I come here to find you, not you who shall hold me prisoner to your designs of love but you who know love is just a word for a box of treasures that are different each time you take a look inside. I come to find you who understands that love is not a deed of ownership but a deeper journey shared between souls. I seek not love, but a connection like tectonic plates finally coming back together to reunite an entire continent.
I seek a woman who has no need for love yet chooses to be a part of its journey, allowing me to love and worship by my own heart and not be held accountable by the expectations of your own. I seek a woman who will love to not fill an empty void inside her but to expand the space around her. I seek a woman who will love not in fear of being alone but in confidence of the gifts she has to share. I am looking for the one who shall let me love her for who she is and can be, not freeze each other in time because we fear change. One who shall dance upon the moment and not stand to dwell on what might be lost in the next.
I seek a woman who understands the need a soul has from freedom, expression and growth. The field of life must always be open and unguarded. Fences and borders turn a friend into a slave and a relationship into a hostage negotiation. I seek a women who throws stereotype to the starving, choosing instead to live by the awareness that the understanding and acceptance of individuality is the antidote for the few contaminated souls that scar a sex, race, culture, faith and humanity.
I seek a woman who shall not condemn me for speaking softly should you tumble through thorns or for speaking harshly should you bathe in clouds. I seek you who shall be comfortable being wrong even when you are right, safe in the knowledge that truth is relative to the believers journey. I seek a woman who understands my pain before I do and shall catch my tears before they hit the ground. I seek a women who will let me cry on their behalf but is willing to carry the pain equally. For we should be two individuals as one, separate in existence but together in time. Living and growing through the combined experience of our souls and always encouraging growth.
Please let these words flow through the reservoir of humanity to the ocean that I must believe exists in the heart of you. I must believe that you are out there, longing for me as i long for you. So with every breach of my heart I must retain faith that it was just a damn blocking the flow to you. So release the waters and let them carry me to you, through their rapids and falls I shall tumble until I land in your embrace. I will find you, I will find you.
Friday 10 June 2011
Thursday 26 May 2011
Songs 'Missing you' and 'Wasting time'
I am about to undergo a new project which includes putting music to some of my songs, these are first two for the experiment,
'Missing You'
The stars are shining so bright
Shining down upon me
Like your eyes used to do
Oh I miss you baby
I Can feel the cold night
Wrapping around me
Like your arms used to do
Oh I miss you babe
Oh I miss you
And all the things we used to do
And I miss us babe
Dont wanna find nobody new
Cos I's still miss ya babe
I can feel the the sun rise
Warming my soul
like your kiss used to do
Oh I miss you babe
I can feel such empty space
Where your love used to surround me
Oh I miss you baby
[CHORUS]
Copyright, Human Voice 2011.
'WASTING TIME'
We’re just wasting time
And I’m pretty pleased about it
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I like wasting time with you
Oh baby I love wasting time with you
You got such a beautiful face
You got such a beautiful smile
You got such a beautiful soul
Damn girl, you got so much beauty go'in on
Don’t care if we’re just wasting time
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I like wasting time with you
Hell I’d like to waste my life with you
I know you got a man back home
I do feel guilty about it
I know this heart won’t forgive me
If we don’t waste some time
We’re just wasting time
And I’m pretty pleased about it
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I love wasting time with you
Oh baby I love wasting time with you
Hell I’d love to waste time you
Oh girl I love wasting time with you
Come on girl waste my life away
Ain’t got nothing better to do
So come on lets waste some time
Copyright, Human Voice 2011.
'Missing You'
The stars are shining so bright
Shining down upon me
Like your eyes used to do
Oh I miss you baby
I Can feel the cold night
Wrapping around me
Like your arms used to do
Oh I miss you babe
Oh I miss you
And all the things we used to do
And I miss us babe
Dont wanna find nobody new
Cos I's still miss ya babe
I can feel the the sun rise
Warming my soul
like your kiss used to do
Oh I miss you babe
I can feel such empty space
Where your love used to surround me
Oh I miss you baby
[CHORUS]
Copyright, Human Voice 2011.
'WASTING TIME'
We’re just wasting time
And I’m pretty pleased about it
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I like wasting time with you
Oh baby I love wasting time with you
You got such a beautiful face
You got such a beautiful smile
You got such a beautiful soul
Damn girl, you got so much beauty go'in on
Don’t care if we’re just wasting time
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I like wasting time with you
Hell I’d like to waste my life with you
I know you got a man back home
I do feel guilty about it
I know this heart won’t forgive me
If we don’t waste some time
We’re just wasting time
And I’m pretty pleased about it
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I love wasting time with you
Oh baby I love wasting time with you
Hell I’d love to waste time you
Oh girl I love wasting time with you
Come on girl waste my life away
Ain’t got nothing better to do
So come on lets waste some time
Copyright, Human Voice 2011.
Friday 20 May 2011
World peace.
I have every sympathy for the Jewish state of Israel, but if we are going to grant land to religious faiths lets give England back to the pagans, then the rest of us who are forced outside its borders might understand the Palestinians plight. As you give your speech today Obama remember that Americas government are occupying foreign territory, going to give America back to the Native Americans are you? When will we learn that as humans we share a masive home, called earth why shelter behind walls and cower in fear of differance.
World borders are nothing but paddocks, we graze like sheep in our governments field. Keep standing up for what you believe in because truth spreads like a forrest fire. Lets tear down these walls of denial and learn to read each others souls and live in peace, instead of reading religous texts and defending our inherited faiths with blood and ignorance.
