Basil's Brain

This heart of mine... won't listen To the voice of reason This heart of mine... has a will of its own mightier than mind This heart hears... beautiful verses Beats at poetic words This heart sings... A tune as old as time

Laughter, glee and giggles rung out with abandon Happiness radiating from within... There is no stopping tears of joy The pain is gone fear is vanquished This moment... Out from a tunnel Away from the madness Light beckons The soul is free liberated from sorrow Thought flees Only fun occupies This hollow... Long neglected Never tended Always ignored A fraction... A second... Joy is all there is Laughter floods the being This precious play caressing the spirit cheating the mind Here is bliss

i often used to wonder how people acquire new relationships so easily and it is probably because i take time to warm up to people in general.There are very few whom i connect with instantly and allow into my inner sanctum.i guard my privacy and solitude fiercely.i met a mother recently who effortlessly touched my heart.A soul who mesmerised me with such innocence and courage and who called me daughter.How does one respond to that?.i was stumped and at the same time humbled by such profound words said so genuinely.i dedicate the piece below to my new Mother...A precious,sweet soul in my life. Serene and sincere your beautiful face Nary a crease of complaint simply a smile to light my day Warmth emanates... Spreading all around filling me with love i'm enamoured Suprise etched on my face as you took me to your bosom Pure nameless joy... Tugged at my core Two souls... Two different worlds drawn together by the spirit To share a wonderful bond A mother... Whose...

In each of us resides an ugly beast capable of damage and destruction. A beast that can taunt, terrify and torture a fellow human being. A beast that can kill and feel no remorse, inflict pain and feel no guilt. This beast is asleep until awakened by reasons no one can tell with certainty. It could be uncontrollable anger, deep hatred or even perverse pleasure to see another suffer. These characteristics could be so deep seated and surface anytime or at any point in a person's life. What separates the person who lets the beast take control and someone who tames the beast?. Can the beast actually be controlled?. There are many ways to prevent the beast from taking hold and extract revenge or cause grievous harm of some kind. Support and understanding that are constant, consistent and communicative. Deep relaxation, release oneself from worries and unfounded fears. To believe and have hope to live. However, nothing is ever so straightforward. It is unfortunate that the beast so...

The quiet is deafening amidst the din all around A simmer about to sizzle fanning anew grudges long past Old scars start to throb... Anger bubbles forth Simple living replaced by suspicion and doubt intolerance and ignorance escalates Frustration and fears reign The craziness is suffocating Insane absurdity holds court i stand surrounded by falsity The heart rebels this injustice The mind rejects this vile atrocity Evil claims dominance whilst fairness fades away There is no place... A destructive plague such as this cannot slip into Wreaking havoc in its path Anger... Sadness... Incredulity... Becomes the order of the day spiraling free fall to damnation The beginning of an end... Has come to rob, rape and ruin Thoughts, ideals and beliefs challenged Total annihilation The fabric that binds has thinned... Hanging by a wisp so precarious Death of solidarity inevitable Incensed for what is to come... The malice,hatred and ugliness Devoid of compas...

i'm polite to everyone whether i know them or not personally and that's how it has been from the time my parents taught me good manners and i practise politeness. It's habitual and it's automatic. Times and people have changed...Continue to change at an alarming speed but not necessarily in the right direction. i don't have anything against change though being polite to everyone around me is getting difficult. i dislike being rude but it seems that some people are just not worthy of my politeness. They bring out the worst in me by saying the damnest things!. i'm emotional but also disciplined to have my temper in check, so i don't go around being nasty towards others because i'm having a bad day. i'm still polite. However, i find that being polite to a moron who thinks nothing of saying stupid things, loudly in public is a sheer waste of my time. i will not accord such a person, my good graces. Why be polite to a pathetic person who insists on bein...

With each beat my heart hears an ancient song A pining so strong The beats grow louder My soul stirs from slumber An age old call promising bliss like no other Mystical beats of the old pierces the layers i stand a naked being Absorbing each sound Sensous sensations fill every inch of my body i cannot breathe... i am swept into seductive dance My mind cannot reason My heart is seized held captive in bottomless bliss The trance like beats continue... Surrender i must to this nameless joy No measure, no meaning but to feel... This hypnotic magic penetrating my core My every pore pulsing vibrant and alive!