Live your lives

Live your Lives

It is time to start living your lives; and stop living your lies. 

I am perplexed by people’s acts of hate and animosity.  The act of conflict has no bases in rational behaviour and the measurement for it should be found in the early evolution of man and not in an enlightened age.  So are we still living in the dark ages?  Since you all want the same thing, love in your lives, perhaps you should start living your lives and stop living your lies.  Stop diminishing the love you all have got and lift it up to the highest point. You’ve touched the moon now reach for the stars, because in love all things are possible. When others are negative be positive, when others are damning be loving when they are hateful be compassionate. The burdens you carry are temporary, though for a time they weigh you down and often feel eternal; but the truth is, it is love that’s eternal though it often feels temporary.  People turn and say of me, that I am a dreamer; well of course I am.  I am after all the greatest of the creative genius’s far greater than Leonardo da Vinci or for that matter William Shakespeare and don’t let me forget to mention that I am greater than Archimedes; I know you doubt such a revelation.  Well maybe you’re right; perhaps I am just a great dreamer or fantasist.  And as I have said in the past but will now repeat are these words ‘what’s truly obvious to me but not apparent to you is that in a dog eat dog world everyone is made a cannibal’.  And so maybe you all prefer to be predators, roaring raging lions.  Myself I prefer a softer approach; I guess that’s why I’m considered such a lamb, being often thought of as weak, or a victim of other peoples hate, though I am sure they do not perceive their acts as hateful.  And why, because in an aggressive world I choose love and not hate. I choose compassion and not malice.  I choose the freedom to care and not be controlled by my personal fears.  So when you blow a hurricane, I prefer to be a soft summers’ breeze.  When you rage like a mighty volcano, I prefer to be a gentle rolling hill.  And when you choose division I choose unity.

I don’t really have time to consider what’s important for myself; because I choose not to be blind to how people, all people everywhere, except for an enlightened few, are truly confused about life.   Not really understanding that the most important thing in life is actually free.  Love.  

As you are now aware, for me to think such a thing must mean I am a fantasist, or creative genius, one of the two.  Anyway, I thought I would explain to you all exactly why you behave in the manner that you do. So I wrote the Theory of Diminished Social Behaviour and the Omnipresent Social Memory.  A new social theory for you.  I am sorry if it still needs a little tweeting, I mean tweaking, but that’s life I guess, you know, that’s just the way it is, and of course the oldest adage of all; if it was good enough for me; and so on and so forth.  Just hit the link at the top of this blog and you can then read and download it for free.

I believe in a different approach to others. So that when they choose hate, I choose love, and when they choose malice I choose compassion, and when they choose anger I choose kindness; and though I have seen people hate relentlessly, I will not give up my love. And why because the only thing I will not give strength to is hate.

Should you feel weak I will make you feel strong. When you feel downtrodden, I will raise you up, and when you feel alone, that you have no one left to turn to, I will turn to you. For those that have shed tears enough to fill oceans. I shall drain those oceans and fill them with love. I will love who I will love the Great and the Small because everyone is equal in love. I will use every arsenal at my disposal.  Love, Compassion, Tolerance and Understanding. I will never give up in my belief that people can change, that I can reach into their hearts and find love there and not hate.  That people can all love one another. I will seek out the resolute ‘I am’ in everyone, and see if they are willing to join me and say ‘I am a lover too.’ Wait a minute that must mean ‘I am a dreamer,’ did you say those words ‘I am’ and believe them just a little bit.  So have I finally got you to recognise that I am a creative genius? 

I guess that also means in the end dreams will out, or Love, depending on your interpretation or inspiration.  And the fantasist will have his say or not.  But then again you may be content to think that the things I do and will do may just be down to luck, or divine inspiration, or perhaps some of you might comfort yourselves by telling each other that I am incapable of creating something really profound; in which case when I am finally done; I will say the words that those people would hate to hear, especially after the hate in them has spent so many years and so much effort struggling against me, trying to diminish the love I feel; so when others come at me once more with hateful intention I shall turn and say ‘your hates too late, loves here to stay.’ 

So if you ignore the love within yourself and let negativity and hate spiral out of control, and you cling to hopelessness instead of hope; becoming blind to the truth, that the only thing that matters in life is that you love one another. It gives me the opportunity to come upon you in secret and whisper quietly in your ear, that, ‘loves here to stay,’ which means of course; ‘your hates too late.’