Mark Anthony Games 20/05/11
NO BORDERS
This is my earth
I inherited it upon my birth
So no person holds the right to place borders
Then to tell me where I can and cannot go
Freedom of speech dissolved because the truth is variant
Feel free to say what you want,
Unless you are going to say something that may offend
Freedom of movement dependant on a birth place lottery
When did we exchange freedom for immunity of blame?
Handing our power to an elected few who's lives are lived by others
Society now blindly following behind, free from any responsibility
Grazing inside borders like sheep in their masters paddock
Inheriting a massive world upon birth
Yet forced to stand still or become an immigrant
Yet we do not own this land, who are we to direct the flow
Self imposed prisons through crimes of intolerance and ignorance
Look at the masses, our heads and eyes hung down
Nothing I can do, it’s this world that’s to blame
Yet now we are learning that one voice can create a million echoes
And truth spreads like a forest fire
The eradication of borders would bring utopia so close
Humanity is too immature though to ever take this step
We are still too focused on the pursuit of self-gain and preservation
Too damn ignorant to the larger impact of our bodies and voice
This is the peoples earth
Stolen away from us by our fears and selfishness
Our beautiful wings of life
Clipped by the very people whom we made our masters
We had been given hearing, we chose not to listen
We had been given sight, we chose to close our eyes
We had been given consciousness, we chose denial
We had been given life, we chose existence
Borders and Governments bring about the wars we suffer
Intolerant to difference, understanding and sharing
Too many following a religion that tells them what to believe
No thought for self creation
We are a kept society
Fed plump on lies and disinformation
This was our earth
And now we are struggling to simply afford the rent
ã Mark Anthony Games / The Diary Of A Broken Child. 1997-2007. All Rights Reservedâ
.
World borders are nothing but paddocks, we graze like sheep in our governments field. Keep standing up for what you believe in because truth spreads like a forrest fire. Lets tear down these walls of denial and learn to read each others souls and live in peace, instead of reading religous texts and defending our inherited faiths with blood and ignorance.
Mark Anthony Games 20/05/11
NO BORDERS
This is my earth
I inherited it upon my birth
So no person holds the right to place borders
Then to tell me where I can and cannot go
Freedom of speech dissolved because the truth is variant
Feel free to say what you want,
Unless you are going to say something that may offend
Freedom of movement dependant on a birth place lottery
When did we exchange freedom for immunity of blame?
Handing our power to an elected few who's lives are lived by others
Society now blindly following behind, free from any responsibility
Grazing inside borders like sheep in their masters paddock
Inheriting a massive world upon birth
Yet forced to stand still or become an immigrant
Yet we do not own this land, who are we to direct the flow
Self imposed prisons through crimes of intolerance and ignorance
Look at the masses, our heads and eyes hung down
Nothing I can do, it’s this world that’s to blame
Yet now we are learning that one voice can create a million echoes
And truth spreads like a forest fire
The eradication of borders would bring utopia so close
Humanity is too immature though to ever take this step
We are still too focused on the pursuit of self-gain and preservation
Too damn ignorant to the larger impact of our bodies and voice
This is the peoples earth
Stolen away from us by our fears and selfishness
Our beautiful wings of life
Clipped by the very people whom we made our masters
We had been given hearing, we chose not to listen
We had been given sight, we chose to close our eyes
We had been given consciousness, we chose denial
We had been given life, we chose existence
Borders and Governments bring about the wars we suffer
Intolerant to difference, understanding and sharing
Too many following a religion that tells them what to believe
No thought for self creation
We are a kept society
Fed plump on lies and disinformation
This was our earth
And now we are struggling to simply afford the rent
ã Mark Anthony Games / The Diary Of A Broken Child. 1997-2007. All Rights Reservedâ
.
Tuesday 12 April 2011
Dear Friend
A smile, just your smile
Penetrates deep into my soul
and destroys the negativity in me
that always pulls my smile down
A laugh, just a laugh
Resonates deep into the empty chasm of my soul
It echoes so very loud and fills me
This allows me to love you my friend
Your smile, your laugh
Is always there when I need someone
And your always there ready to be my someone
I could never wish for a better friend
A friend, just a friend
No, so much more than a friend
Our souls speak without words
Your my guide, my council, my guardian angel
Honoured, just honoured
Just to know you is an honour
Yet I am able to call you my friend
And for this I am truly blessed
Copyright 2005, the Human Voice
.
Penetrates deep into my soul
and destroys the negativity in me
that always pulls my smile down
A laugh, just a laugh
Resonates deep into the empty chasm of my soul
It echoes so very loud and fills me
This allows me to love you my friend
Your smile, your laugh
Is always there when I need someone
And your always there ready to be my someone
I could never wish for a better friend
A friend, just a friend
No, so much more than a friend
Our souls speak without words
Your my guide, my council, my guardian angel
Honoured, just honoured
Just to know you is an honour
Yet I am able to call you my friend
And for this I am truly blessed
Copyright 2005, the Human Voice
.
Wednesday 23 February 2011
THE BEGGERS PLEA
There is no humanity in a life lived at waist height. You think I am homeless because I am a drug addict; I am a drug addict because I am homeless. How else should I suffer the shame and ridicule projected on to my soul by the eyes of those who cannot even afford a smile, let alone their spare change. You don’t even look at me as you close your senses and build an image of my failures in your mind. How dare you make up your mind about me, I have spent my entire life asking questions and I still have no idea who I am. I am the shinning sun obscured by clouds, I am the child’s laugh muffled by the hand of society. I am a different species every single day. I could learn and evolve with every blink of my eyes if I were allowed to see. How dare you make your mind about me and then freeze me in time.
