Interwoven through the decades
Like a dream fragmented
Recalling the laughter
Hiding the tears
Small talk, no mention of sorrow
Paths crossed by chance
Yet fused together in a past
Updating the similarities
Glossing over the failures
Not eluding to the passing of love
Love! What of its spoils, it's loss
Now coveting the richness of maybe
The longing for perhaps
To capture a time lost
Then by good grace and fortune
Re start the clock
Like a caravan crossing the desert
To a destination hidden to all but the chosen
Where the weave becomes tied, knotted
The richness of lifes tapestry completed.

The clock stopped.
It didn't wind down or grind to a halt, it simply stopped.
The ticking could be heard by others,
But not by you.
You were simply transfixed by the notion
Her legs crossed, her foot gently playing. Red toenails beneath nylon, her scarlet lips.
You would follow her to hell and back.
Every word spoken a half lie, and yet you, you only heard truth.
Reeled in like a marlin from the ocean, yet to her flotsam on the sargosa sea
Used for a night and alive like never before.
Then at dawn discarded.
To her a play thing like so many others.
To you?
A cruel and unusual punishment.

Steep steps and high walls
Uneven sidewalk and potholed roads
Missing tiles and leaking roof
All to be afraid of
Broken lamps and shadows hide
The fears that control our souls at night
Swinging like a fly screen door
Noises that make the senses cold
Afraid of stone
Afraid of wood
Broken glass and shutters thud
All it was it is no more
Architecture haunts your thoughts

Picture postcard lips and perfect hair, dressed to thrill but only her.
Older than she looks to them, but a heart inside younger still.
It takes longer now to look as good as this and makup steals many years.
No strings no ties she's free tonight to drink and dance till mornings light..
A spirit free to dance all night, till sunrise when her feet catch fire.
Many flit like moths to flame, she has no time for their games.
She dances as though her life depended upon it, with every note limbs extended.
Her eyes closed tight, oh she's not here, you weren't born where she now is.
Morning came and she fled the scene, just a face within their dreams.
She went native and off the path and disappeared, until next time...

There have always been silences
You never hear them begin
How can you?
In the morning,
coming home,
at dinner.
He's tired, she's stressed
It creeps in.
It grows
Then one day an explosion
The silences are gone
Rage replaced them
Anger and spite fill its spaces
The silences?
They simply left,
With me

Shy inquisitive always sincere.
Experienced cold simply a thrill.
Old fashioned In nylons twice his years.
The things she did are not for here!
Years later her daughter too, not his best move.
Then sat watching the stars and the waves come in.
Like slippers worn time and again, on and off, when both near.
A  quickie snatched on a canal bank, a crazy mistake but nice at the time.
Baby oil frenzied and really quite mad.
Then came the one who broke his heart.
Then back to slippers that still didn't fit.
Then many years with the last he believed.
Then back in the market past his used date
A much younger lover then came to his door, it wasn't what either was looking for.
Many options, none he desired simply no trust, empty inside.

So far away yet mentality so close
Between what we have and what we know
Is there a space for what we need
Or do we simply go on without a need
If I wanted to hold her, could I ever?
Seas away and never met
But something somehow seems to say
It would be more than okay
So lament your now and toast your past
For what may be a deam..
Could be your last.

I wrote a love song for no one
No special person to hear it
But everyone who listend loved it
All saw themselves in it.

I wrote a love song for no one
I just tried to show my soul
But people just asked questions
Who was it for I wrote

I wrote a love song for no one
It was the way it ought to be
What I imagined love was
The way it should feel

I wrote a love song for no one
Just words like thoughts, mixed up
The highs and lows of wanting
The dreams of love and lust

So if you hear a love song
It may be special just to you
You can guess why it was written
But never know the truth

Watching
Always watching
The presence
The persistence of vision
Always there
But never there
Sentinel
Seeing all
Saying little
Absorbing all
Sentinel
Making sense
Sorting out
Impartial
Devoid
Sentinel

I thought I'd seen a ghost
It was a mirror, and cruel
That can't be me I've grown so old
How did I change so fast?
Or was it slow and unnoticed
Answers a lot of questions
Raises to many more.