David xx

Adam David Papa-Adams (C) 2012 all rights reserved

What is Love?

What is Love?

Love that majesty of the divine can take many forms. You can place it in your hearts and your minds and give it power over all things. It is the great shield and guardian against the forces of hate and malice. Its beauty is its understanding and tolerance; its greatness is its wisdom and forgiveness. Many do not see the power they have and subsequently rebel against the love they have inside themselves being fearful that it might show them up for being weak. Love is not weakness it is strength unimagined.
To many love is a relationship between two partners, between parents and children between those that are nearest and dearest. It can take different forms manifesting itself in a love for even an object, a smell, a desire. It makes the inanimate seem real and the real seem inanimate. It can give distance to the living and life to the dead.
To some love is clean living, showing the world that they are right, decent, law abiding citizens whose cold testimony inflicts upon the less fortunate the harshest of judgments, and feel satisfied after they have done so, that they are blameless in their condemnation of others and that all punishments are well deserved. They do not understand that love is about mercy unless they require mercy for themselves, as they are like great storehouses of virtue and love who give to their own but are unwilling to share what they have got with those who are considered strangers and do not realise that in those storehouses something rotten festers; hypocrisy.
To others love is highly possessive and uncompromising; it shows itself in a selfish need to be recognised by those loved, so much so that people are caught in a web of seeking the approval of those loved by elevating and placing them on pedestals so that all wrong they do goes unrecognised and unnoticed. Such a love manifests itself not just in the individual but also in groups and even sections of communities, and religions.
So again the question is what is Love? And how does anyone explain what has never been understood. When the riots occurred in 2011, a certain group showed how they had reached their tipping point. People lost businesses and homes and those with the authority to act looked at what had occurred with the answer of condemnation and punishment. Even though this does not address the underlying problems of those of the weak, the vulnerable and the unfortunate. Those people that had committed such offences needed to be re-educated. Some people even statesmen believed that the hostility of such groups that participated in the riots were due to a few opportunists; such a simplistic view does not consider why such people become opportunistic.
Those that perpetrated the riots did so not because they believed the world owed them something but because they felt they owed the world for all the hate, malice and callousness they have been forced to swallow. The bitterness is culturally held in their memory over many decades. It is in their hearts and their homes, it might even be brought from other places and be passed down from generation to generation. The understanding of this takes empathy, courage and a wisdom that is slowly but guardedly being shown.
So again the question is what is love and how does one explain its great mystery. I wrote in my social theory how the weak and vulnerable prey on the weak and vulnerable and this was seen in the riots. In a recent blog I also wrote how the rich treated each other richly and the poor treated each other poorly; I spoke of the richness of spirit and how it spans all classes as does the poor of spirit. For callousness like love does not know borders or bow to class.
That is why true understanding and education is necessary. People need to be taught empathy; the way to do that is through example and instruction. People learn by association and by things they are already sympathetic to, that is how they may be taught.

Ask yourself who or what do you Love? And then ask yourselves is that love or is it something else?

Adam David Papa-Adams (C) 2012 all rights reserved 

An Angels Voice for Louise
I am There

Don't despair for I am there

From every corner of your room

From distant sun to distant moon

When times of trouble come to soon

I am there

And in every cavern deep

In dreams when little children sleep

And all the secrets that you keep

I am there

And when ever you feel alone

Or feel that you can't turn home

Thinking that you are on your own

I am there

From covered mountains that touch the sky

To places where only eagles fly

To every question where you ask why?

I am there

And I don't mean to trivialise

And look upon you with selfish eyes

Or come to you in some hidden guise

When saying I am there

And though stories mention me

And I am beyond what mortal man can see

And though you believe with difficulty

I am there

And in this world of material labels

Where I am spoken of only in fables

To believe in love is to believe in Angels

So don't despair Louise for I am there

 

The Poet David Papa-Adams © 2008 all rights reserved　

　

　

