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

MASQUERADE

Many believe they walk in the light,

followers of the truth

Enlightened ones, morally superior

Virtuous in speech and deed

driven by socio-political ideology,

not a sense of humanity,

unable to extend the hand of grace or mercy

to the dissident….

Always afraid of the individual

as their power is in the herd

for alone a man may come to his senses

Individualism must be crushed,

free thinkers mocked-ridiculed-silenced

This Renaissance must be controlled

to support the narrative….

Yet the real truth, the treasure of darkness

comes in a gentle breeze,

is spoken in whispers,

shrouded in mystery,

hidden from sight

Beyond comprehension,

binding the universe together

It is Love’s constant companion,

bringing true freedom,

an internal light

enabling perception,

seeing into the heart of mankind………

M C Bolton, August 2020

@MarkCBolton1

The Witchfinder General

School Holidays, Lewes (for Indiana)

I will miss walking around the Pell’s pond

as the sun sets slowly over the downs

the friendly smiling faces as we walk around town

where we can just look in the shops

without being followed around

buying biscuits- crisps as we head back to our hotel

 

I’ll miss showing you those places where I used to play

when I was young and happy – just an innocent boy

sticks or twigs were our guns, a pistol or sword

our days were long, we’d never get bored

I want you to see how your life can be

easy living- laid back feeling, so free

we didn’t have much, we were comfortably poor

Just had enough didn’t want more…

 

So, my little one I’m glad I showed you around

this artisan place where we’ve always rebelled

on bonfire nights you’d think you’re in Hell!

I’m getting older I know you can tell

the hills feel steeper-I now seem to walk slow

but’s been a real joy just watching you grow

for surely, I Love you so much

much more than you’ll ever know…….

 

©M C Bolton July 2020, @MarkCBolton1

 

Lewes

Creatio Ex Nihilo

I float over the dark waters

God has not yet uttered the words of creation

there is no darkness or light

time or dimension

 

I don’t exist-for I am already here!

Amongst beings beyond imagination

feeling nothing or seeing…

Outside eternities concept

he speaketh light into existence

 

A sound so terrifying it emulsifies nothing into matter

I enter a tunnel spinning naked

passing trees, plants, creatures

all without fear or impurity

perfection-landing in paradise

walking upon dew-covered grass

underneath the most turquoise of skies

 

warm-clean air filling my lungs

knowledge flooding my mind

along with the understanding of Love…

 

This is it the beginning-the first day

there is no death or hatred-lust or greed sickness or sorrow…

No past, no pain, only tomorrow……..

 

©M C Bolton July 2020, @MarkCBolton1

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I Wish

I wish I was 15 again

with my flares, long hair

No cares just free

playing with the American kids in the fields

loving their hippie style

the girls were so cool

my sister climbing out her bedroom window

to smoke grass with her boyfriend

she was so pretty, so crazy!

 

I would ride my chopper bike for miles

deep into the country underneath such blue skies

while US fighter bombers flew overhead

pretending I was in Vietnam

thought I was John Wayne

but I was just me – trying to find a reason

I had so many dreams

so much hope that I would find the right path

 

Dancing with girls at school discos

the smell of Brut and mothballs

Playing in goal for the school team

they say keepers are mad!

listening to Neil Young

wishing I was him

boasting about football match violence on Saturdays

when really, I ran away

Especially against Spurs!

 

Drinking in the local pubs

Dad taking 12 strangers out to dinner!

Looking at my brother – he got all the girls

Mum dressed up tonight like Elizabeth Taylor!

 

It’s 1974 all my problems are way ahead of me

just to go back for one night

to see Michael Kelly

Who said today we’re all young Boys

one day we will all be old men!

Oh! How right he was…

 

Sam who always wore his vest over his orange nylon shirt…

we all Loved Amanda Tombs

kissing our pillows each night

those days are no more

yet they remain forever in my heart

like an eternal pearl trapped inside an oyster

in the depths of the deepest sea

 

M C Bolton June 2020

@MarkCBolton1

 

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The Ballad of Elijah Scruggs, Part 1: PURGATORY

A cowboy sporting a stetson

Said “Pilgrim, you just passing through?

Now you find yourself here my friend

what is it you plan to do?”

 

“I’m not sure” I replied

“there’s a lot I don’t understand,

so I thought I’d pay a visit,

find out-what truly makes a man!”

 

“Sure” smiled the stranger

“Just have a look around

You’ll find many ghosts from your past

residing in this town…

 

“Some folks that have hurt you

others you’ve caused pain!

If you had your time again

things would be the same”

 

“Really!” I retorted, “That’s disappointingly lame…”

“You see son you’re not at the Gates of Hell

nor in Paradise…

But if you’ve time to listen?

I’ll give some good advice

To stop you from growing bitter as you hit old age

free from hate and anger that keeps you living in a cage!

 

“The secret, just show mercy

infinite Love, forgiveness, grace

Never ever bare a grudge

Learn to turn the page…

For what is truly in your heart

will show upon your face…”

 

“Thank you, Sir” I nodded

“Those words have reached my soul

like seeds that I will nurture

whose fruit will make me whole…”

With those words, I left him

began my journey home….

 

M C Bolton May 2020

@MarkCBolton1

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