Once born it's never on thy lips
Upon thy brow a mothers kiss

Then others all will follow suit
Bestowing light and love to you

Instinct overrides them all
As lips to your brow they are called

Yet as you grow it seems to stop
Kisses to your cheek do flock

Then when love and lust appear
Kisses to the lips doth flow

Once again a child is born
Now you are drawn to their sweet brow

Yet years pass and twilight falls
You start to shed this mortal coil

Once again they come to kiss
On your brow,  not your lips

A cycle now almost complete
Ancestors call, it's time to leave

A kiss opon a wrinkled brow
Third eye closed, time to go

Dad!!!
Where can I  buy a fridge freezer, I'm hearing things that can't be real.
Dads head now spinning, can't fathom why so asks the question why oh why?
Why  because your mum has two and when I left one was new.
No it's not for me its for my friend, because her daddy upt and left
The first time in months she touched my heart because she showed she cared allot
So daddy asked what's it all about and his heart sank at how she cared for a friend she hardly knew as yet
Her mum works hard all the time and can't afford to get one now
She works all day on the farm and I want to get her one ok?
So what does a dad say to that when he finally sees behind his daughters mask
She has a heart and god its big,  so I guess I need to find a fridge!
So asked about and favours called to find a fridge for Dherrans  mum!
Off to Woolton and back again, we have one and I'm feeling great.
Four weeks later I still have one and no contact with Dherrans mum!!
Calls and texts and no reply! Oh how I've tried
So Emily tonights the night I'll leave it in your friends drive.
So off I popped and knock knock knock and eyes like saucers looking back!
I'm now sure I've got it wrong the house the number the whole shabbang
Who's this bloke and *** I'm in me onsie oh my god!
Introductions and no idea who or why he is here!
I'm Emilys dad well that fell flat, but dont I know you anyhow?
After deduction better than Sherlock Holmes he showed his badge it all came clear thank **** for that the fridge is here!!!
Fridge inside and cups of tea and laughter filled the air with glee
Talk of art and Shakespeare to a pleasant change from a Thursdays gloom
Then time to go and say goodnight, I rather liked the onsie sight!!!
So there's the tale and simple enough..
Don't underestimate a childs love
x

I held on for so long, the tightest grip on a tearing reality, the fabric old, decaying
It's very fibres parting, splitting and twisting in a thousand ways.
No savior to pray to, forsaken by all gods.
And the devil?  He was too busy watching the last seconds to make a deal.
I imagined a battle for my soul or its remnants decayed, having been eaten out in life now empty for death
What of death? Oh reaper man where art though this evening? Show yourself!!
Is the bitter cold I feel upon my face as I slip your touch
Be you here now with me?
Should I cry for help?
Would any voice be heard
Or do I travel alone tonight?
This dark dark dark night

Running where?
From or to?
pleasure or necessity?
competing or for fun?
essential or pleasure?
release of constraint?
Just running

Anna entered the room like a butterfly, gossamer to all.
Her face told a different story. One of sadness and hurt.

She wore only the finest silks and seamed cuban stockings.
All eyes latched upon her and followed  every step. But no real man ever approached her.
No saviour could get near.

She wore none of her finery, the choice all his.
A trophy bride,
sold like raw meat in her childhood.
It was normal in her village, her adolescence stolen from her.

Anna's delicate neck held an overbearing sapphire necklace. It was overkill in every way.
All for show, all chosen by him, all for him.

He entered with his cronies as though owning the club.
The way he thought he owned her.
Thought indeed, for there is always a price in ownership.

Hours past champagne and fake laughter abounded.
Then she stood up.
Immediately challenged!
She wished to go and powder her nose.
Naturally escorted, god forbid she made outside contact.

But she was not watched within. Minutes passed then... The scream.
She had left, Anna had escaped him.
The anger on his face !
He had no control, lost face in front of them all.
For Anna, oh beautiful Anna lay sylph like wrapped like a cloud in her white dress, its silk floating in a pool of her life blood.

She had left, she was free.
Now her face was different, white, ashen but at peace.
Free..
Anna had left.

So when looking at others you see outwardly what they want you to see
You can sense from their actions where  they in fact are even if they don't know.
From their words more.
Their touch more again.
We colide with people and on collision loose parts of us and gain debris.
Seldom we collide when at the same state of mind in body and emotions.
Often it's in turmoil from a recent collosion.
To some extent greater or lesser we all move from definition to definition of what and who we are or become
Its the perception of inner self relative to others
and to ones self.
That is the soul

Often Imagined
Sometimes yearned for with a longing so deep it Unsettles the whole body
Wanton in display by some, unbridled
Trepidation in that first touch of lips by others
More often an empty display in greeting
Bodies charged to react, yet they may replulse
As chemistry can create, yes it can also destroy.
Moving closer like a precision landing
Eyes wide open until the moment
The touch, then closed
As the peach flesh of the lips collide
What happens next..
Only they will know

Undress me she said
Not with your hands
With your words instead
Then poet take me to a place
Where speech makes my body crave
The more I like, the more you see
So poet softly speak to me
Make the hairs rise upon my neck
Tell me of the written word
Make me weaker verse by verse
Till all is left, my underwear
Then whisper soft and that comes off
I think you've finished, words enough..