Collected Prose And Verse
Sometimes Forgotten:
I see the warm, this sun
This
warmth could soon be gone
For it would chill, this ice within my heart
Should touch and coldly freeze around;
Because your gone without a sound.
JPC. June 2006.
The Portal:
Hours spent keeping body and mind
In tune, in tune
with Spirit?
Alas, if I were in tune my Soul
Would sing like
a bird.
But it does not sing, it weeps,
Yes it cries for
freedom.
If I were a wise man less time would I
spend tying
physical and Spiritual together.
And more singing my own true song
The tune of freedom,
that I could fly away.
JPC Aug 86.
Reflection on the future:
I think back through distant memories
That sometimes
seem obscure
And in those hazy images
I see a mind more innocent
A
body clean and pure.
Perhaps through our development
As we grow with
our enlightenment
We will find a path more convenient;
Then lose ourselves for sure.
JPC Nov 86.
The Presence:
You bring kind thoughts and understanding
Intellect
to sooth my brain
You sing to me of new wonders
Things by which I'd
surely gain
Expel my mind of White confusion
Show me colour,
sooth my pain
Leave me lines on which to ponder
Give me reason,
direct my aim.
JPC Dec 86.
The Presence of the Teacher:
You restore in me a freshness
Only found in spring
You keep out the cold that Winters bring.
From the tree of life I'd fall
To hear your call
You make my spirit sing.
JPC Dec 86.
Cold Hard Sky:
Cold sky, Hard sky, Steel sky!
So cold am I that knows not warmth
So hard I will
never crack
Look up to me and clench your frozen body
For I
am everywhere, more places than you know.
I will seek you out, caress your fragile frame
With
a feel of Steel;
So you will know that once again
The winter sky is back.
JPC Jan 87.
Zero Point:
We are truly free wills
Moving under our own ebb
and flow
Pulled by the tides of our gravitation
Through one's own time and space.
If an understanding is not met
We will drift endlessly
and lost;
Our reason must be realised
For us to steer the
course
If only on the chance that we have
Chosen the correct one.
JPC 27 Feb 87.
Daffodils in the Sunlight:
Oh such a task that you partake
To shake our sleepy
minds awake
For look around I'm sure you see
A dullness in humanity
That smell of Black, that touch of Grey
A festered
rotten tooth decay;
Yet you stand so proud so tall and still,
With pure majestic iron will; yet
Bow and dance then
chance with fall of snow.
No! no other time for you would do!
So breath a
biting breath and shout
Before you go; you can live without your ill's
Live amongst the Daffodils!
JPC March 88.
The Edge:
Ah! In a rotten sticky mulch we swim
The heavy cloy of life grasping at
The edge of delusion; yet needing
Nothing, nothing at all before
The drown; down, down, down...
JPC July 89.
Disconnect and...
You are but slaves to a vehicle
Of flesh, blood and bone
Your lifetimes torment to endure such pain
See your bodies writhe and moan.
A tortured smile you wear as you
Strive to satisfy desire;
The more you feed the flames of want
The greater grows the fire.
So empty your minds of delirious thought
Cut the wound let the pus flow free;
And it shall be revealed that the rhythm of life
Is truly the rhythm in thee.
JPC Aug 89.
In Flight:
Touch me with your hand my dear
As you have touched
me with your heart
We will journey through the Stars my dear
As we rise to the light from above
Yes rise so very fast my dear
Just a flash of a
thought and were there
To a place in a new dimension my dear
Where all is not really there;
But if I have to leave you my love,
Midst the stars
all alone,
Just spare me a flash of a thought my dear
And I will speed our spirits back home.
JPC Aug 89.
An Invocation to the world:
Softly chanted incantations whispered magic spells
Hands
clenched knelt down praying
Coins tossed into wishing wells.
Children laughing, dancing, playing
Free Spirits
so alive and well
Their Holy guardian angels thoughts conveying
A meditation of peace, and love, and light;
In hope to protect them from a world that's really
Hell.
JPC Aug 89.
Moonstruck: The Unveiled light from her darkness.
O Moon, Oh mistress moon, neath thee I stand
From
obscurity thoughts drift
To rise by your command.
