Saturday, 16 May 2015

This is my Flag

This is my flag. 
I am a human being living on this planet. A planet, human beings named earth. A living sphere, human beings named a planet. 

On this planet, there is land among the great oceans. On this land, I mostly dwell. This land of the earth, as divided by humans and named by humans. I dwell within a division and a name, on this planets land. 

My only one true and deep claim, is that I am of this earth and existence. A claim that I share equally with every single inhabitant within this atmosphere and all possible reality. 
From the soil to the stars and all else that is. We are together, we are equal, we are one.

A gift that my human state provides, is my consciousness. All human beings may discover within this; the thought to speak, the thought to know, the thought to remove our individual state from thought, and to think in great perspective.  
It is within this awareness I now speak. As it has led me to a sight, among the blindness of so many. 
With an ever pressing fill of words that I can not, and must not, hold back no more. 

I have been given a name, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to discover myself. 

My skin has been given a colour, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to blend along my growth in coloured union. 

I work to earn the paper creations of humans, to spend on my needs and wants, yet this does not define me. 
As this will limit my potential to see the true value of my living breath and my freedom. 

I believe in something more, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to the presence of myself and to hold the hands of those around me, in faith of humanity. 

I have been taught of worldly ways and knowledge, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to write the knowledge of my making and turn the pages of myself onwards.

I live in peace in my home on this planets land. Yet if my neighbours house is burning, I will not turn him away. As the land he dwells is on the land I dwell. 
Matters not the human names this earths lands hold. Or if distances between us hold imaginary lines. For  they should not contain our love. 
As this limits our potential to join in powerful union and love one another in our collective peace. 

There is hatred in our world, among the names of others. Yet I will not spread their hatred, by hating in return. And putting hatred in a basket with a name-as made by humans, that does not define all hatred. 
As if I'm walking on the lands of earth, and I may be bitten by a snake, or I may not. Yet I will not walk in hatred of them, as this limits my potential to focus love in all else that passes by. So I may walk in calming peace on the lands, and spread the trust for others to walk with me. Not in readiness for a striking snake, but with readiness to live among all things. Together. 

We are contained within the limits of our human self. In all that it is. Yet we are not contained by the perceptions, knowings and judgments of all else that has preceded our time here. As created by the evolving consciousness of the human minds before us.
As this limits our potential and the potential of our lives on this planet. To rewrite and reshape our future. So we may create a way of life as beautiful as we can imagine. And live together as we already are in presence, yet less the divisions we have fabricated ourselves that hold us separate. 

So we may rise, not as nations, but as a unified humanity. And as a unified earth. Ready to fulfil the potential we could have unitedly. 
With this flag of earth, flying on the frontiers of our consciousness and the frontiers of our place beyond our lands. Beyond our earth. 
Ready to expand the breadth of our flag ever onwards, to contain the whole of that which we are so infinitely a part of. 

To grow ever onwards. 
To be all we can. 
In all we are.
Together. 

With love. 

mF 



(C) MarkFlood2015 


Thursday, 26 February 2015

My Flag

This is my flag. 
I am a human being living on this planet. A planet, human beings named earth. A living sphere, human beings named a planet. 

On this planet, there is land among the great oceans. On this land, I mostly dwell. This land of the earth, as divided by humans and named by humans. I dwell within a division and a name, on this planets land. 

My only one true and deep claim, is that I am of this earth and existence. A claim that I share equally with every single inhabitant within this atmosphere and all possible reality. 
From the soil to the stars and all else that is. We are together, we are equal, we are one.

A gift that my human state provides, is my consciousness. All human beings may discover within this; the thought to speak, the thought to know, the thought to remove our individual state from thought, and to think in great perspective.  
It is within this awareness I now speak. As it has led me to a sight, among the blindness of so many. 
With an ever pressing fill of words that I can not, and must not, hold back no more. 

I have been given a name, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to discover myself. 

My skin has been given a colour, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to blend along my growth in coloured union. 

