It’s Time!!!

It’s time for the monks to leave the caves

It’s time for the mediators to mediate

It’s time for the weary to weave their magic

It’s time for the lost to find themselves

It’s time for the indoctrinated to get educated

It’s time for the living to live

It’s time for the poor to prosper

It’s time for the hurt to heal

It’s time for the rich to realise

It’s time for the warrior to weep

It’s time for the messenger to deliver

It’s time for the weak to walk

It’s time for the leaders to lead

It’s time for the strong to stand

It’s time for the awake to arise

It’s time for religion to die

It’s time to be who you are

It’s time to remember

It’s time for the magic

It’s time to tell the truth

It’s time

Michael J McCartney, RH

Happy Days


Fear – The Thursday Freestyle

I’m tired of living in fear

Forget it

It’s time to invite him in

And pour him a beer

Sit him down a the table

And stare

Right into his face

Before spraying him with mace

Like I said I’m tired

And I have to admit

My actions invited him here

But it’s now time to get inspired

His eyes still wet and red

I’ll push him to the floor

Looming above him

I’ll tell him I’m not a slave

Not anymore

But like I said

He’s here for a reason

So I’ll give him what he’s owed

To leave the reason unsettled

Would be nothing short of self treason

I’ll pay may dues

Give him what he came for

And then like bouncers say with a wry smile

I’ll escort him out the door

David Horn

The Darkness And The Star – The Thursday Freestyle

In the darkness there rest stars

Framed by but the same as the dark

Both are equally magnificent

The darkness shows the star

The star shows the darkness

The presence of both shows a beauty harnessed

Both need eachother

Both are each other

Awareness in the eyes of an universal mother

Nothing is substance

Substance is nothing

All exquisitely different but beautifully the same

Let us observe beauty

Let us be beauty

Let us create beauty

David Horn

Tree + Train = Taxi + Talking – The Thursday Freestyle

People can be dicks

Isolated and insulated

Often other people

Don’t feature in their picks

But every now again

Everyone’s secret desire for human contact

Sneaks out before the conditioning can maintain

Helping, sharing and in fact

Just having a conversation

It’s beautiful for the soul and the brain

Take a cold Saturday night

A tree had fallen on the train line

Such was the wind’s might

Disappointed travelers  took on an annoyed tone

As for home they did pine

Words were spoken

People’s personal bubbles were broken

And suddenly five strangers

Were splitting a taxi those crafty travel arrangers

Questions and jokes

This lady and four blokes

Laughed all the way home

Not once resorting to Facebook

Or their phone

This wasn’t virtual, this talk was real

And you know, It was fun

All this interaction

And when this taxi was done

No one knew anyone’s name

Because it didn’t matter

Deep down we’re all the same

That tree on the line

Set up this chance meeting

It’s good to escape the techno chatter

And every now and again have a little natter

Even if the moments only fleeting

David Horn

Poem, Taxi, Strangers Talking, Leaving The Bubble

Always Pay Attention – The Thursday Freestyle

This is sadly a true story, but all’s well that ends well.  Thank you to the friends that got me out of this one!  I hope you enjoy! – David

Always pay attention

It’s one of those mantras

They often mention

And they’re right

So here’s a tale

About an attention fail

Camping was the plan

In the Anglesey hills

And it was the first time

I’d be enjoying those camping frills

To camp though you need gear

And no

I don’t just mean beer

So down the shop me and a friend

Waded through the mountain of equipment

So much stuff!

When all I wanted was a tent

Green bag after green bag came before our eyes

Tents, seats and sleeping bags – all out to bluff

Time passed but we did it

And off on a journey across the Menai straights

We all went

All speaking to anticipate

The good times we were going to have

Arriving we claimed our corner of field

With trees and fire wood

We set up camp as best as novices could

We all unfolded our tents

Mine looked kind of wrong though

Everyone else’s tents were an entirely different build

Closer inspection revealed it wasn’t a tent

It was a wind shield

A damn fine wind shield

But as far as keeping me warm and dry

I’d have been unfulfilled

If not for my mates

So what they say is right

Pay attention, read the label

Even if it just means a dry night’s sleep

It’ll make every situation a happier fable

David Horn