Your drug is possessions; it gives you distractions from the noise of the meaninglessness in your life. Mine; well it takes my pain away as I sit slumped, defeated and discarded in my door way bed, being reminded every day that there is no humanity in a life lived at waist height.
Would you still be so quick to judge if you were to walk in, well, what is left of my shoes. Could you take the utter fear that engulfs every time your stomach rumbles, because you know you only have two choices. You can head out into the mine field of emotions and insults as you beg for the right to eat knowing you will only end up at your second choice, pulling out discarded food from bins.The line is thin between you and I, that‘s why you cannot stand to look upon me. All it takes is one wrong turn, one bad choice. We are all just an echo of the people around us, keeping the sounds of comfort alive. When that echo fades your just an empty canyon that souls end up walking around to avoid joining you at the bottom.
Why should you look at me, what have I done to deserve your compassion. I am sorry for letting my despair disturb your day as you walk like a penguin to stop your spare change rattling. So on behalf of the fallen and the falling let me apologise to you for turning your streets into muddy fields. I guess people like me deserve to be where we are, after all we could just go get a job. I left it too late to ask for help and now I can’t get it. Your desperation is close to mine if you are such a slave to your last penny. You know your soul is dry and sparks fly when two souls rub together and you’re scared of catching fire. Well I have crashed and burned but every time you finger down the declining decimals of your currency you’re counting down to your own combustion. Very soon you will see for yourself, there is no humanity in a life lived at waist height.
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2010. All Rights Reserved
Your drug is possessions; it gives you distractions from the noise of the meaninglessness in your life. Mine; well it takes my pain away as I sit slumped, defeated and discarded in my door way bed, being reminded every day that there is no humanity in a life lived at waist height.
Would you still be so quick to judge if you were to walk in, well, what is left of my shoes. Could you take the utter fear that engulfs every time your stomach rumbles, because you know you only have two choices. You can head out into the mine field of emotions and insults as you beg for the right to eat knowing you will only end up at your second choice, pulling out discarded food from bins.The line is thin between you and I, that‘s why you cannot stand to look upon me. All it takes is one wrong turn, one bad choice. We are all just an echo of the people around us, keeping the sounds of comfort alive. When that echo fades your just an empty canyon that souls end up walking around to avoid joining you at the bottom.
Why should you look at me, what have I done to deserve your compassion. I am sorry for letting my despair disturb your day as you walk like a penguin to stop your spare change rattling. So on behalf of the fallen and the falling let me apologise to you for turning your streets into muddy fields. I guess people like me deserve to be where we are, after all we could just go get a job. I left it too late to ask for help and now I can’t get it. Your desperation is close to mine if you are such a slave to your last penny. You know your soul is dry and sparks fly when two souls rub together and you’re scared of catching fire. Well I have crashed and burned but every time you finger down the declining decimals of your currency you’re counting down to your own combustion. Very soon you will see for yourself, there is no humanity in a life lived at waist height.
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2010. All Rights Reserved
Thursday 17 February 2011
DEARLY DEPARTED
In the harsh hours
Through the darkest days
You realise nothing really matters
But the arm around your shoulder
The hand holding yours so tight
So in the fear of coldness
And the denial of depth
You come to see and find
There is no one there
No echo to the cry of your soul
For if there is no truth
No commitment, no cause
You find it all gets pushed away
No one can love a lie
And a heart of stone can never absorb
So I am so very sorry
I just want you to know that
For nothing really matters now
Without your love in my soul
Without a place to belong
If you had only blessed me
I would have walked so close beside you
You did not break my heart
You slowly tore it to pieces
Like petals off a wishing flower
So now all we dared dream and hope
Drifts on the breeze with the fragments of our remains
Now we are both alone again
Longing for the kind of soul
We just allowed to slip away
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2010. All Rights Reserved
Through the darkest days
You realise nothing really matters
But the arm around your shoulder
The hand holding yours so tight
So in the fear of coldness
And the denial of depth
You come to see and find
There is no one there
No echo to the cry of your soul
For if there is no truth
No commitment, no cause
You find it all gets pushed away
No one can love a lie
And a heart of stone can never absorb
So I am so very sorry
I just want you to know that
For nothing really matters now
Without your love in my soul
Without a place to belong
If you had only blessed me
I would have walked so close beside you
You did not break my heart
You slowly tore it to pieces
Like petals off a wishing flower
So now all we dared dream and hope
Drifts on the breeze with the fragments of our remains
Now we are both alone again
Longing for the kind of soul
We just allowed to slip away
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2010. All Rights Reserved
Friday 11 February 2011
DOMESTIC BLISS
Don't wrap me in chains,
Love is not a deed of ownership
It’s meant to be a true and honest calling.
How can I love you of my own free will,
When you control everything I say and do.
I would choose to feel nothing if you would only let me
I am thankful that the wounds you inflict absorb my tears
For if I was to shed one tear it would only provide a step for you
To raise you further above me and cast me deeper into your shadow
I wonder if I fear you or my failure more
Though I am sure that there is equal pain in either defeat
This then is the trap in which I dwell
Because I believe you I accept the pain
Because I believe you I wrap myself in your chains
Your such brief remorse is my only solitude
You are as frightened of losing me as I am of losing myself
In this way you show me your affection
The strength of these chains defined by the power of your love
Each strike you land is a letter of love
Each attack a paragraph
Spelt in finality as my blood floods the floor
18/04/2010 copyright Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice
Love is not a deed of ownership
It’s meant to be a true and honest calling.