I work to earn the paper creations of humans, to spend on my needs and wants, yet this does not define me. 
As this will limit my potential to see the true value of my living breath and my freedom. 

I believe in something more, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to the presence of myself and to hold the hands of those around me, in faith of humanity. 

I have been taught of worldly ways and knowledge, yet this does not define me. As this will limit my potential to write the knowledge of my making and turn the pages of myself onwards.

I live in peace in my home on this planets land. Yet if my neighbours house is burning, I will not turn him away. As the land he dwells is on the land I dwell. 
Matters not the human names this earths lands hold. Or if distances between us hold imaginary lines. For  they should not contain our love. 
As this limits our potential to join in powerful union and love one another in our collective peace. 

There is hatred in our world, among the names of others. Yet I will not spread their hatred, by hating in return. And putting hatred in a basket with a name-as made by humans, that does not define all hatred. 
As if I'm walking on the lands of earth, and I may be bitten by a snake, or I may not. Yet I will not walk in hatred of them, as this limits my potential to focus love in all else that passes by. So I may walk in calming peace on the lands, and spread the trust for others to walk with me. Not in readiness for a striking snake, but with readiness to live among all things. Together. 

We are contained within the limits of our human self. In all that it is. Yet we are not contained by the perceptions, knowings and judgments of all else that has preceded our time here. As created by the evolving consciousness of the human minds before us.
As this limits our potential and the potential of our lives on this planet. To rewrite and reshape our future. So we may create a way of life as beautiful as we can imagine. And live together as we already are in presence, yet less the divisions we have fabricated ourselves that hold us separate. 

So we may rise, not as nations, but as a unified humanity. And as a unified earth. Ready to fulfil the potential we could have unitedly. 
With this flag of earth, flying on the frontiers of our consciousness and the frontiers of our place beyond our lands. Beyond our earth. 
Ready to expand the breadth of our flag ever onwards, to contain the whole of that which we are so infinitely a part of. 

To grow ever onwards. 
To be all we can. 
In all we are.
Together. 

With love. 

mF 



(C) MarkFlood2015 


Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Spin Cycles

Spin Cycles 
•+**••+**+••+**••••


Tumbling fresh in down-trodden spirit wheels
There's a place hurtling onwards 
I'm not there
   I can't be
      as spirals blind my feet
I call on the juggling jester to cease 
I know him
Like I know reflective mirrors 
     And skin
       And monotonous mornings 
Like a rotating sieve full of prospect
Shuffling and scattering my essence  
As relentless as a gold-eyed miner
Waiting for my gold flakes
To reveal
   To revel
      at my discovery
Among the globules of my wasted self
A golden ladder of my bones 
  Out of the maniacal spinnings 
    Onto willed free-shine 
Hoping I'll not wait for my presence
   to be as present as I am 
For I may pass my riches by and by 
  To my death...
There's a place hurtling onwards 
   I'm on my way 
 

mF 

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image



Sunday, 8 February 2015

The Green Mans Door

The Green-Mans Door
_________D_________
             3    3
                3


In the shadows of the green-man 
All kept as whispers thin on thorns 
As all in growth in night shed hue 
Listen on from fingers to bark crust 
To moth pelt and vine reach 
With forest edged earlobes 

Time ticking in twitching twigs 
As verily his words dance anciently 

Dew drop leaf fall 
Span wing heart caw
Blood wind mist born
Kept fur scar fawn
Kings grove path step 
Star edge earth let 
River twine skin thread
BLOW
TRINE 
GUSH 
DEATH 
Birth flame nest wet
God dreamt call debt 
Dragon eye sky cast
Ever weave silk mask

Crackling forth near the feet of time 
Came the heart of one in all form 
And earth and sun hummed as hinged song swung
For the green-mans door 
Opens now as called 
To meet the tabled sheet of present law
And rid this world of blackened pawn
And tear light shine in new born dawn  


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 

Spirit Quest

Spirit Quest
<********>

I have tried all my days
All my summers 
All my winters 
And all shifts between my seasons 
To hear your whispers between heart beats 
To listen further than the chatter in the air 
To hold sight past dusted detritus of realities exhaust 
To see my soul as it trickles in a stream 
And on to rivers carving lands 
And out to oceans of earths blood
So that I might be closer to you 
So my simple stone turns golden light
And you might see me shining slight 
As I call out to you alone at night
In star scattered dark
In moon matching mood
To tell me why I feel of place not here
Yet place that's near 
To remind me...
Why...
I'm here


mF 


(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image

Sitting With Angels

Sitting With Angels
>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<


May I sit with you a while...

