Posted tagged ‘Realisation’

Shine

July 28, 2012

My name rings out with every step

Yet my lips are closed and my smile reigns

I glow with a brilliance delivered to the world with every step,

Yet words are unspoken,

My eyes show you a world of revealed mystery

In silence that holds you close,

For I know who I am,

I am adorned with my dreams and my drive,

My flag, my raised standard, waving in the still breeze, my skin,

And I will turn to attention for nothing less than my name being announced,

With pride, passion and honour,

For that i will arise and enter into your world,

Until then I am alive and ablaze in a world where I know my worth,

My name, my soul, my heart, my heritage,

My history, my family, my hopes, my passion,

I shine with the knowledge of who I am,

That is what you see when you are arrested by the power of my spirit as I pass you,

As you see me,

Mention me in conversation,

Read my heart in black and white,

Hear soul sweet melodies floating from my fingers,

Simply because I know the power of knowing who I am,

I shine

Advertisements

Would you stand for it?

July 28, 2012

 

(A Lil tardy – sorry)

Today I saw something that really touched me – it was so powerful in its message that I am a bit shocked that the major aspect was missed by so many in the media and in society in general.  What am I talking about?? London 2012 Flag-gate of course.

There were or are many aspects to this story however what touched me was the passion and unmovable connection between each official, coach and player of the North Korean team and their Identity under their national flag. I am North Korean! That’s what their actions screamed – not disrespecting any other nation but they know who they are.

In this time of such pressures socially and economically do you know, beyond all doubt, who you are?

If someone asked your friend, parent, boss, colleague, partner, child etc  “Who is (Your name here)?”, would they give a similar answer to you?

So early on in these Olympic Games I have been reminded of the importance of making a stand for identity. Not in a ‘throw your toys out of the pram’ way but in a way that evokes all those around you to stand up and respect  your identity and why it means so much to you.

I don’t think too much more needs to be said, I am asking myself who am I and what will I stand for – i ask you the same question.

I am Simon Bucknor and I know who I am!

 

C U Soon

Growth is Key

December 6, 2011

Branching  out is something that is on my mind right now, in so many ways.

The truth behind the words

Branching Out is not just about taking over..

Branching out (or Reaching out or whatever term you prefer to use) in terms of growing and diversifying, in terms of using ‘I Release Me’ to do just that and not just poetry verse, in terms of enlarge my territory, in terms of my diet ventures, in terms of all I am and everything I am doing.

It is going to be a very interesting period as it seems in this very moment, the majority of the western democratic world is attempting to do the same thing…No not branching out, but tightening their belts and reaching out a whole let less. When, in my humble view, that’s the worst thing we could do. It makes total sense to me that actions made in fear, because of fear, dripping in fear like a soggy oil lade banana fritter from a grimy Chinese restaurant are FLAWED like a cheap diamond!

My current hope is that we can begin see just a little more reaching out in every community across society – from London to L.A, From Milton Keynes to Marrakech, from those who can have the ability to really reach out with purpose, with powerful and enduring arms and hearts that can bring about impacting outcomes. And really show how  what I consider to be an unerring fact ……. true humanity is point-blank un-defeatable, not by inept politicians, not by economic or emotional depression, not by a credit-crunch and definitely not by the fear of lack or a fear of what tomorrow may bring.

Growth is Key, TRUE – It is also true that to grow, we must Reach Out. I know there is a season for everything, a time for every action to take place, I just hope that especially as the holiday season draws in, we can see a little more Reaching Out by all – from prince to pauper because it doesn’t take much and has nothing to do with finance. Smile at a stranger and then do the unthinkable…talk to them for 10 seconds – say anything, Check on someone you know needs checking on, call your friend and let them know you were thinking of them, End a feud with a colleague, bring to an end a relationship that just isn’t working (don’t blame anyone, even if they deserve it), be honest with yourself and talk to someone about how often you cry in the dark – Do anything that  grows your world because GROWTH IS KEY.

My reaching out is a simple as this – I am going to write something about my thought, just to release it so it can be as powerful as it desires to be. I Release Me and hope that it encourages someone to do something, to release a little of themselves – Reach Out.

Simon D. Bucknor

Before the Rainbow

July 15, 2010

It’s raining,

And I have become one with the grime that splashes

as the filthy sky-juice mixes with the dirt that lays on the streets that I walk

Every day.