How can I love you of my own free will,
When you control everything I say and do.
I would choose to feel nothing if you would only let me
I am thankful that the wounds you inflict absorb my tears
For if I was to shed one tear it would only provide a step for you
To raise you further above me and cast me deeper into your shadow
I wonder if I fear you or my failure more
Though I am sure that there is equal pain in either defeat
This then is the trap in which I dwell
Because I believe you I accept the pain
Because I believe you I wrap myself in your chains
Your such brief remorse is my only solitude
You are as frightened of losing me as I am of losing myself
In this way you show me your affection
The strength of these chains defined by the power of your love
Each strike you land is a letter of love
Each attack a paragraph
Spelt in finality as my blood floods the floor
18/04/2010 copyright Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice
Friday 4 February 2011
HOUSE MADE OF LOVE
Did you ever have that feeling that you should be doing something
but you just can’t remember what it is. Did you ever walk into a room
and just completely forget what you went in there for. Well I walked
into such a room, that room was your heart and you slammed the
door shut. I’m locked inside, knocking on your heart from the inside.
I know the truth though, you did not trap me I surrendered and my
fears keep me locked away.
Yes I know the truth but I have no idea how to live it. I may not know
why I am in here but I know why I am not outside. In here it is warm,
predictable and safe. Outside it's cold, open and uncertain. There are
thieves in my past and my future that steal fibres from my heart, they
circle and dance with them like Morris dancers round a maypole. My
heart is knotted and unravelling like a hereditary blanket. Sowed and
bestowed upon me by my for-failures.
So I smother and suppress my concerns into envelopes and post them
through your letter box to the outside. Let them become a trail of crumbs
leading more innocents to that dark place in the woods, where they will find your dangerously tempting house made of love. It looks so like a fairytale until you take that first bite and the structure becomes unstable, like wood worm eating through the walls of life. If only I had stayed back and just admired the view
But should I entice another to nibble at your heart I would have cause and
justification to leave at your fault, so that I can pretend there was nothing I could do to save another love from its sell by date. For we have all thrust our faces into ice cold waters bobbing for apples. The doctors say a love a day keeps the loneliness away.Hopes and dreams like apples will rot if not consumed. So I will knock, knock on your door until you have no choice but to leave me, so I can blame it all on you. It’s what people who settle for love do.
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
but you just can’t remember what it is. Did you ever walk into a room
and just completely forget what you went in there for. Well I walked
into such a room, that room was your heart and you slammed the
door shut. I’m locked inside, knocking on your heart from the inside.
I know the truth though, you did not trap me I surrendered and my
fears keep me locked away.
Yes I know the truth but I have no idea how to live it. I may not know
why I am in here but I know why I am not outside. In here it is warm,
predictable and safe. Outside it's cold, open and uncertain. There are
thieves in my past and my future that steal fibres from my heart, they
circle and dance with them like Morris dancers round a maypole. My
heart is knotted and unravelling like a hereditary blanket. Sowed and
bestowed upon me by my for-failures.
So I smother and suppress my concerns into envelopes and post them
through your letter box to the outside. Let them become a trail of crumbs
leading more innocents to that dark place in the woods, where they will find your dangerously tempting house made of love. It looks so like a fairytale until you take that first bite and the structure becomes unstable, like wood worm eating through the walls of life. If only I had stayed back and just admired the view
But should I entice another to nibble at your heart I would have cause and
justification to leave at your fault, so that I can pretend there was nothing I could do to save another love from its sell by date. For we have all thrust our faces into ice cold waters bobbing for apples. The doctors say a love a day keeps the loneliness away.Hopes and dreams like apples will rot if not consumed. So I will knock, knock on your door until you have no choice but to leave me, so I can blame it all on you. It’s what people who settle for love do.
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
Thursday 3 February 2011
IN THE MOMENT
FOR THE MOMENT
Yesterday I was hoping
Today I am regretting
Yesterday I was preying for salvation
Today I am preying for forgiveness
Yesterday I was ready for a change
Today I am still waiting
Yesterday I was waiting for today
Today I am missing yesterday
Yesterday I thought my dreams would come true today
Today I realised I forgot to build them yesterday
Yesterday I was living for today
Today I live in yesterday
Yesterday has been and gone
Today though need not be another yesterday
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
Yesterday I was hoping
Today I am regretting
Yesterday I was preying for salvation
Today I am preying for forgiveness
Yesterday I was ready for a change
Today I am still waiting
Yesterday I was waiting for today
Today I am missing yesterday
Yesterday I thought my dreams would come true today
Today I realised I forgot to build them yesterday
Yesterday I was living for today
Today I live in yesterday
Yesterday has been and gone
Today though need not be another yesterday
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
Answer Phone
Damn her to hell
I hate that woman
For she is everywhere
Yet nowhere to be found
Who is she to answer when whom I'm calling does not
Who is this women having an affair with all my friends
She is so forthright too,
Might be just as well I cant get a hold of her
Telling me what buttons to push
Push one, two or three to be connected to an operator
Well with her information how could I not operate her
I'm usually as confused as a toddler with an abacus
Swoosh, swoosh, slide, slide back and forth
Have I found the answer yet dear
Fine don’t answer your phone, I'll ask your friend
She says press two for existing clients
Am I an existing client or a temporary interface
Sure I want to download but it isn’t information
Damn her to hell, I hate that women
All ways stating the obvious like we can’t understand
The person you’re calling is not responding
I know, I have been married to her for 10 years
Yes I want to leave a message, but I can’t.