A fleeting cloud appears then disappears,
Shadows
in the sky that shroud our love
That realise once more our fears.
I feel mine eyes convey a trance
A dance no melody
can match in flight
My Soul, filled will your occult eminence
Your Lunar love your gift this night.
Oh love, O gift of love!
Inspired, I rise for thee
above
I feel thy heat, thy heat it burns unto my core
To melt a frozen heart, ah! thou stab once more.
Moon! Oh mistress moon's desire!
Established this,
our uncommon pact
Our bond of love so rage the fire
As pure as virgin snow intact.
We are the truth of reasoning
Two hearts that touch
entwined;
But if oh moon my heart stops beating
My Soul from mortal flesh shall swoon
Upto thy Holy raptures greeting
Your eternal love sublime.
JPC March 90.
A Dash For
The Woods:
On my old
bike I clamber upon
For a ride
so long as my chain stays on
To the green
and the sticks
Over hills
and down dips;
Or maybe
a straight if I’m lucky.
My ears they
throb and lungs are filled
With air
so fresh I think they have chilled;
But the birds
I can hear
And their
words I can tell
The sun is
shining now I’m feeling so well.
Buds they
are shooting, bulbs are a pushing
Primroses
dainty and Tulips are blushing
March is
ending and Aprils no fool;
Can you here
the birds chirping
The mornings
so cool.
Propped up
my bike behind the old tree
There out
of sight for no-one to see;
And down
to the wood I hurrily scurry
Across the
mud track, not a care do I carry.
For into
the wood I hide from their madness
Surrounded
by trees and full of their gladness;
For the people
they crowd me,
They push
to surround me
Though I’m
dashed if they’ll hound me today!
JPC April
90.
An Angel:
Though your
life has fallen into a world of gloom
Just an empty
shell stained with black impending doom
As if a millstone
to you tied
That wretched
weight of misery to drag you down.
Fear not
this demon sent from hell!
For an Angel
I have seen, to restore that shell
To it’s
bright and awesome gleam.
JPC April 90.
Silent song:
Small birds
their songs so sweet in May
Our woodland
comes alive;
Lost, they
beckon me to stay
To share
their lusty thrive.
On sweet
scented summers air
Drifts that
lazy aircraft drone;
Distant and
without a care
With these
sounds and thoughts alone.
Bubbling
stream your ceaseless flow
Strives to
chase that I don’t know;
Dabbling
dreams in pastures new
A watery
song that sings of you.
But meaningless
these songs so sung
Without each
pause between;
Each note
flattered with a silent one
But felt
then just as keen.
JPC April 90.
The Sculptor:
Life screams louder than I bare
Eardrums rasp with shrill in air
Toil a task I weary take
Weight upon my back to break.
How I feel O how I care
That senses dulled I am aware
For I wish my Heart to hone
A monument from artless stone.
If the Heart and Mind is confounded with pain
and
drudgery, It remains spoiled and abused.
JPC May 90.
Secrets In
A Meadow:
At last to
lay amid the field
To cast away
life’s harsh surreal
I gladly
take these moments few
To rest a
while and think of you;
Mother nature
true and fair
Golden face
and flaxen hair
How your
beauty shines unbounded
Mortal thoughts
left quite confounded.
Butterfly
how much like daisy
Camouflaged
to drive me crazy
Drift on
by from flower to flower
In holy union
with bower;
Dragonfly
where have you been?
Through meadow
grass on gossamer wing
Do you hold
close the magik spell?
That may
reveal gods own true will.
But then
the trees, are they the keepers?
Of all lovers
and all weepers
Branch by
branch to hold entombed
Forever silent
in their womb.
For always
held from human soul
These secrets
I am not to know
Though I
may rest to summarise
Such beauty
neath these summer skies;
No! bumble
bee, you are the keeper!
Of the meadow
silent sleeper
Quietly drone
for fear to wake
And peaceful
meadows breath to take.
JPC May 90.
I think I saw you Soul today
Upon a piece of paper
Scattered fragments of your mind
Arranged each tiny letter;
I think I'll give up writing
my own jumbled lyrics
For they seem somewhat fumbled
Into backward Hieroglyphics.