Feathered watcher between light 
And look upon humanity 
From cloudscape vantage 

May we talk on rising lights of life...

In draping dives of purpose
And life that stays like moon light 
Shining after dusk 

Is it your wings given unto me...

When my heart fills with knowingness 
As from child my roof topped visions 
Seem to stand beyond the heights
Above these earthly legs 

And may I ask you tenderly...

What hopes hold on our horizon
Will we meld in meshing unity...
Like lapping feathers on your wings 
So bodies of our human thoughts
Can fly past bordered whims 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 

The Call to Challenge

The Call to Challenge
^><^<><>^^><^><

I keep the sunshine in my pocket 
As I move through places sunless
So bright sighted memories
May be handed to the darkness

Twisters may throw bearings windward 
In life's atmospheric flux 
Yet Ill-calmly feel cool soil 
As earth stitched steadiness holds me true 

Could the liquid-state of mind stay steady
If stairs to hope high placement 
Crumbled cynically to throw me down  ...
Perhaps
If horizons hold eyes balanced
I may hold mind rimmed fluid drips-
From falling ever-lost in blistered winds
Then take sip on focused thoughts
From steadied-level wash on sides inside 
Stepping up and onto rises 
Into stairwells evermore...
Dripless 

Will it matter if my swinging gait stutters ever slightly 
Among swaying flower faces...
For my step finds fewer stems 
Far and far between 
To find some virgin sunshine 
To marry as my own 
...
Perhaps 
If I trust as trust is thrust within 
And taking stock as staff to walk 
Then I shall make a mark as artists paint 
On this canvas spread in my hands to make 

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015

My Son

My Son
_____*__

His presence like light filled lamp shades
Under bubbly fresh fizz 
Bright and warm beneath popping swells 
He makes me feel higher than feeling
When he wakes me gently 
Stroking my face 
Tapping softly on book shelves 
Ready to meet the sunshine 
Sun beam to sun ray 
Never had I known the widths of bonds
In love drowned fatherhood 
Till he picked me from this soul stacked world 
And smiled with flame fired presence 
Like phoenixes in night skies
His love in me 
Gives my footing bridges 
To distant places where selfless seers teach wisdom 
And I return with hugs for his deep eyed trust 
For his outstretched hands
For his wood fired glow
As he wraps me in blankets of pride
And I need him as my son
As he needs me 
As his father 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image

Before the Beginning

Before the beginning
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<_•

Before stars collided 
Stars sat in queued horizon
Stars waiting for spirit string
Stars ceramic; cooling timeless
Stars of puppeteers; on black stage
Black stage; for play of plays
Plays for days in sunshines boon
Plays for planets; birthing moon
Plays in heart beat switches 
Plays to switch life's question
Mirrored maxims gravitated
Gravity with black dressed strings 
Strings black in lengths to gods 
Strings stretched in time with reason
Strings with infinite inclusion
Strings pulling universe with season
All kept on paged dimension 
Handled fine then pressed aside 
Pressed and held in godly binds 
Binds in numbers on shelf lines 
In libraries past doors within halls
Next to star kilns and clay moulds
Next to black stage rimless frames 
Next to keepers playing strings 
Keepers shimmering within 
A little door right next to time 
The time in space within a mind


 mF

(C) MarkFlood2015

Not.another poem about. Love

A little fun. 