I will get my assed kicked for talking behind her back
Damned mobile phone, shame the signal isn’t mobile
We all dancing like Ginger Rodgers
Our daily lives turned into musicals
But she comes again saying "Unable to connect your call"
Not like a man to get mixed signals
I'll just send a letter and risk jail for stamping on the Queens head.
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
I hate that woman
For she is everywhere
Yet nowhere to be found
Who is she to answer when whom I'm calling does not
Who is this women having an affair with all my friends
She is so forthright too,
Might be just as well I cant get a hold of her
Telling me what buttons to push
Push one, two or three to be connected to an operator
Well with her information how could I not operate her
I'm usually as confused as a toddler with an abacus
Swoosh, swoosh, slide, slide back and forth
Have I found the answer yet dear
Fine don’t answer your phone, I'll ask your friend
She says press two for existing clients
Am I an existing client or a temporary interface
Sure I want to download but it isn’t information
Damn her to hell, I hate that women
All ways stating the obvious like we can’t understand
The person you’re calling is not responding
I know, I have been married to her for 10 years
Yes I want to leave a message, but I can’t.
I will get my assed kicked for talking behind her back
Damned mobile phone, shame the signal isn’t mobile
We all dancing like Ginger Rodgers
Our daily lives turned into musicals
But she comes again saying "Unable to connect your call"
Not like a man to get mixed signals
I'll just send a letter and risk jail for stamping on the Queens head.
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
Wednesday 2 February 2011
DEAR LIFE
Who am I to complain
When without the voice you gave I could not even talk.
Who am I to turn from my pains
When you gave emotions to aid our aspirements
Who am I to say I am tied to destiny
When you gave us eyes to survey our own paths
Who am I to consider life a curse
When you show us such amazements everyday
Who am I to act so Ignorant and selfish
When you gave us love and compassion to feel
Who am I to surrender to conformity
When you gave us thought and free will to create
Who am I to not see with my own eyes,
To not think with my own mind,
To not explore with my heart,
To not love and experience with my soul,
To not feel the miricle when i breathe,
I am nothing but a fool
Though how dare I be,
when you show us such knowledge
Please accept my sorrow and forgive me
I have opened my eyes now and can see so clear
You have always responded to what I believed
Nature we are joined as one
Both in science and in spiritual faith
I am healing now,
Thanks to the sight you gave to my eyes
Thanks to the sound you gave to my ears
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved®
When without the voice you gave I could not even talk.
Who am I to turn from my pains
When you gave emotions to aid our aspirements
Who am I to say I am tied to destiny
When you gave us eyes to survey our own paths
Who am I to consider life a curse
When you show us such amazements everyday
Who am I to act so Ignorant and selfish
When you gave us love and compassion to feel
Who am I to surrender to conformity
When you gave us thought and free will to create
Who am I to not see with my own eyes,
To not think with my own mind,
To not explore with my heart,
To not love and experience with my soul,
To not feel the miricle when i breathe,
I am nothing but a fool
Though how dare I be,
when you show us such knowledge
Please accept my sorrow and forgive me
I have opened my eyes now and can see so clear
You have always responded to what I believed
Nature we are joined as one
Both in science and in spiritual faith
I am healing now,
Thanks to the sight you gave to my eyes
Thanks to the sound you gave to my ears
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved®
JUST TWO SECONDS
How dare you make up your mind about me,
I've spent my whole life asking but still have no idea who I am
I am a flower that grows every second,
I just have not learned how to bloom
I am the shining sun obscured by clouds
I am the childs laugh muffled by the hand of society
I am a diffarent species every day
I learn and evolve with every blink of my eyes
How dare you judge me on my past and then freeze me in time
©Mark Anthony Games/ The HUman Voice 2011. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED®
I've spent my whole life asking but still have no idea who I am
I am a flower that grows every second,
I just have not learned how to bloom
I am the shining sun obscured by clouds
I am the childs laugh muffled by the hand of society
I am a diffarent species every day
I learn and evolve with every blink of my eyes
How dare you judge me on my past and then freeze me in time
©Mark Anthony Games/ The HUman Voice 2011. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED®
THE CALL OF THE WILD
I dont care for romance
Give me pure animal lust
Give me that flash of desire in a strangers eyes
As we think of letting nature loose
Let passion over come as we throw away the rules
Shed our skin and stand as nature declared
The embrace, skin on skin as two become one
No rules, No restrictions. Two souls set free
Two souls locked in beautiful combat
Now fall back in equal defeat
The thrill of the conquest
The risk of the surrender
Sex glorious sex
No better gift can we give
Than all we truly are and own
To the hands of a stranger
Copyright protected. 2011. All rights reserved.
Give me pure animal lust
Give me that flash of desire in a strangers eyes
As we think of letting nature loose
Let passion over come as we throw away the rules
Shed our skin and stand as nature declared
The embrace, skin on skin as two become one
No rules, No restrictions. Two souls set free
Two souls locked in beautiful combat
Now fall back in equal defeat
The thrill of the conquest
The risk of the surrender
Sex glorious sex
No better gift can we give
Than all we truly are and own
To the hands of a stranger
Copyright protected. 2011. All rights reserved.
