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These words

by

Egal Bohen

These words
That flow
Like water from my soul
They are not mine

I am but the jug
That snatches them
From out the rivers of time

Lifeforce

by

Egal Bohen

Mans world to him has now become
So complex like unto a sum
The theory always then applied
To solve the problems next arrived

But when he lays him down to rest
Without him and outside his head
The teeming life that Earth maintains
In oceans deep
On dusty plains
Goes on
Its order still unbroken
Timeless
Caring not what Man has spoken
Thought or even done
wanting nothing
But Life won

This is the force that he must know
Radiating Life
Its flow
For what is Man alone?
His world undone
But the very smallest
Fraction of the sum

The Big Doughnut Theory

by

Egal Bohen

What is a Beginning?

What is an End?

This much we first must comprehend
If we would know how all things are
To know how came that distant star

To know how came the Universe
Where came the matter
Wide dispersed

To seek the point where it began
Would be indicative of Man
Who with his new found Science unfolds
The building blocks of Life untold
‘til now

But as for that required Bang
Big Doughnuts
Those with Holes not Jam
Would be more relevant to Man
When he would fit the Universe
Within his plan

For all beginnings Time has seen
Are always the End of another dream
For All beginnings are also and End
Of another state that was ‘til then

Big bangs are fine for what we can see
But they are only a part of whole story
They are little more in the plan of things
Than a butterfly which from a chrysalis
springs

Dust of Ages

by

Egal Bohen

In the hall
Where floorboards creak
Through the tall doors
From the street
A shaft of Golden light is strung
With the Dust of Ages hung

Though nothing in the air is seen
There
Within this Golden beam
There the Dust of Ages hung
Moving slowly in the Sun

So it is in our daydream
Not all that is
Is always seen
Sometimes it takes a shadows line
To let the Golden Light define
All there is to see
More ways than one
Like the Dust of Ages hung

Memories

by

Egal Bohen

Memories are distant days
You cannot see yet know
Silent in the mind
Silent yet heard
Dark yet seen
Set in some strange twilight world
That is not dream

Times
Places
Words
Faces
Marching backwards
Fading slow

Hold them close
Then let them go
Like shadows in the fires glow
Back to that strange distant land where they belong
There to wait til called upon.

nothing

by

Egal Bohen

If you should talk of Nothing
Then Nothing you shall see
For Nothing is not this world
For Nothing cannot be

Nothing has but No thing
No thing there to see
No shape
No sound
No texture
No weight
No density

So if you can describe it
Then do so please to me
For it defies description
It has none you will see

So if you think an empty space
is a Nothing you may find
Just think what is around it
Something on your mind?

While things exist in every form
From thoughts to what you see
There's no such thing as Nothing
Just spaces that are free

As long as just one thing remains
A Nothing you won't find
Don't speak of it as if it were
It cannot be defined

So never doubt that all things are
For it is clear to see
That once there was a Something
Only Everything could be

Big Willy

by

Egal Bohen

One day

Big Willy will come

He gobbles up Stars

He gobbles up Suns

One day

Big Willy will come

He'll gobble up Jupiter

He'll gobble up Mars

He'll gobble up the Earth and all the cars

Now you may think this is all very silly

But then, you havn't met Big Willy

(Yet)

Communication

by

Egal Bohen

Speak out while you are here
For we are listening
We have not come to pass the time of day
As you might say
But wait upon your offering

Speak out
While you are here
Speak out!

For if your thoughts
Unto yourself you keep
The World may weep
And this fool here
And there
And everywhere
Will more misguided come

So
Do not hold your tongue
Speak out!

Speak out!
Let us have some variation on the Theme
Speak freely
Clear
Not thoughts you think we like to hear
but thoughts that sear and form and grow to change our cluttered cramped idea

Speak out!
For that is why you are here

The Questioning Part

by

Egal Bohen

What is this questioning part of me?
Where sits it in my head?
Its been with me since I was born
Where goes it when I'm dead?

It questions everything I see
And all things wants to know
It questions why I'm even here
and where I'm going to go

It questions why there's life at all
And keeps on asking why
All those shiny bright things
Are up there in the sky

It questions what's the Universe?
Does it go on for ever?
And who designed the Big Bang?
He must be Very clever!

It questions what the Earth is
And whether it's alive
It questions what it's Lifespan is
How long it can survive

It questions how Man came to be
Far cleverer by far
Than all the other monkeys
Who stayed just like they are!

It questions Man's religions
And asks why it can't be
We all believe in One God
Instead of ninety three!

It questions why Man goes to war
Destroying one another
Then it questions why we don't
Go on! Go help your brother

It questions how the Time does fly
And why I've gone all wrinkled
When on the inside I'm the same
A juvenile delinquel!

