ENIGMA

I am just a simple man

in the most complicated of ways

With a basic thinking complexed mind

that’s often led astray

I worry about the things I cannot change 

Don’t change the things I can!

Just a complicated simple man that’s never had a plan…

Just get by day to day

always grateful for my pay

Yet it is my freedom that I truly crave

Delude myself everyday

that I am not the system’s slave 

knowing deep down that is a lie 

I just don’t see the chains!

For I am the world’s most simple man 

on the road again…

Maybe a little complicated, mixed-up, mad?

Aboard my train of pain

I know deep down inside my soul

There’s a regular bunch of guys

very slowly drowning

as they swim against the tide

Writing poems of nonsense 

When their brains are fried……..

M C Bolton, @MarkCBolton1 June 2021

Malaz

I stare into the sun

Longing for your shadow

to pass over me

Filling my cup once more

with the elixir of Love…

Your purity too much

For such tainted eyes to bear

Feeling so vulnerable – yet so safe

in the graceful gentleness of your presence

Kneeling in humble submission

to the Queen of my soul…

My sword thrust deep

into the desert sands of time

your veil of modesty and dignity

caught by the cool evening breeze

revealing such hypnotic perfection

that has caused kings

to wage war to win your favour

I who have served you

through many ages – dimensions

seen empires rise

seen empires fall

Finally catching a glimpse

of Paradise on Earth

In the eternal beauty of your face

Forever capturing my heart

M.C. Bolton May 2021 @MarkCBolton1

The End of the Pier Show

I sit on a deckchair

at the end of the pier

Reflect on my life

how I got here…

As a boy I squandered my money

in the amusement arcade

Rode the ghost train

thought I was brave…

But all I’ve become is another of time’s slaves!

I am now an old person

who looks out to Sea

Searching for memories

of when I was free…

Free from the madness

that runs amok in my head

Walking at times-in boots made of lead!

How did I get here?

It all went so fast

Most of my life-Now lived in the past…

Yet I see a bright future

at the end of the line

Oh! God, please give me a little more time…

Love for my children

is all I’ve got left

As lonely at times

I stand close to the edge…

But I sit on a deckchair

at the end of the pier

Reflecting on my life, the ones I hold dear

Just alone on this deckchair

at the end of the pier

Reflecting on my life ‘n’ the ones I hold dear………………………..

M C Bolton April 2021 @MarkCBolton1

Photo by tc

SANCTUARY

Holding you close against my heart

Something shifted within the depths of my soul

I didn’t want to let you go-our hands casually holding…

Slowly pulling away like a liner leaving the dock

Such majesty, grace, driven by so much power

Enough to battle the mightiest of waves

upon the foreboding Ocean of time…

We of differing faith and age

Drawn together out of love for truth

within ourselves-within each other

Agenda, motive free, pure, edifying

which tempers passion-freedom to just be!

Like two birds that fly together

just for a moment, a brief while

with no destination or reasonable explanation

Yet with a gentle touch, inner tectonic plates moved

In time with Heavenly beings…

Stumbling across this gift

That fell upon us like a boulder from the sky

Nothing will or can now remain the same

An eclipse​ of the heart. without fear or demand

Free to be our true selves, without worry of self-sabotage

Like Angels we hide beneath each other’s wings

Knowing true love has found us today…

M C Bolton, March 2021

@MarkCBolton1

Ravens of Madness

The gauntlets of darkness compress my brain

Feeling constantly stoned, drunk with too much wine

Yet I have partaken of neither grape nor herb in years!

My eyes are not in sync as I stumble around

like a Dickens character trapped inside an unfinished novel

Never to be read or published

Flitting from page to page searching for my lines

For my own story within this crazy story…

These days, even though I sleep longer, I still find no rest

I dread waking up! Oh! so grateful I do…

Has my God left me? Am I deluded?

Sent out of his pity?

For to see the wretched humanity deep within my soul

would be too much sorrow for a man to bear…

Am I a lost boy to conscience?

Alone running through a petrified forest

Thunder, lightning overhead, my own 1812 overture

While shrieking ravens fly above

Mocking! Mocking! Mocking!

