Lonely furrow, deep
deep enough to plant
watch over , **** and water.

Aspiring poets curse

Blight, of their fellows
rampaging through
a meagre crop, loved

Forever sharing
Something.
In spite of
Ourselves.

Sharing
On a monumental
scale.
Everything.

you watched the magician
bewitched

and magic fell from the mouths
two strangers

communicating
the best magicians of all  

abracadabra

they fell in love

does the body decay in equal measure
to the weakness of the spirit animating
a puppet on a string dancing madly
all for an audience of fellow puppets
eating burgers and pizza, drinking cola
with their whiskey and ***** on ice
a throw back to the last ice age winter
something they would rather forget

Talk often so that others may find mirth in your stories
and laugh at yourself, help destabilise all ego's.

All who were leaving have rushed to catch the last ferry
and left us to our fates
its a kind of lockdown
and you check all is tied down outside, for one last time.
Storm force, gale force, all manner of ships will be running for shelter
there , out in our bay's meagre offering, but its far better than staying out in open water, where all hell will soon be let loose.

swaying on the edge
I have deep fallen

gathered in
a pure spider

saved my life
for a second

spun me round
and round

a mummified
snack for later

digital heart beats
and strange interstellar
conversation
Hello are you open to love and procreation

I know you have fifteen legs and two heads
and I come up quite a bit freaky
but for the sake of our babies
Hello lets get married

I jumped into the depth's
those murky depth's
where life is strangest of all
almost impossible
but there it was, waiting
a confrontation with myself
and only a force outside of me
could love me as I am
and I fell in love too
with the strangest creature of all

all the wreckage and discard
man could possibly leave behind
is made shelter by tiny creatures

I loved you even more, if that were possible (and it is)
when you introduced your family and I at that cocktail party.
And I had never been to a cocktail party, its just a memory
of watching Hollywood black and white films from the fifties.
All the same I was in love with the whole cocktail thing,
so much so in love with you, I asked you if you would marry me.
Will you marry me ?

we rub
us sand
particles

and still
we make
a beach

today the loneliness of the world
blows a forlorn wind not sure
of itself or which way to go
so neither going this way or that
scrubs around waiting for dusk
to fall- night to reign and hide all
the cold blank staring faces bourn
on the wind that has nowhere to go

a child leads holding every ones hand
through it all through it all
and onto life eternal life eternal
bowing low because the door is small
the door is small the door is small
the childs humility leading through it all
through it all through it all
and out the other side the other side

all is within the spin
a great mixing, however,
the surface only is ruffled;
a deeper truth stays peaceful
the still centre of confident loving

cold is sweeping across my bones
and my mind retreats further
and further, resigned to winter

a maniac keeps knocking my window in the depth of night
has done so on and off for four years
I cannot decide on security cameras or a good old fashion man-trap
either way I find it hard to be Christian about it and admit I am far from turning the other cheek.
There is a great blessing here somewhere, and to be persecuted, even though it may seem trivial in the great scheme of persecutions, a faith tested never beyond what you can handle, and taken as a healthy sign of the authentication of faith, is the one only true consolation.

a whole side of the hill
has been colonised
by a friendly tribe of daisies

I took my breath from a breeze
on its way to somewhere-
else and could taste-
where- it- been
summer over
yonder hill next the sea
a secret cove where
mermaids swim and
no one ever sees
but their perfume
forever on the breeze

Concrete minds set solid
re-enforced with comfort zones

everything in its place
and an answer for everything

all gleaned off the educator
the TV channels of choice

here comes your daily dose
lets all be quiet, be brainwashed

tiny minds washed
and hung out to dry.

I do want to woo you
do you want to woo me too
I am not the expert
but I am willing to learn
and if it all goes south
well, three compass points are left

sleepy summer full
all is so quiet;
the afternoon siesta
of the sated spirit

Forced into action
the bladder alarm
never ceases its call

Living so far north in the light
when you have a perch by the sea
the constant in a world of change
night is but a memory, gone by

You find yourself almost eternal
on an eternal plane in your mind
in the day looking out to sea
passed over into a peaceful realm.