Not 
Another Poem about 
Love
~+++++~

Love this 
Love that 
Poets at the table 
Wearing love hats 
Is it only love soup  
Under mind spoons
Why not snail chatter 
Or lucent croons 
Just love tracks 
Under word carriages
Why not grey matter 
Or elemental marriages 
Yes love is great 
Love is grand 
Love is viscous 
Love is bland 
But if fishes swam
In love nooks 
The fisher crafts
From one book
With one hook
Never changing worded bait
Never giving changing plate
I Love a lovers poetry 
When lovie-in words
Are swimming free 
A love in all

With love
 from me 

 mF

(C) MarkFlood2015

On the Dark Side of the Moon

On the Dark Side of the Moon
ooooooooooooooooooooooo

On the dark side of the moon
Tailors stitching gold garments
On dignitaries in planetaria's 

Grey skinned feather collectors 
Shuffle in shades down crater steps

Humming ships in shape of shims 
Click from sight to stealth in passage 

Wizened faces keep keepers pens 
On dot dashed scrolls illumined 

Local portal flash dust stirs about 
As watchers watch through orbs 

Interstellar seers keep council 
On white skinned self named humans 
And wether brown-blue planet hue 
Dims dire for air dosed dwellers 

All forms phase intermittently arrived
As silver ore walls shimmer into sight  
All under darkened roof plate sky

On the dark side of the moon 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image

The Mountain King

The Mountain King
*************^^*******^^

In the hall of the mountain king 
Tales drenched in wine 
Swords sheathed unclean 
In a mood misted corner
She wept for him deeply
With tears turbid in red washed mountain streams 

Through pauses in her sullen gasped grief 
She heard the murmurs of men about

"Our kings heart lost in valour gold"
"I watched as he held fate at bay beyond mortal bounds"
"Yes he stood defiant to the death "
"With his bladed rebuke for thieves to steal his mountain soul"
"Men and men came on like beasts in running herds"
"Thrice he cast the hand of hooded death from I" 
"As I" 
"And I" 
"Never will the sun shine upon one born such as he" 
"I heard the mount moan as like great-grey beasts from sea" 
"As I"
"And I" 
"Today this mountains veins were his and his, this mountains" 
"Only did he fall whence those who came fell to ruin"
"Met a red soaked god they did" 
"Burned bright to death like great stones falling to earth" 
"Quiet, the lady hears us solemnly" 

 No word of deed or fortitude 
Could bridge her void gaped heart
For hands that swept heathen to heavens 
Left the pieces of her lost and scattered
His fire may have blazed across fear stricken faces
Yet now without him she lay on cold stones extinguished 

In the hall of the mountain king 
All spoke to his sacrifice 
For people and mountain true
Yet in a mood misted corner 
She wept deeply in knowing 
In promise on that morning breath
"No blackened spirit approaching shall live past I to you... My love" 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015


Suns Son


Suns Son            
******** <  *  >

Glass topped rivers multiply your presence 
On the morn of elemental sepia 
This great planet my feet are held on
Spins round your form as you lead her well in cosmic dance 

Most creatures rise for you 
From air to sea to land
In your flamed provocation 
While others betray your love to wake with moonlight 
Unbeknown to them
her shine stretches still from your touch 

Yes 
my eyes detract from your piercing gaze at your brightest 
Yes
all my living days I shall never see you truly 
Yet
I shall love you evermore
As love illume by all you give 
By all your light 
Giving day 
To all my night 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 

Night Kept

Night Kept
••••••••••••+•

Some nights I sit up late for no reason
As if unseen company wants my thought chattered time a little longer
Wandering around listening for butterfly wing beats 
Carrying perhaps the breath from distant earth changes 
I feel like bright lights may dissolve the roof space 
At moments end 
As I feel marvelled sense stretch
Further than my fear of sleeplessness in sunlight
I know without cause or reason 
Somewhere somehow is now and pulling my strings 
I feel my being reverberate connectedness 
Somewhere somehow to there
To here 
To them
To me 
As if my body flies and forms 
And shifts to shape
To high cradled grip in train-travelling tune
In the hands of one who plays violin for galaxies 
And my mind sits atop realities thin wire and sways in song 
You see 
Some nights I like to sit up late for no reason 
Those nights 
I'm free
I'm Poetry  

