...its the judging that separates so badly..
..to the point of no living up to any ones expectations..
...alienation and violence go hand in hand..
after the judgement...

nothing stops for Monday
routine keeps busy, hands
made for making while
the devil grinds his/her teeth

We all have suckled at Eve's breast
lifted up in Adam's sweat
felt the pain of mothers
witnessed Adam working hard
only to fall time after time
on knees in the dust, while Eve
pain of childbirth, wept,
into a universe of silence.

your art shook my foundations
disturbed my complacency

now I understand
why you are so needed

plain as you are
your voice came to me

and then I realised
it was I who was speaking

there is a sit down place
where all have sat before
a choice to stay or go

some have sat here
since first times

there is a sit down place
where all is all
see sit down place

I pull fingers through my beard
untangling the night
while my mind gropes around
for anything sublime
I realise there is nothing deeper
than the love that cradles its child
all the way to dreams
tumbling out an untangled beard.

beauty roused the world from slumber
took it by the hand and danced it to freedom
on a merry go round and funfair full of-
candy and apples- the laughter of forgiven children
can now be heard throughout all creation

criss cross crossing
hello havn't seen you here before
I would love another drink
hey don't, I do not know how to dance
Can you dig that drummer.
Hey I thought we were lovers.
Would you like to go outside.
Hell my overprotective brother just walked in.
**** I just ran out of friends.
Got a light.
Man I can hear you from here.
****. the taxi has arrived.

Disempowered
sat in the dentist chair

the most disgusting I ever seen
is a human put to death
and not by some other animal

some hold the high ground
claim it as theirs
soon to realise they have built on sand.

Frankenstein has nothing on the Modern Phenomenon
of freakish plastic surgery

a parade of haircuts, chosen clothing
we talk small talk at a distance
waltz around filling our baskets
the weather is mentioned, often

the wild enjoys an intelligence not found in the domesticated

when it all starts to look like the inside of a dump truck
to act soon, seems advisable

this world deserves to be loved
is lovable
no scientist has managed to disprove this

Your goodwill sent on an eternal path
-touched all hearts ever made
one thought in a universe of pain
-healed so much in its simple way
all those rippled ponds
-the gentle creation of a world of love
from the carpenters sweat working wood
-to hanging on the wood of the cross.

a fleeting moment
you stood still as a stone

you were trying to think
encased in mystery

let it go make room
grow be free

live into the future
cradling the present

one day my turn will come
I will be freed of all that stifles
free with all others
in the blink of an eye
utterly changed to live eternally.

living the eternal, while living in the mortal
takes a lot of adjustment, at times,
akin to juggling, with your eyes closed

With absolute freewill a trigger is pulled
and the same fingers can caress a lover.
There is something deeply amiss with Mankind
a thirst for death masquerading as life giving.

skin confronts all alien worlds
accepts and rejects
the petals of the rose
and the thorns of its protecting

Waiting in the wings the flat-line holds her breath
but she knows she always wins, in the end

and her holding her breath is for her own amusement-
a game she daily plays with death.

hooked up to her video game
all a heart can do, is play her game, and wait.

I jumped into a skin
and found old bones
a poets poetry
scattered across years.

Man has scrabbled in the dirt all his life
preparing a patch for growing
food for his belly
at the risk of losing everything
he sprays the world for profit
like a cat marking bounderies
He keeps the starving out his field of dirt
with scarecrows and blasts from his shotgun
riding the stock market he counts his money.

the only aircraft over head:
sea rescue helicopters;
no commercial flights
every now and then
shattering every nerve
military jets
low fast dominant
and deathly

I saw a man selling sunlight in jars
I bought one
for you

silence has claimed me
the vastness of space
has dissolved all limits
constantly pointing-
out her lover hiding
there
just over the horizon
Blushing the sky
crimson

Do not wash my hair
dress me up
or close my eyes
I am what I am
a husk, a shell discarded
and turning up at my own funeral in a bow tie
all shampooed and combed hair
with my eyes shut as if napping through it all
would never be my idea of acceptable.

all the photographs are blowing in the nuclear wind
photos of trees and lands and people
the sea has boiled dry and the sky has gone away
they walked into it blindfolded by wishes and propaganda
"it wont happen" they said on placards to placate the truth
while the Earth is a blackened ball spinning with death
"it wont happen"

everything has cast its shadow today
as the fire in the sky looked on
doing its thing

all flames and burning
not allowing any eyes to watch
the naked self offering

Burst of blood red cheeks
love walked shyly
hand in hand
a game of courting
mind bending sweet torture

some smells
make you retch
a rotten egg
for instance

having very nearly bumped noses
do you think it was fate?
or is this just one of those things?
"Sorry" our first words, seems destined...

the pregnant present moment
is full of free gifts
but its up to you to give help to her delivery

Its refreshing to be surprised
a small happening out the ordinary run of things.
You soon realise when enjoying the moment
it took a whole lot of goodness from a whole lot of diverse folk
to make the surprise complete, and your own input was relatively minor.

an animal never commits an injustice
-a dog
-a cat
they are true to their nature, and that is quite a lot

what of Man?

the slaver?
the one with all the modern ideas?
the one with the white skin?

Heavy with water
Brighter than Sun
Spirit uncontainable

the sounds of the bagpipes
found their way through my window
I imagined them being played
as the Highlanders marched into battle

Love saw me hiding
so we played awhile
hide and seek
but in the end
Love could not stay hidden
long enough
to play the game

every time a door opens
its so beautiful

the graveyard is forever filling up
headstones in neat rows

your name will be read there
along with your two dates

it may say 'poet'
or may say nothing at all

allowing silence to speak
allowing silence to be.

travelling caravan
this convoy
is not stopping soon

A tin full of cake
and a tin of kidney beans
Landed on my doorstep

Oh the wonders
of neighbours!

silence reaches down from the farthest corners of space
claims my inner voices' be still and listen'
and I find myself listening for days unable to speak a word
and into the void of silence I touch the stars.

bone keeping all that jelly
together
in one place

Dracula scared and ******
many victims into his game
Ancient stories- re -vamped
Black and white movies-
Holly- Holly wood
White witches and blood -suckers
How the world fell in love-
With masters of Horror and gore

Replanting a Cactus can be tricky

where children cannot see the problem

Prickles in nature come in all shapes and sizes

and we lose the moral battle, often

A single Red Carnation incarnate
waivers in the storm-
spilling colour into the wind-
defying all the odds.