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

THE VISIT

Sitting listening to Tavener

Composer for the Heavenly realms

My eyes turning inward

desperately trying to see inside my head

As if called by eternity itself-to observe my vision…

Seeing my once still-born daughter

now a young girl clutching her grandmother’s hand

Both clothed in pure white garments-without spot or blemish

I knew they were here-seeing them only in my mind

For that great chasm separates, Time-Dimension-Purity…

Holding out my hand to her

True Love the bridge

She held it tight, staring just being

Shrouded in light…

Before turning to leave with her Grandma

who was happy content at peace

I’ll wait for you Daddy

I’ll wait for you to Joey…

With those words, my eyes filled with baptismal tears

Knowing I would see them both again, in another place-another age…

Something happened to me today

Just an ordinary cold December Tuesday

Yet inside I felt warm- redeemed

Knowing I must carry on walking my path of destiny

Knowing things will never be quite the same…………………..

​M C  Bolton December 2020 @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