HAUNTED
I can not risk to move
My life has become graveyard
Friendships and love laid to rest
It’s become so cold, so quiet
Surrounded by ghosts
Haunted by the power of the past
The times when I have smiled,
They haunt me out from the photographs
The times when I was young,
They haunt me out from the mirror
The times when I was loved
They haunt me each and everyway they can
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
My life has become graveyard
Friendships and love laid to rest
It’s become so cold, so quiet
Surrounded by ghosts
Haunted by the power of the past
The times when I have smiled,
They haunt me out from the photographs
The times when I was young,
They haunt me out from the mirror
The times when I was loved
They haunt me each and everyway they can
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
MIND GAMES
Shall I mourn for the loss of my body
For it exists beyond my control now
I am nothing but a passenger
Shall I rejoice in diminished responsibility
For I will always know the actions were never mine
I am the victim and the criminal but never willingly the crime
Confusion raging like rapids just cannot be grasped
Rapid painful strokes of sanity flash from the abyss
When your life is a flickering light bulb
©Mark Anthony Games / The human voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
For it exists beyond my control now
I am nothing but a passenger
Shall I rejoice in diminished responsibility
For I will always know the actions were never mine
I am the victim and the criminal but never willingly the crime
Confusion raging like rapids just cannot be grasped
Rapid painful strokes of sanity flash from the abyss
When your life is a flickering light bulb
©Mark Anthony Games / The human voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
Tuesday 1 February 2011
THE FORCE OF LIFE
The grand consciousness of life is so multi dimensional and conflicting that it is almost impossible to see anything but beauty with in it. We must accept that opposites and alternatives must exist before we can truly become aware of an experience. Would joy really be appreciated and experienced if there was no other emotion. Without pain and suffering we could never come to experience just how much more rewarding peace and happiness is. Simply existing in a single state will do nothing for the evolution and development of a soul. So the facility for people to do evil must exist so that there can the capacity for people to do good. The issue is that we, as a collective of souls, have not learned to make our choice. When the same bad things keep occurring we direct our frustration at our god or deity. Instead we should see that we have not learned to separate our selves from what we think we need and that which we actually do. Fear about such concerns as finance, acceptance, ridicule, failure or ability over power the truth of what and who we are.
We must experience both good and bad in order to understand which is best. We have all long since learnt that good offers a better existence, fear is the force that prevents us letting go of bad. There are two major forces in the world where the origins of our thoughts and actions spring from, Love and Fear. How much longer, for instance, must we send souls to their deaths in war before we accept that we would all prefer the experience of peace? We have all made our choice but the fear of letting go makes us feel vulnerable. So it is not a case of using love to trust one another but listening to fear and holding on to our weapons until the other puts it down first. Thus this cycle will never end. A utopian society is possible but humanity is not prepared to understand that we are the creators and destroyers of our own existence.
This desire to not be at fault or to bare the responsibility gave birth to constructed religion. With the idea of a lord in the sky we had someone to deflect our blame and anguish towards. The only god is the one we all stare at in the mirror each morning. We are all part of a mass consciousness that constructs and shapes this reality. Everything upon this Earth is built by humanity so we are the architects of our environment and existence. Quantum mechanics has shown that sub-particles magically separate at every event and seem to head off and create every potential situation that is possible. What further proof do we need that life is a force of discovery and experience? Why must we be so concerned in why and how we are alive instead of actually embracing the fact that we are.
The creational forces of Love and Fear are like the particles that cause us to separate at an opportunity. We should always seek to choose the option that is our highest truth. Often though we start breaking down the possibility of our choice and losing the deepest truth. Thus so many souls have lost their connections and feel they are walking circles in a repetitive and unfulfilling life. Love was once a beautiful wild creature that blessed all at its free will and choosing. The strength and power of this creature was enchanting and dangerous. It could ease the pain of the suffering and bring joy to desperation. Though it could also bring suffering to the joyful and desperation to the satisfied. Maybe as the human race grew and interactions became more frequent we discovered the experience of fear. Today we seem to think of love as a rare and priceless artefact and grow jealous of anyone holding it. Love has became a slave and mostly now just a word. Fear though has become all conquering in every aspect of our life. So many people remain in jobs they hate due to fear of not paying bills if they leave. Fear that they are not worthy or good enough for the job they would like. Couples stay together through fear of being alone. Governments rage wars through fear of being wrong or fear of being vulnerable of bigger or potentially bigger countries.
There are so many aspects to love such as to like, respect, friendship, appreciation, devotion, admiration and belonging. Love has other tools inside its box such as, happiness, contentment, acceptance, appreciation, understanding and sharing. I came up with this story to try and explain a little clearer the full dimensions of love and how we have forgotten the true depth and possibilities of love.
A young man and his blind father are lying in their back yard looking up at the sky.
"What is love?" the young man asks his father.
"What do you see above you?" asks the father.
"I see sky" replies the young man.
" A word you have given me to describe the many colours of the above. A word you have given me to describe the many shapes, sizes, colours and positioning of the clouds. A word you have given me to describe the further depths of the beauty of the stars that lye behind. A word you give me to describe the planet systems that stretch across the un-measurable distance. This word you give me is sky. I am blind and I can not see this word ‘Sky’ though I know it has no right to describe the magic beyond what you let you eye see and your soul feel. Love, my son, is just another word they gave to the blind."
Love of higher levels can not be constructed upon humanities request. Love is a powerful force that has an existence of its own. It should not be forced in a situation as being false is fear derived. There are members in my family that I simple respect I do not ‘Love’ them as I do others. My respect for them means I will do my best to help them should they need me. However I will not devote my self to interaction on a frequent basis unless there is genuine emotional calling. If I was to meet my step dad as a stranger in a bar would we become friends, I highly doubt it. There is no reason to be involved in a persons life just because you are related there must be reason and feeling. Blood is not the reason I love and I chose not to love simply due to the sharing of blood. The same as I would not form a relationship based on a fear of being alone. The emotion we label love is a guide to the depth, length and reason of a journey shared. We have come to a point in our existence were we think of love as a thing to hold and own. Love is a force of nature, it can last a day or a lifetime. The experience gained is how we should measure not the length of time it lasted.
