words from thin air
laid thickly down

a search for melody
to be found

with a heartbeat
- silence your spouse

goodbye has swept me off my feet
I landed awkward but surprisingly free

I too have uttered 'goodbye'
setting someone free

freedom can be a stranger
and strange freedom can be

to water the Sunflowers or wait
-no science here
-no alchemy
just a love of flowers.

the Sparrows sing their hearts out
just long enough to wake me
from daydreaming

buyer beware
bought regret
brings sadness
becomes death

a seat for solitude
solitude for song

a brimming cup
to the sea

echoes across oceans
a trade route

the union
of barter.

reverberation of BANG
eons of light

voices of poets
sounding out the dark

opening the gateway to the divine
a prayer for an open heart
-let words bleed into the universe
a drink for the thirsty

baa answered with BAA
lamb and Mum

roaming the fields
eating the green

one soon to be
making up the butchers display

how do you experience waking?
I am completely f...ed
not bad for a spiritually castrated ******

sit back, do not fret
your accuser is lost

-caught their tongue
in their own trap

jumping from the present moment
takes imagination
before your body catches up
and you find yourself in a neverending future

cauldron, furnace
nuclear star shine

temperature rising
blood boiled

heated extreme
burnt out

an end game
accelerated death

nothing moves very fast
Daystar has everything licked
- a very sedate dance indeed!

seam of love
wide, golden

fire in flux
star burning

touched by love
gentle healing

a handful of dust
songs of poets.

a seed planted by love
for love of poetry
-transporting mind and heart
brief moments adding up
-to eternity

lamb bleats
mother answers

calves frolicking in the cresh
aunties watch over

angels wait
with bated breath

a chirrup here
a chirrup there
within the sycamores canopy
-shelter from Sun and rain
safe harbour from Mr Hawk.

songs of Seagulls pierce the blue
plaintive plain song like monks
psalm song on lips from hearts
- broken on the shores of love.

the shepherd across the way has an anger management disorder,
quite pronounced and hard to deny, I wonder whether He is in fact possessed by some unwholesome spirit, His shouting fills the valley  
His curses toward His dog very colourful to say the least. Poor dog.

its hard to fit in when you carry around pockets full of dreams
and if truth be known you have no wish to hammer yourself a round peg into a square hole. So you wait and search for the way out of a life you really do not belong in, its a secret you were born with, that refuses to be ignored....

it is not something you can share
'the impossible dream'

the only way you knew how to
'was, is, to live it'

to have a chance at fulfilling a dream-like-reality
and in so doing being fulfilled.

sacrifice seemed impossible
and left to myself it was indeed

the cogs turned
the milkyway spiralled

the mysterious ways of love
held me fast

you have your secret
I have mine

I carried mine
fifty three years

but more than this
it was given before the world began

rooted down deep
-a calling

attraction keenly felt
-a knowing

connected to the soul
-a childlike serenity

repeat, repeat, repeat
in a thousand thousand
thousand different ways

building blocks hewn from stars
minds of clay spangled

walking out from the sea
-seasalt seasoned veins

strolling from out the forest
making offerings at the shrine

unique face, unique life
from before time began

fighting for life to live its course
laid down in the foundatios of the universe

bloodletting was popular in times past
but it was coincidental to any healing taking place

having passed on down through the hips
a first tentative breath
filled to the brim with a scream!

dearest love
a jumbled ask

needs already known
needs must

a supplication
a shared love.

a gentle touch of love
skin on skin
reaching deep within

a unity wrought with fire
a great hammering
ringing down through centuries

a vibration of the mind
a single heartbeat
union of God and Man.

tracking down words
listening mode

spirit evanescense
rejuvenated

at one
with the one

the all in all
I Am.

depth is forged and hammered on the anvil
sometimes your the anvil
sometimes the hammer
leaving you in new depths of understanding
a new glint of steel in your soul

sometimes an 'ALLELUIA'
bursts forth
set free
from
your heart

the road narrows
round a corner
out of sight

but thats ok
travelled that experience
before

a bird sings
the present moment
beautiful

great good is on its way
which means its already here

today is a cut the grass day
a sunshine vista
blue sea blue sky
the scent of cut green
a ride on the mower.

the great sagging
pulled down into the grave


a story written in skin
a story chiselled in stone

the magic of vegetables
colours of the rainbow
- time lapse growth
a slow decline to eternity
skin deep love of self
love of Jesus
love of others
a life laid down
a life well lived
the magic of vegetables
colours of the rainbow
time lapse growth.

voracious appetite for killing
comes after much murdering
and it can take war to satiate

extracting words from flint
oftentimes it shatters
this fragile heart

pheasants carry their message
and when I see one,
I am reminded of the message

star struck
star hewed
star mind
star love
star lovers
star wed
star thought
star night
star day

weaved and wrapped
intertwining vines

one has poetry on their tongue
while another listens out for song

glistening lips
lubricating words

composing your way back home
a poem and a song
-to help pay the ferryman
to cross over to the distant shore

yawning gaps
watching your step

be careful

you may go headlong-
into a mountain

a kink in the road
an agonising wound

limping in the way
traversing the deep

a single candle flame
a cupped hand

fire in the sky
one star to follow.