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 

Monday, 19 January 2015

Twin Tome Soul


Meditation Majestic


A lone white-crested eagle 
With a gaze for paths to follow 
As brown brushed plains rise
As stone stacked stairways 
In lust for moon touch 

I shone so bright over black liquid lakes
And flowed so wet with purpose
As green jade currents 
In river motion 
On spirit streams 

Handless clock faces 
Filled with blurred star-lines 
Giving me such in-spiralled wisdom
To have been offered the hands of Queens 
From planet Kings 

As smooth diamond lips promised me eternity 
My earth-bound cord tensioned my return 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Childs Play



Planets pooled in translucent bowls; servings made of marbles.
Children cast the cosmos on flattened boards; worlds collide. 
In depths concealed on scaled perspective, in forms revealed to passersby. 
Children see people vanish as eyes are shadowed; marbled eyes let spirits seen. Sunglasses floating on high, at marble tournaments. 
Children step to walk and listen to talk; again for note in depths concealed on scaled perspective to passersby. Children mouthing P-L-anets under sunshine, in mimic of murmurs made from winged glasses, while glinting marbles roll. 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 



Reed Over Arching Death S


Roads... The distance between heart beats 
Asphalt emotions over earth soul

  The rolling of life lined words
  White blurred stuttered thought

    The pathways for star hearts
    Travels over time filled blackness 

      The ocean in light streams
      Fluorescent misty dream serpents 

Threads carrying human buttons 

 Over spreading twine fall 

  Praying to weavers for placement

Roads... Touching pattern to pattern 
Fate to fates 



mF 

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 


Past Life Dreams


Truth and trust and moving seasons
Words and ways cast in gold 
The obelisk marked in reasons 
Messaged light into the fold

Ripple and rise in tidal causes
Men and ship travel on hope
The Nile kept land that never pauses
Magic flowed from godly scope

Sage and soul and hummed evoking
Sound and silence carving stone
The Sphinx fired eyes of devoting
Viziers wise growth in aged unknown

Sight and spirit and rising stars
Forms and mysteries red cloaked as Mars 

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 

Merlins Gaze


I see you off in that world embodied
Possums watch you weave
Fiddling well on essence strings
Stopping wing born creatures 
Passing by 
My cave not lonely for many circles 
My gaze not moved for many moons
Your colour brings foxes forward
Trees fly your name on leaves 
You are the change-born bearer 
Tied in blood to causes beyond 
None shall put you asunder to this
None boy
Take stock the staff this melds to hand 
Walk rightly so as grown this pillar 
And know that only your shadow sits in closeness 
Over ever sight from Merlins gaze

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015


Oceans


Does one have to swim past the waves to feel the ocean 
Women walk in such silence 
All prominence and stature lost at beaches where only skin and flattened hair styles frolic

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 

The Poet & The Mountain


Sight on mountains liquifies thought to word, as oak and pine play wind pitched violins. 
I think on the earths swinging moods, in storm thrown bark of foreign placement; perhaps the solar wind had ruffled her dress that day. 
Great stones speak to me of patience, sediment by sediment; to fade slowly in dusty gusts. 
Trees motion me to prostrate to their king of light; to all things under reign in warmth I relate on humbled knee. 
Branched brown arms, green leafed fingers; I'm sure some caress my presence, though some push me to other paths and growth. 
I feel solemnness between us as I call my leave; the mountain longs for words on oceans and what is it that replaces trees on flats beneath his gaze. And why it approaches so, with brother mist all brown and blackened. 
I share my thoughts in lengths so little to one so lengthened in time. He knows that questions become answers on a growing path, and knows all leave is taken at the setting sun. 
"You are welcome to tread here again soft skin, with your words and your listening roots." 