A Love without Condition

What is Love without Conditions

It is floating without a hoist

Watching parents of a new born baby rejoice

It is a hope without an end

A candles flame that will not descend

It is a breath of sweet innocence

It is a time that does not pass

A moment of magic that will last

It is all the positive energy in the world

It is every truth that love can build

It will keep you secure

It is a love that will endure

It is a faith that cannot be seen

The fulfilment of every dream

It is being interned whilst being free

A tsunami of sweet liberty

It is all the hot summers there have been

Every blue sky you have ever seen

It is the cure for every ill

The ultimate adrenalin thrill

It is all the wisdom that can be found

It is a spell that will astound

It is a heavenly belief

It is loves great relief

It is the acceptance of being fulfilled

It is a beauty never to be concealed

It is the stars that light up the night

It makes the sun burn so bright

It is a love freely given

And not by expectations driven

It is the being of your soul

And in life it is the ultimate goal

Adam David Papa-Adams © 2008 all rights reserved　

　

Thank you Jesus

I saw Heavens Kingdom

And found Jesus there

He said brotherly love

Is what made you care

And those desperate trials

That brought deep despair

Are gone here in heaven

Where everyone does care

He said

When you stood alone

I always stood there

So now forget the trials

And the burdens you bear

For here in heaven

No one stands alone

We are all at peace

In our one true home

And the loves lost

That passed far away

Never suffer winters frost

Or have a bad day

You'll find them all here

And others that you know

So do not shed a tear

For the places people go

The Poet David Papa-Adams © 2011 all rights reserved

Age of a lesser man

Age of a lesser man

What happened to those yesterdays that held so much promise. They were filled with struggles and trials that I was unprepared for. I remember when I was younger wondering what tomorrow would bring not knowing that I could take control of it rather than let it drive me down avenues I despised. My worries then seem distant now so much so that that time could be a thousand years ago; and if I met that man would I now be able to help him when he seems more detached than ever from this life.

The past now seems so long ago that I am only left with faded memories and I must ask myself was that a freer time or were those just innocent years. I remember that I never reacted when people tore at me but held all in. I was not one to indulge other peoples needs of shaming others so that they would appear a better person in front of them, instead I stood by breathing in the toxic vapour that they were spewing forth as if it were life giving oxygen. And when people beat me down either verbally or physically I believed it was deserved because I had been told so and when they hated me I believed that was deserved, again because I was told it was deserved; being convinced through years of abuse that I must have done something to initiate such offences when truly the lie was theirs and the belief in the lie belonged to so many thoughtless others, as people often would repeat old fables to justify their inaction or their unconcern for another persons emotions by saying such things as ’it takes two to tango’ meaning somewhere along the line I must also be at fault or they would say ‘you must have done something wrong’ when I had done nothing to deserve such malice; or they would tell me that their malice was a joke and if I was upset by what was said then the fault was mine for not understanding the humour of what was said. And if my complaints to the abuses suffered grew too tiring I would then be told to ‘get a grip’ or to ‘get over it’ or I was told to just ‘be quiet’ that ‘no one cares’, these words would often be thrown at me by people who were the first to complain when less acts of abuse occurred to them; such is the narrow view of this world as people are more than willing to devour others with their words and actions but when they have a reaction, these people often behave as though they are the injured party as though they are the victim. Again such behaviour shows how people centre on themselves and have a lack of empathy for others. It is no wonder that I closed myself off from others or the world that does so much to hate and be angry at others. And over time I lost so many I loved when I realised they did not love me. Those that were family who have over decades attacked me, those that I had thought as friends who had chosen a malicious route to my heart. And as the years passed realisation grew that people really did not consider me an equal or even any other person that they did not have a close personal relationship with. As the things people wanted for themselves were often different to the toxic waste they fed others.

All these people were unknowing of love or its hope; preferring to take hope from others, draining it away as though their lives depended on it, and like leeches they would try to suck the vivacity of life from others; believing in a ‘Dog eat Dog world’ that to them was very real, even though I would inform them that such a world makes everyone a cannibal. You see we are all meant to make each other strong instead of weak, and I observed that after people are made weak they are often blamed for the things they do as a consequence of their weakness, and is that not the way with the world. So hateful is the callous heart that it strives relentlessly to conquer and subdue. People will say and do things of a hateful nature and in their thoughtless calculating manner not care about the harm they do as long as they come to no harm themselves. I feel the sadness of this is that such a lack of empathy shows an increased sense of insecurity; a need on their part to be valued and yet the acts they perpetrate have no value.