You waved goodbye to the beach
while seagulls wheeled overhead
the smell of salt sea slowly vanishing

Life seemed over never to return
with your face buried in the coming years
and all you could think of was escape

Your escape came not the way you planned
it was cheaper and easier
freedom once again filled your heart

You found yourself on the beach
while seagulls screeched overhead
the salt sea filling your lungs.

this is where the spark of genius ignites
where the mind in fanciful flight
unrestrained by conventional thought
takes the unknown secret path

Quiet as a nun the day passes deep in prayer
Sunlit shining like a newly minted silver coin
all the blue sky tinted wispy white, wispy white
the Sun's diffused warmth through windows
blinds down, creeping into the skin of your hands
as your mind takes in all the promises of spring.

with the future tattooed into your skin
and twitchy fingers on triggers
Black and White is never that simple
where I be a ******* and my brother a ******

******* on cigars;
never was
fully weaned.

you spin me up
expecting heads or tails

but I have learned to levitate

Each word skips off lips like flames
a little of your favourite red lipstick smudged
and my ear gets a little redder with your hot breath
those lipstick smudged flames of yours setting my heart afire.

heat seeps through the walls
all is calm
Orcas patrol the sea
just down the road
one neighbour dives for coal
spilt out the many wrecks
I wouldn't be him
for all the coal in China

filling up the void with cold skin
where a mind full of words sing
out of tune and out of luck
the summer this year is shorter
and memories just keep haunting
the ghost of nothing in particular
pimples rise like high mountains
in a cold shower of stagnant water

Full ripe fushia bloom
-red as blood
-dripping
-each stem loaded
-hung down weighted
with Bumblebee harvesting
-wild with sunshine honey making.

All ferries are cancelled making way for the storm
tied to their piers, rocking back and forth, back and forth
ropes pulled tight, taut, no mail today, no fresh supplies
this is Robinson Crusoe life lived alive in the 21st century
a time set aside, cut off, forgotten by the rest of the World.

Everyday I wake
to yesterdays crime scenes
and feel a terrible ache
for justice.

each word finds its way
deep from the mystery
to join the dots together

The anvil rings with deft hammer blows
fire like a dragons breath bellows into the furnace
scattering orange specks in a plume above the coals
the anvil rings and sweat runs in rivulets
a man earns his bread and ale forging iron
sword or scythe its all the same to the blacksmith
Horseshoe for plough horse or war steed.
His children will sleep with full bellies.

I believe in cooperation
and I achieve it all the time
mainly by staying solitary.

if it wasn't for seeing couples walk hand in hand in love
I would never have believed
God walks hand in hand in love with me

Its in her head
all planned (born with super abilities)
and she builds
like no other can

a silken trap
tougher than Kevlar
harder than Steel-
and eight legs to spin with.( all wrapped up for snacking on)

in all the dusty roads
sore feet
was never a consideration
Until you came along
towel wrapped
and kneeling
you washed our feet

its true
smoking can shrink genitals

no bother to a committed
singlet


But if it can do that
what else is shrinking

sing to me one of your love songs
so that I may believe in love

I fear love has forsaken this land
its political leaders want the ultimate nuke

The renewal of Trident and nuclear submarines
hunting stealthily beneath the sea

Sing to me one of your love songs
so that I may believe in love

my robotic arm is the living interface
bridging a gap between  the here and now
and the computerised Full Human Robots
Living just round the screen of todays illusion

brothers
so many sisters;
you cant marry them all

why does the bee buzzzz
a communication of

Beware
when he is loved so much

Guess he sees us as potential
hairless honey stealing bears

life and death
meet
on equal terms

Only one man in history claimed " a giant leap for Mankind"
while taking a small step for a Man
and I think he was the first poet to walk on the Moon.
( his day job was an astronaut )
And he left his boot prints in the Moon dust as witness to his first hand experience to his poetry.