It questions why a second ago
I was here - now I'm gone
It questions where I will be
Why Time keeps moving on

It questions what the science is
Supporting this mirage
It questions what the purpose is
Is there life on Mars?

It questions why I go to sleep
Each day when I need not
It questions me about my dreams
Of which I had forgot

It questions what is at the point
Where all things come to end
It doesn't seem to understand
That I can't comprehend!

So after years of questions
About Life and our Home
It's natural that I now have
Some questions of my own

In fact if Man has been on Earth
At least four million years
I think it's time that he should have
Some answers for his ears!

Although it would appear not
I think you would agree
That if questions lead to answers
It's time they gave us three

As Life is simple here on Earth
The answers should be the same
Not everyone is called Einstein
Not everyone has his brain!

So
Exactly what are we doing here?
Just who is pulling the strings?
Can we have an upgrade to comprehend these things?

Unless it gets some answers
My questioning part has said
It will keep asking these questions
Even when I'm dead

Old Cold

by

Egal Bohen

Moonrise
In a star studded sky
Where the ice of space
With bluestone fire
Does send it's sparkling rays to set
The secret shapes that grow in crystal on the Earth
That say

I am the Cold
I am the Oldest of the Old
I was here before the Sun
I shall return
When all is done

Defiance

by

Egal Bohen

Give me the
Strength
To
Overcome
My
Selfish Melancholy state
When
Looking in upon myself
I see but empty places

Chase
Fleeting images
Of what I think
My graces

To be left
To ponder on
My Worth

Give me now that
Fiery dart
As it has always come

Like a shaft from out the dark
A fountain
Sprung

My will
My vital spark
Not overcome
But strengthened some
That I might fight again

Then
Viewing Life with bold disdain
Defiant standing I shall play your game
And Life
You
will
Not
Win

Water

by

Egal Bohen

Silver clear
Satin seal the top
Drop
Laugh
Laugh
Icy cheer
Never
Never stop
Downward
Onward
Over go
Fullness Oceans swelling
Oceans slowly booming deep
Moody
Sullen
Sullen sleep
Seething
Foaming
Broken glass
Moon and wind to blast
Muddy puddles in the gate
Footprint cups to lap
Dripping warm November days
Mist
Rain
Leaky tap

Eleven

by

Egal Bohen

Bury face in the sweet grass
Smell damp earth, things past
Lay on back
Look up to the sky
Dream of spits
Kick an anthill
Catch a grass snake
Get left with a lizards tail
Collect eggs in a pail
Cook an omelet by the barn
Land a Perch
Watch the Sun die
Bats fly round
The camp fire
Find a hot patch
Roast some toast
Get something to burn
That old post
A dry cow pat
Lay down
Warm ground
Tell a yarn
Look in at the pyre
Fantastic
Bright
Yellow
Red
Fire
Blow
Get a hot cheek
Set the grass alight
Sparks fly
Rest my chin on my fists
Mates grin
Where can we get a cavalry sword?
Stare into the red abyss
Red eyes
Smokey shirt
Fresh air
Dead beat
Roll on back
Check out the Stars
Which one's Mars?
No idea what's in store
Who cares what life is for
Just now
When you are eleven

Metal Moon

by

Egal Bohen

Metal Moon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open plain
Where tall trees stand
Silver bright
Casting long the shade
Land of desolation in a dream

Here no wind blows
Nor Winters into Springtime grow
Here all is everlasting night
Where only sheathwinged insects fly
Through silhouettes of leafless trees
Against a deep red sky

Metal Moon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open plain
Move again
To where glass dewdrops on steel girders gleam
Reflecting all that can be seen
Converging lines that streets had been
In silence

Here no bird cries
Nor mothers dry their childrens eyes
Here only metal, blued, survives
Against a deep red sky

Metal Moon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open plain
To the future will explain

The Edge

by

Egal Bohen

I sense as I before did not
Not with mine eye
Nor fleshy touch
Not with the varied frequency of sound
Not from within
But somewhere from around

I sense the quivering air that all surrounds
I sense the living tree upon the mound
I sense the ground

Or rather should I say
I sense the screen on which they play
For what I sense is one so whole
That mind it must astound

Division there is none
No place where I locate myself
The unity of life and man
The tree, the bird, the universe

And so astounded then I stand
And sense the edge of what I am

Cornwall

by

Egal Bohen

Mystic land
Set by the sea
To catch in summer sun
In winter
Mist and tree bent storm
The gauntlett for to run
Mystic land of green and gold
Granite
Gorse and druid grove
In moonlight cold
With bluest oceans on its shore
That every day beset
With sparkling waters
Fishers nets
Mystic land of rock and cliff
Ancient mound
Where jackdaws drift and wheel on high
Buzzards soar
Ravens fly
Where fifteen hundred years ago
The ships of Rome did come and go
Seeking metals
From which empires grow
Mystic land of thrift and mine
Thy heart is clear to see
For granite stone is hard to break
And so remains
Explains
Your history

