Turning around
I caught a glimpse
looking back
staring
from far away
my past self
the ghostly haunting
wasn't over yet
would never finish
until death.

I rode that false trail until twisted and useless
the muscles could not take anymore
forced to realise a dream come true the pain set me free
sets me free every night and day

love slowly softly rounds the sharp edges
as you give yourself more and ever more
to loves overriding responsibility for you.

to slip unseen betwixt day and night
a song sung in silence
- traced poems across the sky
dipped fingers in ochre, the Sun
and yellow Moon romance.

someone I heard
from the other side of the World
liked late night conversations
Poets being wordsmiths
and words being their currency
I thought I would put her
out of her silent misery
A poetess for sure from what I read
of her work
She can sit back now in her retirement
knowing we will talk about her poetry
and forever try to unpack her thought process
while drinking cocktails and eating sausages

heard the song of Whales
cries of children
those boasting of conquest
songs of birds
the calls of war
innocent bystanders
listened to hatred
blocked out all malice
that so to enter beauty
and having arrived
I bid you welcome.

slap on another label
I will live it to its end
change as the weather changes
when times up
slap the new label on
disintegrated person
time to find your centre
stay there as long as you can
where all labels cannot enter
and all but breathing connects
to the material world

rain hits the window
a shower of tapping
organised wet
blown by wind force
from out the cosmos
somewhere deep in the mind
the collective observations
and organised dust particles
blown together seemingly
random weathered rocks
crawling out the waters
mineralised and breathing

the sorrow in the walk
is what gives it away
They walk to the military graveyard
to remember to respect
walk away
and thank God they are still alive

something came
in between
every thing
always will

I send up my prayer at rocket speed
and the answer parachutes down sedately,
-in no hurry but at a pace I can accommodate
and my finite self can understand,
while the caresses of peace on my soul,
can last the whole day through.

now I understand a little
and bow to honest comment
and sail away

Hills that look like whales
cavorting across a sky sea
Dawn only ever half asleep
yawns into the night dreaming
While all gentle stars shining
peek over the days horizon
fading into a blue tomorrow

knitting wooly words that itch
scratch the complacent
in me
I am surprised every time
and go deeper
Into the realm of loves supremacy

Its not your flesh
but then again

its through your flesh
I get to know you

I was clutching my dreams and nightmares in either hand
when you first caught sight of me.
But you didn't notice.

your dreamy accentuated into my mind
I bowed down to friendship
bruised and cut
I love you still
give you my words

Whispered the word 'love'
sent it free into the universe
the universal 'love'
all around and within us
Whispered back 'Love'

There is a diagnosis where the constant need to write is one of the major symptoms
- a mental illness
I do not mind if this is true of myself
as long as I am not being a constant stalker, like some....

Buttercups have burst
filling their cups
held out to the Sun
and drink of clouds
their yellow chosen
gowns- and crowns
irresistible to Bees
busy making golden-
filled cones of honey
yellow shouts to
the world come
see how I have been
chosen and dressed
by the hand of nature

a childs view looking up at this very bearded chin-
where there is no chin-
looks in wonder-
and I understand-
the barrier is breached
by sweets-
and the child looks at me-
a living moving teddy bear

the experience of being hunted
and the ability to get away
is practised when very young

love comes unexpected
arrives with fanfare
out the quietness of the heart

you play God and water a flower
judge jury and executioner
swat a fly and dead head roses
all in the blink of an eye

The tumbled and tumbling
scatter their stone
to be swallowed by the earth.

Some mans hands arranged a home
stone on stone, upwards out the dirt
a shelter for wife and siblings.

A fire of peat lit up the hearth
where now no stories are told
No pipe is lit or bones warmed.

These testaments ride the winds
where no roof is found
no door to close against the world.

I slept like a bear sleeps all winter
and woke ravishing hungry
to a full dish of summer

the music of listening
is filled with silence
silent songs of the ages
Written on the hearts
of all creation
the singing of the ancient
Poets.

the deep rock of the roll
Man, Woman,
While we dance, real close

It will never be like this again
'A momentary lapse of Reason'

Sometimes song leaves my lips
but mostly from my fingertips
-I draw poems in the sand.

I talk to the Sycamores-
the eight sentinels
ones I planted as seed

Ten or more years-
I touch their trunks
tell them they are doing well

They in turn shelter
and much more
love me as their own.

its for sure your family took part in hunting Mammoth
which generation stopped eating Elephant is a bit hazy

Day rolled out
I rolled over
many times
Then the strength
of day remembered
gently coaxing
Me to rise
filled muscles
and mind
To take more
proactive part.

Arriving in a flip flop year
our minds upside down
we have been doing handstands
ever since.

I always knew much more than I should have
and compared to what I do not know it is nothing at all

if you are looking for lipstick on a collar
a smoking gun
you have missed your true vocation

its good to party with others;
Spirit from the spirit world;
this is the best partying

give me one sentence
and I will sing
outa tune
to earth and heaven
the long dead
newly wed
and those about to divorce
love is the colour of my money
the only real currency
acceptable throughout all history
love is my food, water
and rest, the bed I sleep on
the confusion of facts
and all those fairy stories
ever told.

drinking beer from a plastic cup
next it will be condoms for balloons

poetry just would not be the same
the ****** comments
made by beyond help ******'s

please comment again
when you are in your straight jacket
tied down and injected

and being human it will give me the greatest laugh
much more than i am laughing
now

chickens, sheep with lambs,
the occasional cow or two;
all travelling down, or,
across the road,
not forgetting,
Oyster catchers and Curlews
birds of every hue
and Humans riding wheels
swerving in and out,
out and in,
as you do

Quilts and winter blankets
my small den of hibernation
is where I am at my best
for a good five months.
Crawl in and crawl out, again,
for a few hours of shortening daylight.
I have the genes of a Bear
and the hair on my head and face
lay testament, to these things.
I could be a wolfman, especially,
when I wake up, Howling,
Over what, is anyones guess.
Maybe the need of mating, deep
In the DNA, of a wild creature.

Why could we not be honest-
how messed up-
our world was.
Saved us the trouble-
of the hard way.

into loves forging flame
I offer my heart to burn
all the dross of attachment
to fall away from me
and to be free again to love
a pure love transparent flame
of blue and green and red
the dawning of a new day.

What makes every moment count?
how do we come alive every second?
does the mystery of creation suffice life?

Light up my reality
let us talk of things perceived
leave sound and sights behind
A journey through to the other side

Created become the creators
every moment opens
for us to look inside
There this is what we find
faking it? no! we have left that world far, far, behind

Feel it? life in a moment passing by
an addictive cocktail feeling high
mixing past present and future
capture its sweet nectar

We have stood still in the universe of our minds
stopped counting the seconds that make up man made time
Gone way back father than our ancestors beginnings of life

We are the moment happening
every thought every twitch
making up the picture perceived
Talking silently together while the moment passed

Here we are at last
Savouring  the future of the present
making up our past.

Temple
ravaged
Temple
re-built
Altar
Sacrifice
The
Temple
The
Temple
Body
Mind
Soul

strawberry lips

taste of strawberry

strawberry tongue

tattooed pimpled licks

its good very good to see you lost to laughter
this is when I love you most
You; simply loveable