I WILL HAVE A MEDIUM BOKOR PLEASE

DEAR ANGEL  This is a poem that came about during my work with the ascended masters. Thanks to Purely Kwan yin/Annette Straight my mentor and guide while i learned about the ascended masters and how they would fit in with my spiritual journey.  The dear angel poem has a long story and helped a grieving father reconnect to his daughter in spirit .i've also found its be a help to others as they go about there day ,giving them that push to keep going no matter what is ahead of them.  Dear angel of the morning  come into my life  Oh angel of the morning  take away my striff  Dear angel of the the day  take my woes away Oh angel of the day  help me fly away  Dear angel of the evening  take my stress away Oh angel of the evening  give me strength to play  Dear angel of the night  keep the demons away Oh  angel of the night keep me safe until the break of day .....

LIGHTNING STRIKE  This is one of my very early poems. written around 2003. I believe the inspiration came from working with the spirit world. when i wrote this piece it took 30 seconds to compose and it was during work .  and i knew i had to write it down somewhere even though i was in the middle of a stressful day    LIGHTNING STRIKE Lightning strike with thunder bright  While all around turns to night  Flash of bright resounds the dark      While all around wet is the bark Tap tap on the arid terra  Waters run from the blanket sky Grass once pert now stagger  Fowl hide in shelters few  from the torrent of dew Yellow beam breaks the blanket   the second dawn came well noticed  Flowers awake with no frustration  Birds a sound with jubilation. By Ray Bokor 

THE SUN  As a follow on from my moon picture and my sun flowers,  i thought it only fair to praise the sun in all its glory. All these were taken by ray bokor on various cameras  The  Middlesbrough transporter bridge        Tees Valley Sunset              The river Aln in Northumberland          Over Eston Hills from Guisborough

    BROKEN ANGEL I have written many poems and shared them on Facebook apart from this one. This is called broken angel and i know a lot of people will see this in themselves. People get hurt both emotionally, mentally and physically, but that never stops them from being themselves and continuing to be the angel they were meant to be. When I wrote this poem I shared it with a good friend who was also a musician, she went on to write music for it and it became a song .I was so stunned when I heard the results .as a broken angel myself it gave me the kick and boost I needed to believe in myself at the time.   I’ve put a YouTube link in after the poem of the song being performed so sit back and enjoy.    BROKEN ANGEL Shattered angel falling to this blue land This poor soul needs a hand A step back up from the down So sick of been seen as the clown. Wide awake day after day Only aloud sleep when the wolves are away S...

This was my first dip into song writing many years ago  Summer dress As she stood in her summer dress and said goodbye more or less to the Good times that where collected. My heart was beating in my head with all the untruths that she said I couldn’t believe it was happening Chorus But it’s all gone now that vision of The summer dress has blown away   In the wind and left me alone. I look back at her so proud in her summer dress so pleased at What she was achieving. Making sure she put the last of the love to rest even though my heart was Bleeding Chorus But it’s all gone now that vision of The summer dress has blown away   In the wind and left me alone. I fight the demons every day they never fail come what may I just hope day by day the visions of the summer dress Fades away. So I can move away from winter. Chorus But it’s all gone now that vision of The summer dress has blown away   In the wind an...

EARLY WORKS Some of my early works .i was exploring writing and concepts of life when i wrote these little ditties . I was looking at the world though kaleidoscope glasses when i wrote them...  The ramblings of a madman Haunted by the past because his dreams didn't last Sickened by fate because life wouldn't wait Hanging by the ally looking for release Taking a step back just in case of attack Driven by posturing a language of stance Written in words that took more than one glance Stepping out of his inward approach Knocking down statues that won't crumble away Looking for an exit from the affray Diving in with mouth open wide Drowning with feelings that he should hide Seeing through eyes that should know better Speaking in tongue that splits the line No knowing the right pose to take Maybe its time for a break On the way back he comes to pass His life was only made of glass So easy to break this fragile noose Pushing it home to be let loose...

  GUIDES    In 2010 I was sat on  a flight to California writing another chapter of my spiritual journey. I was on my forth visit to the great state and will be visiting Yosemite national park to pay homage to one of my guides. Margret “tabouse” Howard is her name she is a member of the Yosemite Valley miwok tribe. Her role when she was alive was head basket weaver and tourist guide for the native American museum in the park . how do I know she is my guide I hear you ask ! well the story begins in 2006 a week before I was due to leave on my second trip to California to meet my good friends Dick and Judy. I was sat in the grange town spiritualist church open circle on a Wednesday evening and my good friend Frederica cooper told me that while she was away on holiday a native American lady visited her (from spirit ). She told me the lady told her to tell ray to share. At the time the message confused me somewhat.       So that weekend I...