Ships of Stone

by

Egal Bohen

There is a vision I behold
Where ships of stone float on a sea
Of liquid gold to ancient quays
From whence lead fine canals
Straight to the hearts of cities aeons old

Of what I see in this strange vision
Nothing leaves me in such awe
As when I look upon the faces
Of the personalities who stand
Serene and silent in their places
As the ships of stone slide by
To those quays and ancient places
To the cities aeons old

Such serenity
Such peace
I have never seen before
Finely sculptured perfect features
Leave they in my memory store
Graceful figures
Silhouetted
Waves of gold
Break on the shore

Now I know of no sound reason
Why I should present myself
With such a vision
Deep impresssion
Of so dignified a state

Having never to my knowledge
Ever heard or read or seen
Of so clearly defined image
I can only then assume
That the origin of this strange vision
Dream
Experience
Was due
To the cheese I ate at midnight
Or the wine I drank with you

Yet there is no doubt within me
That this place I saw is there
That this very place existed
On some far off distant shore
On some far off distant planet
Seas of gold stone ships will bear

What ere the case, I do not care
For at the end it is,
That I am left this lasting vision
Silent, gliding ships of stone
On a planet of tranquility
That forever is my own

Clearday

by

Egal Bohen

When the sun shines

On a clear day

And the wind blows

Through the green leaves

Of the beech trees

At the top of the hill

Where the birds soar

To the white clouds

In the blue

Thats where I would be

The Moth

by

Egal Bohen

The Moth flies at twilight
My light
When our planets motion
Cuts the beam of multi coloured daylight from the sun
To let the crimson evening twilight pass swiftly
Then be done
Silent
For a moment 'til
The soft gentle starlight
Touching dark velvet on the earth
May come

The fox barks at starlight
In the shadow of the hill
While the Hare lays in her form
Very very still

Animals

by

Egal Bohen

Animals in clothes I see
Driving cars or sipping tea

Animals in clothes I see
But they don't know what they are

Animals that drive a car?
Dress in clothes?
Sip the tea?
Just like you?
Just like me?
Very clever animals they'd be!

But they don't know what they are
These animals that drive a car

Dress in clothes
Sip the tea
Just like you
Just like me

Truly stupid animals they be
Not to realize what they are

Just because they drive a car
Dress in clothes
Sip the tea
Just like you
Just like me

Oh what stupid things we be!
Not to realize what we are

Just because we drive a car
Dress in clothes sip the tea
So g-r-a-c-i-o-u-s-l-y!
You and me

Oh what stupid things we are
Not to realize what we be

Animals that drive a car
Dress in clothes
Sip the tea
You and Me

If Mr Piggy had our brain
Some fingers
And a name
Wouldn't he be just the same?

Circles Stars and Signs

by

Egal Bohen

The Navigator
Smiling said
These simple rules apply
To those of us who travel
Or who wonder at our lives

The first we should remember is
However difficult or far,
To know where we are going
We must first know where we are

The second is less obvious
But it is sometimes best
Even when the sign points East
To get there going West

For everywhere are circles
And we can use them so
To get where we are going
Against or with the flow

So when you would explore the Earth
The heavens or your minds
Make use of what we live amongst,
Circles stars and signs

The Religions of Man

by

Egal Bohen

The Religions of Man
Are like vast rivers
Meandering slowly
Across the great plains of Life to the Ocean
Fed by different sources
Flowing to the same destination

The trouble is
Some flow so slowly that they have lost direction
Some have altogether dried up
Others have become so polluted that they sustain no life and have lost their purpose

Thats why its best to use your life to get as close to the shore as you can yourself
Where you will find a fast clear stream that flows straight into the sea

We don't have to ask how
The information we need to do this is already within us
If we take the time to look

Leaf

by

Egal Bohen

Single leaf
On a tree
Gold as November
Clings tenaciously to life
So stubborn in the wind
Defiant of it's time
Survivor
Affinity
Mankind

The Unicorn

by

Egal Bohen

Have you seen the Unicorn?

He hides amidst a forest of words
Which make him hard to see

No
Not
Have not
Cannot
Possibly
Be

But he is there
At the edge of the wood
He sometimes comes to stand
To enlighten a world that cannot see
The fabric of his land

See
See there beneath that tree
See his silver coat that gleams without the sun
See his slender spiralled horn that says we are one

See how with head tossed back
His feet strike sparks from out the ground!
With eyes of smouldering fire looks he around!
The Unicorn
Of which ideas are born!