The more it rains,

The grimier I become,

The more of me that is taken over by the sky-juice /dirt mix,

The more of me I lose to the streets that I walk

Every day,

The less me I become.

And as it rains,

And the skies spit down in jest,

Lightning shining over and over again,

Glorifying my decay

Like a thorny crown resting on my new lox

Causing blood and sweat to drip from my temple,

As thunder strikes out bringing screams from mouths,

I feel myself eroding,

Becoming less me each day,

Until all I remain to be is that mix…

…,

…,

…,

…The dirt of the streets that I walk every day and the filthy sky-juice that fell and created me as grime

And slowly washed me away

Into sewers and blocked drains.

Unrecognizable now,

It’s raining

And I have become one with the grime that lays on the streets I walk

Every day.

No longer me,

No longer human,

No longer reachable

Not by friend nor foe,

Not by Mrs Love or Mistress Lust

Even Dr Anger must wait at Lucifer’s right hand being stroked and held back,

So forgive me if I don’t answer when you call me by my name,

‘Cos I am no longer here.

© Simon D Bucknor

Staring Out To Sea

February 25, 2010

I exist on an island,

Standing on the shore staring out to sea.

My gaze yearns to excite,

With the sight of an exit in which my heart’s hopes can believe.

Who can I run to?

Where can I turn?

Who can withstand the heat?

Feels like my attempts cause all bridges to spontaneously burn.

Where can I go,

To get what I need?

How can I fool my tongue,

So it’s unparalleled power it believes?

Where can I be heard?

Where can I be helped?

Who can I really run to?

‘Cos my story I’m desperate to tell.

Whose ears work the best?

Who’s linked their ears to a caring heart?

Where can I go to mend myself?

Can I battle the feeling that it’s too late to start?

I’ve tried so many times,

I reach out but see only my own hand

Who’s going to be there to meet me?

When I step off my insular island

I cannot continue to try and fail,

To speak into ears that don’t show they hear,

To reach out and find that still no one’s there,

Increasingly feeling that no one truly cares.

But I will remain set on my question mark and be led by my eyes,

Their movement I feel within me and without, they’re still searching,

My heart and head redundant, tired, spent

Somewhere there must be a place where my hurt can find the beginning of its end.

When I find that person, when I find that place,

When I find that moment, that feeling, that no pain can chase away,

This Island that I stand on the shore of will be an immediate fading memory,

And I will raise my sails, ride the waves and enjoy the prevailing winds of change.

© Simon Bucknor

Short Phrases

February 18, 2010

Yesterday was a day of thoughts,
And many thoughts were born yesterday,
I spent hours walking and listening,
Being nosey,
Finely tuned in to the lives of others,
Or at least the lives that others speak about,
Just listening,
Walking and trying to be invisible.

I heard many many words
It seemed that so many people
Had so much to say
With no one to listen to their rants,
Their cries,
Their needs, hopes and dreams,
Every mind had its own dissertation on life,

What hit me hardest,
And has stayed with me,
Just beneath my skin
Causing irritation
However slight, it is irritation,
That I cannot shake off,
Was that the fullness of emotion,
The aches of heart and soul and midnight dreams
Could so easily be summed up
In the shortest of phrases.

In these short phrases I found the truth of the situation.
In these shortest phrases I found the tears and the smiles,
It was in these shortest phrases I found the reason for their speech.
The phrases started with ‘I’
And ended with an action,
Whether it was a frown,
A gasp,

A sudden pushing out of the air that builds up in us

When we become frustrated,

No matter what it was,

There was an action that said “It’s ok, enough words have been said.”

And in between the ‘I’ and the action of release,
Was the problem at its simplest.

In these short phrases people spoke of emotions,
Of hurt,
Of joy,
Of pleasures,
Of depression,
Of failures and unmet expectations,
But I was hit by the shortness of theses phrases
Yet they were the most powerful.

So I am now thinking of what my short phrase would be,

To end this explanation of my yesterday,

And the thoughts that yesterday parented.
I have heard the power of short phrases,
And as I find myself involuntarily nodding my head in agreement with these words,
I realise that my phrase is already complete,
And no more words need to be said.

© Simon D. Bucknor

2010