Dark ravens of madness that now forever fly inside my head

Mocking! Mocking! Mocking!………………

M C Bolton 2021 @MarkCBolton1

The Watchers

Giants once walked this Earth

Sons and daughters of Heavenly beings

that sowed their seed amongst soil and blood…

Their offspring banished to inner-earth

Watchers over humanity-planetary guardians

Observing mankind’s once so spiritual eyes

blinded by their shared science…

Alarmed as now learned men

arrogantly boast about their powerful intellect…

Evolution of the mind reaching its climactic crescendo!

God is surely dead they cry

As they ridicule those of faith

Archaic believers of myths of legends…

Children of the Nephilim

knowing their own judgement hastily beckons…

Enoch awakes from his slumber

appearing suddenly like a thief in the night

Stealing centuries of time-discarded into landfill

along with unloved ancient heirlooms, containing souls of the lost…

Yet a precious few, those that knew their failings

Who believed in the lamb-purified by his precious blood

Saved to dwell inside the golden cube

No longer cursed by sickness or a prisoner to tainted fallen flesh…

Forever free to wade in the crystal living waters

That eternal gentle flow through a land of giants………

M C Bolton January 2021

@MarkCBolton1

A Moonlit Dream

Just to write a dream

amongst the lilies

underneath the moon

To wander into my secret garden

where I talk to the birds

Whisper to the trees

my hopes, my fears

Feeling anxiety slowly leaving me

like an old tweed overcoat

dropped casually onto the ground

without care or consideration

Almost despised yet treasured

maybe even loved…

Knowing upon my shoulders

once more I will soon feel its weight

Too frightened to discard it forever

For I will be left naked-exposing my true self

Oh! If I could only stay here forever

Unburdened-no longer a slave to my fears…

This old worn-out patched coat

my excuse for so much folly!

A reason to sabotage my own peaceful contentment…

Cursed soul that I am

Yet just for a while, I felt free

new-born-pure-sanctified

Just sitting amongst the lilies

writing my dream………………..

M C BOLTON- NOV 2020 @MarkCBolton1

PSYCHEDELIC COWBOY (FOR KANS)

I know you my child
born into Autumn weather wild
I see a small part of me
A deep still lake
or tempestuous raging sea!

With an inner longing-always to be free
I feel those things in you
Observe them in your eyes
underneath so blue or dark and cloudy skies
Understand the places-that you often go

Aloofness of your spirit
as you travel deep into your soul…

It’s not easy being different
That internal mark of Cain
Gaining so much knowledge
to ever remain the same…
But we who walk this narrow path
quietly-in solitude -alone
Will always be watching over
one we call our own!
Riders on the storm of truth
in God’s hallucinogenic electric rodeo…..

 

M C Bolton OCT 2020, @MarkCBolton1

Portobello House

I sit in peace

escaping the shuffling

of the Portobello penguins!

 

For A brief time

this place, my sanctuary

understated class

eclectic music

even more eclectic patrons

 

I see – feel no judgement

almost utopian

kindness in the eyes

of the hoteliers

Biblical – Catholic – genuine

 

The truth could abide here

feel comfortable at ease

egos left at the door

whether rich! whether poor!

in my head – my soul

I am back in the 70s once more

chilled – burden free – young…

 

Watching silent monochrome movies

through colourful fresh posies

soaking it up

making plans that I will not adhere to!

happy to feel alive

free, oh! so free

this place!

this wonderful place

does this for me……x

 

M.C.Bolton @MarkCBolton1

The Beast

I await the night
as summer slips away
like an assassin
behind a curtain of darkness
entering Agartha to await its call
Inner earth, where children of the Nephilim dwell…

Our minds being stretched, ploughed, prepared
to receive fallen angels
chained in caves
now unleashed to deceive
bringing peace, prosperity, equality, Utopia
Finally ending the chaos
that imps instigated…

The rusty gates of Hell now opening
subtly unleashing all its fury
persuasive yet without pity or mercy
Its beautiful man of light appears,
Adonis-like perfection
adored, admired, worshipped
Many kneel, bow, pledge their hearts as a tribute…

Others choose to die
making a stand like Leonidas
against overwhelming odds
the few – protectors of truth
exposers of falsehood
holding strong-upon their own Thermopylae
those of us that knew………

M C Bolton Sept/Oct 2020