Some say his is a myth and cannot be
Wake up poor souls
If you you look hard you might just see the tree!

Space

by

Egal Bohen

Infinite

Unexplained

Expanded

Uncontained

All in front

None behind

New Horizons

Blow the Mind

The old mans eye

by

Egal Bohen

From the darkness came the Light
At the speed of its highest vibration
Bright
White
Anti-night
Enabling visualization

Full of the red of the reddest fire
The blue of the bluest sky
The green of the greenest emerald isle
The yellow in the old mans eye

The old mans eye - sigh

The old mans eye has seen the light
Seen for his generation
When he was young he drank of the sun
And dreamed of harmonization

Now as he lays at the end of his days
The light through his eyes is no more
But that light that's without is also within
Yet brighter than eyes ever saw

For from the spirit comes the light
At the speed of its highest vibration
Brighter
Whiter
Dazzling anti-nighter
Enabling realization

Circles Stars and Signs

by

Egal Bohen

The Religions of Man

by

Egal Bohen

Leaf

by

Egal Bohen

Single leaf
On a tree
Gold as November
Clings tenaciously to life
So stubborn in the wind
Defiant of it's time
Survivor
Affinity
Mankind

The Unicorn

by

Egal Bohen

Space

by

Egal Bohen

Infinite

Unexplained

Expanded

Uncontained

All in front

None behind

New Horizons

Blow the Mind

The old mans eye

by

Egal Bohen

summer

by

Egal Bohen

Summer
Come
Come again
The softness of the grass
Bending
Swaying Seeded corn
Poppies burnt into my mind
The heat upon the road
White dust
White dust
And butterflies
Air heavy sweet and close

Larks
Sweet peas
Gentle leafy trees
Pines against an evening sky
Pink and grey
That tear my heart this way

Summer
Summer
Come again
My memory loves you so

The Play

by

Egal Bohen

Re-programmed for our daily life
Brain full of new original strife
Why is it, when we first awake,
We have that moments hesitation,
When we momentarily decide,
Or ask the question,
Who am I?
What is the plot?

Then
Oh shit!
I had forgot
I'm in that life again
I'd rather be asleep!
My brain can't cope with this another day!
All those problems
Go away!

Yet
Will does get you out of bed
And in a moment it be said
The programme set into your head
Will start you on another day
Act1
Scene 2

Justlike a play!

Sleep

by

Egal Bohen

The light came and went away
The eyes closed
The body waned
The power fell
And slumber crept it's way across my fading conciousness

What is important now?
Now that I lay me down to rest
Exhausted

What is important now?
I cannot see my face
I might be seven
(Though I know that cannot be)
Inside I feel no differently

What proof have I of what I am
Of what I have
Or in what land
None

All is dark
And as my body drifts away
I have a thought..........
I start!
What did I say?
Ah yes, what is important now?

Now, before I pass into oblivion
Without a memory of what I am
Without so much a helping hand
Sleep

Now all my worries
Thoughts unspoken
Deeds done
Undone
Dreams broken
Would fit into the matchbox on the floor
Insignificant
So what's the worry for?

What is important now?
The Earth
Light
Heat
Peace
The rest is for the matchbox on the floor

Trinity of Order

by

Egal Bohen

All that is was will be
All that was was is
All that will be will be was
After it is is

What Time Forgot

by

Egal Bohen

Strange the World grows old yet we do not
Strange how swift life passes leaves shall drop
Strange our bodies wrinkle cannot stop
Strange the minds inside that time forgot
Strange the world grows old yet minds do not

The Frontier that does not wait

by

Egal Bohen

That
Which in temporary state prevails
But for a second
Or it's fraction
Midst this sea of multitudous forms
Endures forever

Our minute lives
So small
Extended
Locked into Time
Preserved
Appended
Here
Then unseen
But there
As in a dream

Times speed dictates our life
Our state
That frontier that does not wait

We cannot go back through the gate
For all is fixed upon the line
Unstoppable
Essential Motion
Known as Time

Time

by

Egal Bohen

Two
Independant
Moving
Elements

Are all you need for Time
One to go
One to stay
There you have the start of a day

This may sound too simple
For those who would dwell
For hour after hour
On theories more swell
But I have this feeling
That if all should stop

There'd be nothing to measure
For my dear old clock!

Boys Nightmare

by

Egal Bohen

The Universe is heavy
Its very heavy balls
I saw them one night
There's a million trillion zillion of them
And they're very very small!

I thought that night I'd count them
But every time I tried
When I looked up and saw the pile
I screamed
And then I cried

Dead Skin

by

Egal Bohen

The rock and stone
Of which our cities are hewn
Is but dead skin
One must assume