Love is also not just a force for coupling romantically it has far greater potential. The emotion of love can indicate with another soul that a desire for an experience is shared and thus herald the potential opportunity for a shared journey. The truth of all that we use the word 'love' to describe is that love is always the connection between all worldly interactions. Sometimes this feeling is deeper and this allows the soul to know that your designs of life are parallel with another soul and that with this soul you have the opportunity to experience. For some receiving the love of another eases their pain and they actively seek it. We have come to call this Attention Seeking. Fear provides denial as one if its aspects and is used to convince the soul that your suffering is at and end. This style of love is a dressing upon a wound that shall continue to rot. Also in this false love fear is manifest and used to stop this love from departing and so a soul is sacrificed to the expected needs of the other. Thus the souls are changed and in doing so the two souls begin to become untrue to their connection. Thus the connection fades. Yet we still struggle to hold on to this love, as we fear loss of all kinds. So quickly what was once special and sacred becomes a battleground of arguments, obligations and demands. This is not a true connection as love is not a deed of ownership.
A true love would require nothing but the witnessing and honest sharing of another soul’s journey. It would not be subject to conditions. A soul that is loved should remain free to experience life in every aspect that is true to its calling. Sometimes two souls in this connection are separated by their designs of life and freedom should be granted. Distance is irrelevant in this style of connection. This honest love can only be achieved when a soul has grown to love it self and then any other love received would just be a blessing and not a necessity. All that we use the word love to describe is not rationed and is as abundant as the particles of air we breathe. When we come to accept the experience that love is not made to our designs we shall accept it in the natural form in which is exists. In the same way we need to also accept that love and the soul we love owes us nothing and we should expect nothing of it. It is conceived that love is when two become one. In fact it is when one becomes two. A romantic journey should be two individuals experiencing life through each other. When this journey calls for separation it should be met we acceptance and joy for the sharing, growth, education, knowledge and experience gained.
The great consciousness of life hears all thoughts and much like a dating agency bring souls together that can make manifest the thoughts shared, thus bringing the experience requested (both fear based and love based). This means we must also accept equal responsibility for all worldly events. For if those thoughts were not thought some events would not have to occur. It is the lack of evolution and acceptance of experience that makes manifest so many events we know as a humanity we would rather not have occur. We must learn that every thought is like throwing a stone into the sea. The power of positive thinking has been proven so many times. When we carry negative thoughts around with us so constantly that it becomes our reality we build our lives in that image. This is a very controversial point and it would take many more writings to fully explain. Some events such as rape and murder are difficult to explain. I highly doubt there are souls out there thinking about being murdered or raped. There are though souls thinking of vulnerability and worthlessness which is the calling card of the souls with desires of control and power. Fear has been controlling in our lives for a very long time and many manifestations have occurred that should not. Suppressed and victimised souls are abundant under the stresses, strains and restrictions of our youth. The rise of aggressive music is surely an indicator and we have allowed magazines to glorify perfection and Hollywood to glorify violence. There are a lot of souls that have become flooded with fear that not even a spark of love can be felt.
The understanding offered by an experience is not always clear. Much relating must be done and individual souls will find different answers. Sometimes we just have to hold faith that we will come to find meaning soon. All we have to guide us is the emotion in side of us and our immediate and pure thought in the face of reaction. You must be fully aware at all times to life and your interaction with it. There are signs everywhere and opportunities are endless. Nothing but fear holds us back from being the totality of our own designs and truest desires.
We must experience both good and bad in order to understand which is best. We have all long since learnt that good offers a better existence, fear is the force that prevents us letting go of bad. There are two major forces in the world where the origins of our thoughts and actions spring from, Love and Fear. How much longer, for instance, must we send souls to their deaths in war before we accept that we would all prefer the experience of peace? We have all made our choice but the fear of letting go makes us feel vulnerable. So it is not a case of using love to trust one another but listening to fear and holding on to our weapons until the other puts it down first. Thus this cycle will never end. A utopian society is possible but humanity is not prepared to understand that we are the creators and destroyers of our own existence.
This desire to not be at fault or to bare the responsibility gave birth to constructed religion. With the idea of a lord in the sky we had someone to deflect our blame and anguish towards. The only god is the one we all stare at in the mirror each morning. We are all part of a mass consciousness that constructs and shapes this reality. Everything upon this Earth is built by humanity so we are the architects of our environment and existence. Quantum mechanics has shown that sub-particles magically separate at every event and seem to head off and create every potential situation that is possible. What further proof do we need that life is a force of discovery and experience? Why must we be so concerned in why and how we are alive instead of actually embracing the fact that we are.
The creational forces of Love and Fear are like the particles that cause us to separate at an opportunity. We should always seek to choose the option that is our highest truth. Often though we start breaking down the possibility of our choice and losing the deepest truth. Thus so many souls have lost their connections and feel they are walking circles in a repetitive and unfulfilling life. Love was once a beautiful wild creature that blessed all at its free will and choosing. The strength and power of this creature was enchanting and dangerous. It could ease the pain of the suffering and bring joy to desperation. Though it could also bring suffering to the joyful and desperation to the satisfied. Maybe as the human race grew and interactions became more frequent we discovered the experience of fear. Today we seem to think of love as a rare and priceless artefact and grow jealous of anyone holding it. Love has became a slave and mostly now just a word. Fear though has become all conquering in every aspect of our life. So many people remain in jobs they hate due to fear of not paying bills if they leave. Fear that they are not worthy or good enough for the job they would like. Couples stay together through fear of being alone. Governments rage wars through fear of being wrong or fear of being vulnerable of bigger or potentially bigger countries.