JPC Oct 90.
Sorrow:
O Sorrow,
Thou hast
taken me a friend;
Thou hast
held and caressed me,
And told
me of your trouble.
O Sorrow,
I shall know
until the end;
For life
long woes arrest me,
Trial and
test me,
Each day
passing then, yet never ends.
JPC Oct 90.
The Battle:
I am the Love
I am the Light
I am the darkness
in the night;
You are the Cold
You are the Clay
That smothers
me each thinking day.
JPC 0ct 90.
The Light:
Two eyes, each a beam of Light
Peer through my mind
the Blackness.
See's lonely roads no end in sight
Enveloped by
a fog of madness
Unfathomed, Unchartered journeys neither start nor
end;
Encased, entombed, I have not love nor gladness.
Just a never ending life long night
And not a Soul
to share my sadness.
JPC Oct 90.
Insight:
Hail to the night
The dark from the light
Veiled evening dimming
Paled Swallows skimming
Their nature is lent to my sight.
JPC Nov 90.
Invocation To A Master:
Old man so worn by time
Time knows not where you've
been, have seen.
Old man I hardly can accept your face
O timid wanderer
of the waste.
Holder of the future, yours and mine
Lantern set
to light the scene
A mind as bright, so keen the sight
To lift the shadow of the dream;
Unveil old man with perfect grace
The future set
to mark my pace.
JPC Nov 90.
The Gem Drop
Tree: Rain drops in sunlight.
How
glorious you stand this sunny afternoon and with such splendour, flattered are your branches bared
To winters
chill, yet not a leaf remains
To cloak
your naked bark.
How you fared
each frozen night, so bleak, so dark
And bide
your time to share once more your treasure;
You must
of known that you were chosen
To show your
dancing gem drop lights to me.
Bright and
shining gem drops
Hanging from
thee gem drop tree
Your hues
of gold and silver
Fill my eyes
refract fully
A multitude
of colour, Crimson
Turquoise,
Amber, Jade.
A majesty
of holy light
To colour
in my shade.
JPC Feb 91.
Political Religion:
Listen to the Politicians
Quoting biblical petitions
Their
just walking statisticians
Boasting policies of faith
Do they care or do they listen
While they profess
to be good Christians
All they crave are high positions
Boasting policies of faith;
Soon the time will come
For our chains to be undone
An
end to political religion
Bound by all its indecisions,
An end to cruelty war and hate.
JPC April 91.
Heart
lifted up unto the Ancient Of Days:
Though
Champak stars shine bright
Not
one shines brighter than the
Star
that shines from thee,
No,
no Sun ever shone a more radiant light
Than
the glorious Sun that shines from thee!
Oh!
No love yearned more deeply
Than
the burning love that dwells within me.
For
though a thousand trillion flames have left the Sun,
Not
one! Will ever travel further, or shall burn more intense
Than
the flame of loves incense, that burns inside of me.
My
Soul of Souls, my love of loves
So
it burns eternal, oh exquisite and divine
Thou
righteous Lord eternal, Master of all Time.
JPC Aug 92.
Atom Sun:
As some vast
creative Sun
Shines forth
a myriad of rays
Each beam
of light an energy
Of love and
will displayed, that
All God’s
human race may
Someday shine
of greater
Magnitude,
each unit, union, One!
And even
it shall be, not
Only human
kind to raise in being;
But every
atom come,
Each a Sun
within it’s Universe
Divine, it’s
spirit, it’s very life
And shall
ascend the path of consciousness!
JPC March 93.
Even such is time which takes in trust
Our youth, our loyes, and all we have
And payes us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days;
And from which earth and grave and dust
The lord shall raise me up I trust.
Sir Walter Raleigh. The night before
his Execution.
Cowards fear to die, but courage stout
Rather than live in snuff, will be put
out.
Sir Walter Raleigh. On the snuff of a candle.
Life is a pure flame and we live by an invisible Sun
within us. Sir Thomas Brown.
Turn inward for your voyage! for all your arts, you
will not find the Stone in foreign parts.
Angelus Selesius. Alchemist.
JPC.