All those whether they are an individual or even a state if they have to intimidate oppress or undermine another are behaving in a manner that shows how they cannot cope with their own issues and burdens and instead cast them around at those nearest to them with the same effect as someone hurling stones in a glass house. Not realising that they will in the end be the architects of their own downfall, as people or states like these do not have friends just accomplices who may be bought and sold depending on what is on offer; for such is the pragmatism and cynicism of this world.

Who mourns the Angelos?

When I die do not cover me with comforting words
Do not speak kindly of wasted youth or fettered love
Do not speak softly of harsher times felt
Make instead a trumpet call to passions dead
To wilted flowers lying over sunken bed
And have an honest tongue and say
We punished as it was right to punish
We hated as it was right to hate
We marked and stained as it was right to do so
Knowing that scars do not fade
For they are the reminders of acts played
But still dare you blame the dead
For their lack of life and withered passions
For the cold condemning testimony that endures
For voices unheard and the unspoken word 
When ends their sufferance to hate
The trials and battles fought against fate
And what is left but the reminder of bitter age
Traced across charcoaled page
And then remember this epitaph
What does not live
Can neither love nor forgive

Adam David Papa-Adams © 2012 all rights reserved

For the cold condemning testimony that endures

I Have a Voice

I have a Voice

            I have a question for you, which is, do you have a voice? It appears on the surface to be something strange to ask but I ask such a thing as most people think they have one and yet seldom use the power they have to truly make themselves heard.  Some speak like a clanging bell others like clacking chickens who think they are being heard when really they are only being observed.

There are those who are too afraid to speak up or speak out, and in dark corners such people whisper to each other, fuel their own fears about the way they are treated, and behave as though they are children afraid of the dark. 

Then there are those who having been confused by life’s hardships are unable to express themselves, losing in the turmoil of their minds all clarity of thought and in not knowing how to talk let their anger rage at all that pass them by, forcing those that can hear to become closed off to their protestations, and so their story which might be so desperately told in the end falls on deaf ears. 

And the poorest of us could have riches beyond imagining if we could but tell our tale in a manner that moves others hearts so that even the most ardent opponent is willing to strain to listen to what is being said.  My heart goes out to all those that have a voice whose cries remain unheard.  They struggle in the dark of being unrecognised and when they shout so that people might hear their anguish they are often misjudged.  For people make themselves known in many different ways.  They may take to the streets and riot out of desperation and naturally be rebuked for doing so; they may occupy lands that are not their own, they may protest in their thousands or lie homeless and forgotten on streets that have no name hoping beyond hope that their voices may be heard. 

They may take to social networks and spread their word through so many means still such words may fall on the deaf, the dumb and the blind those that are unwilling to hear, speak of, or see other peoples sufferings that are not their own.  And why does this happen when all are equal and deserving of compassion and love.  Could it be because people deny to others what they would have for themselves?  Preferring to keep to the comfortable norm of Judging others first and in so doing condemn and punish them whether they are in error or not, showing once more how those that live in the dark judge others for being blind when they are blind themselves and so continues unabated the cycle of pain and hurt. 

So the question remains do you have a voice and are you willing to break the cycle of pain and hurt? If so then do not be critical towards others but understanding, do not punish but heal do not hate but love.  All this can be accomplished by listening and acting in a compassionate manner with the realisation that all people no matter where they are from carry burdens, the weight of which can sometimes bear down on them in such a way that they act foolishly.  Try not to be taken in by societies inexplicable attitude of zero tolerance, the only states that were advocates of such a thing were Hitler’s Nazi Germany and Stalin’s Soviet Union and none surely want that again. 

Instead since we all connected inspire others and by doing so you will have inspired yourself remembering that we are all the same beneath the sun and are deserving of encouragement and not embitterment.  We all stare up at the same moon, gaze in awe at the stars, gasp at natures beauty and its magnificence; adore to be loved.  In these days of malice and wanton violence, of wars and earthquakes, of famines and tsunamis, of hurricanes and erupting volcanoes, one thing is constant; that through the darkness of these times is the light of love, it burns brighter than a supernova, more constant than an unmoving mountainous range, as eternal as time, and as unwavering as the vastness of space.  It is for this reason that Love conquers all even the most ardent of tyrants must yield to its spell.  Love that most sort after and precious jewel, that most unifying agent that cries out to be heard, that unwavering flame that cannot be diminished, that light of lights that has so often lived beneath the veil of peoples despairs calls out to be unchained, so the question remains for it to be unleashed, means you must be a willing listener to other people’s concerns.   