There are so many aspects to love such as to like, respect, friendship, appreciation, devotion, admiration and belonging. Love has other tools inside its box such as, happiness, contentment, acceptance, appreciation, understanding and sharing. I came up with this story to try and explain a little clearer the full dimensions of love and how we have forgotten the true depth and possibilities of love.
A young man and his blind father are lying in their back yard looking up at the sky.
"What is love?" the young man asks his father.
"What do you see above you?" asks the father.
"I see sky" replies the young man.
" A word you have given me to describe the many colours of the above. A word you have given me to describe the many shapes, sizes, colours and positioning of the clouds. A word you have given me to describe the further depths of the beauty of the stars that lye behind. A word you give me to describe the planet systems that stretch across the un-measurable distance. This word you give me is sky. I am blind and I can not see this word ‘Sky’ though I know it has no right to describe the magic beyond what you let you eye see and your soul feel. Love, my son, is just another word they gave to the blind."
Love of higher levels can not be constructed upon humanities request. Love is a powerful force that has an existence of its own. It should not be forced in a situation as being false is fear derived. There are members in my family that I simple respect I do not ‘Love’ them as I do others. My respect for them means I will do my best to help them should they need me. However I will not devote my self to interaction on a frequent basis unless there is genuine emotional calling. If I was to meet my step dad as a stranger in a bar would we become friends, I highly doubt it. There is no reason to be involved in a persons life just because you are related there must be reason and feeling. Blood is not the reason I love and I chose not to love simply due to the sharing of blood. The same as I would not form a relationship based on a fear of being alone. The emotion we label love is a guide to the depth, length and reason of a journey shared. We have come to a point in our existence were we think of love as a thing to hold and own. Love is a force of nature, it can last a day or a lifetime. The experience gained is how we should measure not the length of time it lasted.
Love is also not just a force for coupling romantically it has far greater potential. The emotion of love can indicate with another soul that a desire for an experience is shared and thus herald the potential opportunity for a shared journey. The truth of all that we use the word 'love' to describe is that love is always the connection between all worldly interactions. Sometimes this feeling is deeper and this allows the soul to know that your designs of life are parallel with another soul and that with this soul you have the opportunity to experience. For some receiving the love of another eases their pain and they actively seek it. We have come to call this Attention Seeking. Fear provides denial as one if its aspects and is used to convince the soul that your suffering is at and end. This style of love is a dressing upon a wound that shall continue to rot. Also in this false love fear is manifest and used to stop this love from departing and so a soul is sacrificed to the expected needs of the other. Thus the souls are changed and in doing so the two souls begin to become untrue to their connection. Thus the connection fades. Yet we still struggle to hold on to this love, as we fear loss of all kinds. So quickly what was once special and sacred becomes a battleground of arguments, obligations and demands. This is not a true connection as love is not a deed of ownership.
A true love would require nothing but the witnessing and honest sharing of another soul’s journey. It would not be subject to conditions. A soul that is loved should remain free to experience life in every aspect that is true to its calling. Sometimes two souls in this connection are separated by their designs of life and freedom should be granted. Distance is irrelevant in this style of connection. This honest love can only be achieved when a soul has grown to love it self and then any other love received would just be a blessing and not a necessity. All that we use the word love to describe is not rationed and is as abundant as the particles of air we breathe. When we come to accept the experience that love is not made to our designs we shall accept it in the natural form in which is exists. In the same way we need to also accept that love and the soul we love owes us nothing and we should expect nothing of it. It is conceived that love is when two become one. In fact it is when one becomes two. A romantic journey should be two individuals experiencing life through each other. When this journey calls for separation it should be met we acceptance and joy for the sharing, growth, education, knowledge and experience gained.
The great consciousness of life hears all thoughts and much like a dating agency bring souls together that can make manifest the thoughts shared, thus bringing the experience requested (both fear based and love based). This means we must also accept equal responsibility for all worldly events. For if those thoughts were not thought some events would not have to occur. It is the lack of evolution and acceptance of experience that makes manifest so many events we know as a humanity we would rather not have occur. We must learn that every thought is like throwing a stone into the sea. The power of positive thinking has been proven so many times. When we carry negative thoughts around with us so constantly that it becomes our reality we build our lives in that image. This is a very controversial point and it would take many more writings to fully explain. Some events such as rape and murder are difficult to explain. I highly doubt there are souls out there thinking about being murdered or raped. There are though souls thinking of vulnerability and worthlessness which is the calling card of the souls with desires of control and power. Fear has been controlling in our lives for a very long time and many manifestations have occurred that should not. Suppressed and victimised souls are abundant under the stresses, strains and restrictions of our youth. The rise of aggressive music is surely an indicator and we have allowed magazines to glorify perfection and Hollywood to glorify violence. There are a lot of souls that have become flooded with fear that not even a spark of love can be felt.
The understanding offered by an experience is not always clear. Much relating must be done and individual souls will find different answers. Sometimes we just have to hold faith that we will come to find meaning soon. All we have to guide us is the emotion in side of us and our immediate and pure thought in the face of reaction. You must be fully aware at all times to life and your interaction with it. There are signs everywhere and opportunities are endless. Nothing but fear holds us back from being the totality of our own designs and truest desires.
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