll be.

By Connie James...

Appalling

I've read all of it...Absolutely appalling...
The hypocrisy, of those, so called religious heads,
Those so called human beings.
The title of human they deserve not!
The evilness, of a human being
All of the above you must not give up my dear Ru...
The world needs peoples like you to shame those leaders
those heads of a religion that, leave's one suffocating unable to draw breath...
But how can one shame those that shame have not...
A volte-face they are ...so long it affects them not ,
They can do what the hell they want...
What I've read sickens me, sickens me to the very core of my being...
But of course, it matters not after, all it's not them "men"
Although some do! ...
get raped abused treating as spoils of war a trophy,
To rape pillage, the atrocities, forsaken their dignity  will be
Sure leaving them feeling sub-human...
Crawling through a mire of evilness...
But I suppose one mus paint not all peoples with the same brush...
Theirs good and bad in all religions all men/ women but of course,
some are worst than others...A force onto themselves
the atrocities, all in the name of religion!
What they do in the name of religion, should shame and terrify the world...
each & everyone one of us!
Those, devil soldiers with evil within, the zeal to annihilate to kill everything and anything
that follows not their creed, their evilness.
Those that questions the rights and wrongs, of a people without a heart!
Do as I say or else...I have felt that threat before.
But as I've a mind of my own, in hot water I've found myself time and again...
Even accused of madness...
But those that accuse me a mind of their own have, not.
Following all and sundry, sheeplike
One can make excuses justifying why they act as they do...
But aren't men all sinners!
Let he without sin cast the first stone...
Intoned a prophet many, many moons ago.......
They crucified him!!
Forcing their will those infidels that maimed kill, without pity
the atrocities all in the name of religion...
Aren't all peoples suppose to care, love one another help one another
Atrocities committed against our brothers and sisters,
Justifiable will never be...
Humans those animals called human beings
Despoiling our world...the worst animals that'll ever be
Any other animal you see not  taking more than they need!
Much to be desired their greediness ...
I've said it before and will say yet again...
Religion's the pits of our world...
They get you by fear robbing you of your sanity...
Those without a brain,
Led inexorably like sheep will be...

                                      By Connie James

Blue Boy

BLUE BOY!! 

Missing you blue boy! 
You've gone awol from me
Insidious thoughts on my mind 
My mind that can not Olvidarse de ti
Why have you gone away from me! 
Me!  am Missing you...
Battling with, this thing within me
Me that can see you not
In my visions periphery...
I can see not thee!
Yet I know your there, just across from me!
But I can see not, I can see not thee
Unstoppable my tears flowing like a river
An ocean so full as can be
Missing you, missing you!
The more I miss you
The further you are from me...
Distancing yourself from me!
I know you're, not in the vicinity
But just an ocean away from me
I can almost just see you, touch you
From where am sitting you see...
But you just try,
You're, just ignoring me!
Me! my eyes as big as can be
The stars scintillating above me
I can see you in the peripheral
Visions of my mind
A mind that knows not how to quit
And the moon at half mast
Illuminating me not
My way I can see not
Obliterating from me,
My eyes as blind as can be!
For I can see not thee!
Why can I not see!
But the visions, on, my mind I see...
You as you used to be...
Smiling down at me
Just missing you...
Missing you.

                    By Connie James.

Feeding My Soul...

It cuts right through me
Those instruments folklorically
Trembling in my ears those drums
Manically.
Addictively demonically
Levitating I'll be
knowledgeable using their music
Awesomely.
Enough though such music I can have not
Feeling my mind my soul
With yearnings!
A hundred fold lifting my spirits
Into infinity...
Sending shivers down my spine
As I look hear and see
My heart overflowing with love
A certain lightness within
As if, am riding on a cloud
Gossamer'less
Just enough to see
With new eyes as clear as can be
That violin cutting right through me
And that clarinet as clear as can be
Those beating drums
Inexorable playing games with me
Amphetamine my mind
The extrovert-ness in me
The levitation is such my heart missing a beat
I can whoop in ecstasy
Or weep desolately
So strong the feeling within me
Right here before my eyes
The artistry
Sending shivers through me
Getting together those peoples playing animatedly
Leaving me with this feeling inexorably
Feelings buried deeply within me
Flowing tears like a river
Majestically, flowing down to sea
Leaving me!
Leaving grasping for sanity
Euphorically am I
Thought control we need not
Just the music will do me
Indeed, thought control we must have not
NO, no siree...

By Connie James...

In Limbo...

Suspended I find myself between heaven and earth
Forever in limbo, I'll be
Belonging not here nor there
Those that know me not, taking the piss of me
Why...conform must I be,
Why can I not just be me!
A mind of my own to think, to feel to do
What's right for me
To love those in my life inexorably
From life, I ask not much of
Expect those in my life try to understand me
Me that has feelings just like anybody
Bleeding I do too when am hurting.
On my side, no one will ever be
Fighting, fighting just to be me
Anyone, else will I ever be
How could there be!
No one else resides within me, but me!
Why must I apologise for being me!
For being born, it wasn't up to me!
But here I find myself going through life's, uncertainties
The right thing always trying to do
But the right thing's not always right for me.
I follow not anyone you see...
My own star I'll follow wherever it'll take me.
Even beyond infinity it'll be
I guess alone I must be.
If those I care for, prepared are not to feel the same for me
In a limbo always will be
Between heaven and hell, it seems to me
My soul needs to be free
Free from those that understands not me
Just do the right thing he'd say
Papa would say to me
But the right thing for me
Necessarily it's not the right thing for them you see
The conscience of the family someone must be
But why should I think that's me!
It's done me no favours you see
For they care not, care not a jot
Cowardly they'll be
I see not, anyone fighting for me
The ambivalence in me perpetually uncertainty
Staring right at me a life I know not what'll be
But a sheep I'll not be
I'll follow no one, expect not anyone to follow me
If in harmony we can not be
Sucking the very blood from me
Leaving me weak so weak as can be
My body's lost the fight it seems to me...
Why should I care if they care not for me
With the exception of one or two
I guess that should be enough for anybody
But a few friends I have, not at all like family
I can count them in the palms of my hands
Truly they are always there for me
They make me laugh excruciatingly
Laughing uncontrollably until one's sides aching
Falling tears from our eyes
The love between my friends and I
Unconditional always will be
They ask me not what I am
What I'll be...
In limbo!  Why must I be...

                      By Connie James