            For all the weeping and the oceans of tears, for all the lamentation and tribulation, for all the sorrow and tortured minds that are filled with hopelessness there is a great love waiting for you.  For all the expense that sorrow brings, for all the hardship and despair there is love.  Love the strongest of hopes is free, it has no barrier it does not reside in dark places, hide in cave dwellings, keep to itself, but brings joy to all those that are willing to accept it.  Love is not selfish it does not know the meaning of strange or stranger accepting all as equal in life no matter where they may be from; no matter at what age you may be at, for love is not hindered by time that is why it is eternal that is why it is possible to have love for whomever whenever wherever.  So speak up for Love, speak up for compassion, speak up for tolerance and understanding, for these are the things of great value and do not judge condemn or punish one another for these things are given away cheaply for they are easy to do, being driven by anger, fear and ignorance.  If you wish to give anything away cheaply then make it love; do not do what others do and hoard it miserly in the deepest recesses of your hearts as that is not what love is about, it is not meant to be shunned and driven back but nurtured and spoken of to all; believed in by all.  Do not rebel against the love in your hearts because society tells you to.  And if people speak out against you for having love remember yours is the salvation theirs is the darkness, and after finding the light there can be no turning back, no return to the old ways of seeing yourself in a singular selfish life you will discover that you are not alone that your life no matter how burdened you think it is; is shared by many willing followers of love.  You cease to become just a member of a social network, but instead you become the interlinked all engaging social fellowship of love and when you do that, that is when you will realise that you have a voice.             

Adam David Papa-Adams © 2012 all rights reserved

Surely it's Fred

It’s Fred

Chris Huhne spoke too soon
His wife spoke too late
But did either make a point
When we wonder at their fate

He says he didn’t drive that car
It was his wife instead
But may be it was neither
It was a ghost named Fred

For Fred does get around
I’ve heard his name before
He is blamed for everything
From the wind to a slamming door

And who knows the truth
Of whose been misled
Could it be Chris Huhne
Or that ghost named Fred

It seems a strange reckoning
For telling the odd untruth
A lifetime reflecting beckoning
For a wrongly worded proof

Perhaps it’s better served
If justice has been deserted
If in the Stocks he’s preserved
Then justice won’t feel perverted
　
So who really cares
About 3 points or not
Or M.P.s affairs
They don’t matter a jot
 

And what of Harry’s game
Of cheating the public purse
It must be Fred again
He is a bloody curse

What’s really of concern
Is our public health
And if there's a return
On our misspent wealth

And an end to wars
That drain the public coffers
Or Acts dispensing laws
That put on us the mockers

And if things get tardy
Perhaps they’ll just blame
Some innocent third party
It's that Ghost again

Adam David Papa-Adams © 2012 all rights reserved

Good To Go?

Good to go?

Am I really good to go?

This the only end I know?

There’s a monument of stone

You are never left alone

The words in loving memory

Suggest some pious sanctity

People lie side by side

Such company when you’ve died

Someone really cares for you

Relationships are built anew

And don’t speak ill of the dead

When they lie in sunken bed

Surely it’s only when they live

Those harsher words you must give

But death deserves such finery

And loved ones given sympathy

I am sorry for your loss

Was he really a good boss?

And others say are you alright

At least he died in the night

So good that you came

Spoke with some sweet refrain

He would admire what’s said

If only he were not dead

But the dead deserve some grace

So I should get off their case

And let them all sleep in peace

While relatives chase what they can fleece

So I guess it must be said

When you’re all good and dead

It is the only time you’ll hear

Good words spoken in your ear

　

　

And yet I know the reason why

Good things come to those that die

After death you threaten not

Things in life others have got

For intolerance chases all

Makes acts unknowingly cruel

And jealousy and hurtful pride

Are left behind when you’ve died

What a shame it ends that way

With empty words left to stay

Surely it’s much better served

If in life you had a caring word

And all those that say I’m wrong

Don’t praise or make them strong

For they keep Love to themselves

And deserve the darkness where it dwells

The Poet David Papa-Adams © 2011 All rights reserved