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image


Living Mystery



Say by chance I caught you 

Under apple filled canopies

And lay you gently down 

Over plush and risen earth


Would you give yourself wholly

As a lover flushed and fevered

Or still remain with sacredness 

In reserved and white splashed silk


My cause may differ not to others

As with beggars from city and town 

Yet still my thoughts reach for you

As arms from stem to sunshine 

To catch your secrets

As I call your name

My love

My Mystery 



mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 


Monday, 12 January 2015

Homeward Diamond


A dash in twisted sunlight 
A warming blanket of illumination
Home-felt hands resting on me 
The sky faced as my father 

My body feels tall grass around 
My minds spent of proper thought
Serpents join my star light 
The ageless pass me to rising flight

As mountain stones to passing time
Warm bedded contentment in form
A place has fallen beneath me 
In final grace to my fading wonder  

For I have longed as longing can 
On the distance to clasp my jewel 
My home to shine unbound 

mF 

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image


Sunday, 11 January 2015

Time Sweeper


The time sweeper hums 
As her broom never ceases 
Swinging from moon to sun 
And dusk to dawn 

The brightness of painted memory 
Dulled behind her brushing stroke 
As all in sanctity and sadness
Causes no pause 

In her presence of sweeping motion
Joy may gather in with joy 
As we hum with her 
On days blessed

She hums and she sways 
The timeless time sweeper
As swept strokes pass all things 
And all else

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 

The Gathering


Unmoved amongst
  The delicacy of flower tops
  The gravity of star mist 
  The chatter of sparrows
"How so is such ? "
Asks the Forest King

Discontent within
  The love pinched eyes
  The grace carved words
  The heart drummed joy
"How so is such ? " 
Asks the Spirit Queen 

Separated on 
  The blue cradled globe
  The wind seamed air 
  The dust veined divinity 
"How so is such ? "
Asks the Aether Seer

"A babe in tears knows little of things...
Knowing born from growth yet here"
Utters the Keeper


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 


Friday, 9 January 2015

Portals


Rings in distant rings 
Shadows behind shadows
Rank upon rank 
Coloured dimensions 
I throw my body 
To feel river-fall 
Rough skinned brashness 
With chocolate touch 
As presently winged 
I may birth anew 
Love letting showers
Lightning dreams
Thunder hearts
Bent on freedom
Clasping thorn stems
Yes I bleed 
I'm what is human 
Take me onwards 



mF 

(C) MarkFlood2015

 
 

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Dreamscape

A dream I had while napping with my daughter yesterday. My best poetic efforts at its simple beauty. 


Dreamscape 
•••••••••••*•••

Lemon bright sky
Bulbed green tree
Holds love to stone 
White flower reverie 

One tree 
One Boulder 
In love 
Growing older

Lemon bright sky 
Lemon bright sky
So vividly staining 
On eyes lidless 
In waking remaining 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 


Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Sleepless


Sleepless; the distance between my senses lengthen
To the fore my eye moves reverently 
Freed from the charge of the mind
Let loose my spirit in a jaded haze 

Sleepless; there is glittered universe in glinting asphalt
To the sky that holds my being over roads 
Driving on past fields and its whiskered countenance  
As it's sunlit gaze belies deep wisdom 

Sleepless; the versions of myself fade in the wash 
As chalked clouds carry my misted essence 
I wondered from place less in rest than hunting owls 
On what is real in form and thought 
When sleepless...I travel beyond 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image 
 



Monday, 5 January 2015

Awoken


With birds crossing flight at heights above 
Matching thought to wings
And hearts to feathers 
A valiant brow faces breadth-less horizon  

The colour of the sky hides not the distance to the stars 
As he thinks on places, worlds and souls

From slumber he had awoken 
To see again such sight in word and magic 
As sand from somewhere reminded him of waves
In need to roll and move to white crest fall 

The life in swells and motion 
Gives much to shape the earths rimmed lines 

A soft wind touches him within
As his lips lift in corners of their length 
Words fall from the golden silk bag of his muse 
As she welcomes him home

mF 

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image