Wednesday, October 12, 2011

After wards

** afterwards **
There are seasons in the Sun
Storms of rain prevailing
Gloom opf eternal night
Searching for dawn's light saving
Then there are those moments
Incalculable in extreme
When something tragic occurs
Allow the world the upper hand
Take a decision desperate
Which ends own life
Stunts the potential
Leaves such grief and questioning
Is no solution you have found
Is no answer to your pains
This exit only leaves behind
The bereaved and ashamed
That they could not see this hurt
Could not anticipate this deed
Feel were not good enough
To give you the hope
To not to want to do this deed
Though alone this act committed
This secret act of life's betrayal
Now there are white lilies stark
Your name a whispered grief
This is when our existence dark
Is beyond our means to know.

Monday, October 10, 2011

a courting they will go

* a courting they will go *
When you close eyes
Seek silence of oblivion
Escape the busy day
Winding chatter pointless
The flirting and light teasing
Of the young naively courting
In each see the glow
Of life burning so cleanly and steadily
An Olympic cauldron of hope
Their words may go nowhere
Hearts may not be given
Still they buzz around each other
Sensing nectar of life
Life lived well and joyously
In their laughter angels sigh
As you sit there wise
All your experience cannot provide
Effervescence of their moment
These seasons in the Sun.

sacrament

* * sacrament * *
Dreams when waking torture
Of compliant lips meeting
The roar of blood in head
Surge of energy through body
Triggered by a kiss
A look or smile from you
To then explore the joy
Wonderment of your form
To kiss and carouse and hold
Through hours of day and night
Entwine as shipwrecked survivors
From life we have escaped
This bed our raft of kindness
Supplies in each other
Dip and taste this love
As tidal forces tug
Together united create
Sacred sacrament of our love
So I find in you
Hoping you find the same
An appointment and a reason
For life and love and time
No greater moments than this.

Trip

+++* trip *+++**
Lift me to heavens
Choirs hallowed in my ears
All the world in peace
Silver stars and moon glowing
Holy night indeed
Tripped by the acid
These sacred images gleam
Half is reality
Other half is dream
Kissing Sheba's locks
Anointed by the priests
All tomorrows seen
In kaleidoscope of space
The lulling tides of fish
Calling oceans of whales
Birds fly salute above
Sound of animals migrating
To bring honour to this house
All the world is wired
To thought and energy charged
Plugged in and connected
A single heartbeat of existence
Such precious visions seen
Glories of this night
Knowing in morn all lost
Shades of reality reset
For now the sweeping madness
Of a hallucinogenic lens
Lifting me to heaven.

truly self made

* truly self made *
Self made and self finished
All these angles jutting
Personality of sharp elbows
Possessing caustic acid tongue
A self belief which centres self
More central than the Sun
Around you all world revolves
Everyone is judged through your eyes
Of their benefit perform for you
Sweet manipulation of Juggling them all
In pursuit of your inner desires
And damn the laws or those
Who dare hinder or block your pursuit
This world is yours alone
A psychopath with a pleasant face
A sociopath without any qualms
Living in the perfect era
For you to work your charms.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Never ring true

+ tone wrong +
I am almost drunk
Almost insensible and half deaf
Almost numb
At the edge of such darkness
Between wakefulness and sleep
Might I now to sleep succumb
Or to an undiluted sense of fun
For here I am from myself so far
From crowded minute flotsam of life
Transported from daily stresses
See in glass reflected back
Someone freed from responsibility
Store the rational civilised mind
Take upon the mantle of passion and life
Shout too loudly every word
Express views reactionary
Try every cloak of who I might be
Within this fog of self-anonymity
Switch the masks of loyalty
From society to my harried self
Feel restraint and restraints fall undone
Talk in tongues of poet repressed
Rail against strictures to restrict
Feel the heat and ice of night
Rushed addiction of a stranger's kiss
Whirl and spring in new encounters
Become a born-again libertine
And those who have recanted are the worse
Preaching their selfish devilment
To any gullible enough to hear
Escaping their every days
In a wash of sweat and beer
And I am waiting for the crash
Cold sober realisation I can still reason
That I am not free at all
I am playing counterfeit to myself
A fool in knave's clothing
Attempting to dull my own sensibilities
When as spiky spines they poke through
Undoing all attempts at moral subversion
To my own drunken self ever true
How such self-knowledge chastens me
Reveals brutish unbelly sickening
Of the poet forever cast incorrectly
As a flawed bell never rings true.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Holiday freedoms

** holiday freedoms **
Colours of rainbow hue
Dreams solar and blue sky
Reflection of smile in glittering waters
Scent of salt in the air
Sand grains in your hair
Light loose skirts and shirts
Beach beneath soles of feet
This recreation holiday feeling
Flowers and grass and trees
Seems concrete and glass a life ago
City aural walls pierced
Now the rolling sea our sound companion
The words we speak of loving murmurs
No angry chatter of deadlines
Fallen off the edge of news delivery
Television a neglected empty silent box
We have a life beyond the couch
Sore muscles accept invigorating sleep
All is rest and activity and relaxation
Freed from those minor tyrants
Of Time and Work and Domesticity
We live the life of leisure
Such as Eden might have been
And try to stretch these holiday hours
Before we return from whence we have been.

So fascinating

* so fascinating *
You must appreciate how you appear
To someone outward looking in
You are not that red dot on your face
The books you have not read
Music and artists you do not know
You are not some ugly creature
So awkwardly made none consider
Do you have a boyfriend dear
Or some other passion which might prevent
Some deeper form of relationship
We see your bones where they appear
Collar delicate holding lines of chest
Marking how shoulders will be placed
We see the hidden places you do not
Small and planes of your back
Warm curves of your buttocks
We see how skin folds and moves
The growing flush of passion
Arch of foot and flight of ankle
The deliciousness of fingers
Succulence of naked wrist
How your body in all proportions forms
The girl or woman we would adore
We admire the delicate elegant engineering
Of this body you possess
Hope the mind is half as interesting
Though we fear if it is
This fascination for you may never rest.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

this lumpy meat

** this lumpy meat **
Your lumpy lonely heart
Been bruised and battered
Treated badly and so hard
Seems each new relationship
Just a chance to stumble anew
Allow heart to be trampled
As every warning sign ignored
Eternal optimist you dive straight in
Loving with all heart and soul
Spirit completely drawn in
Then the doubts begin to surface
This is no modern Romeo
And he treats you less well than Juliet
And in the end she was dead
Why do they cast such strange looks
Seduce with their tasty hooks
Each and everyone says
You are the girl to make them stay
And you believe each and everyone
Until the day they are gone gone gone
Leave behind your heart fresh scarred
Lumpy meat of loving beating
Battered and broken yet always seeking
The one who's actions match the words
Who will heal your heart
Massage and caress your heart better
Revive this shapeless lonely lump of meat
Desire to forever hear only its healthy beat.

Waiting at an airport

** waiting at an airport **
Waiting for a flying kangaroo
Airplane to the terminal
All the passengers are here
Waiting for our boarding call
Short and tall and fat and light
Waiting for homeward business flight
Minds are dulled and eyelids heavy
Expect to see a snoozing craft
Snores drown out jet engine drone
Long day finished going home.

Something to be a must do

* something to be a must do *
These friends accumulated
Seems so many yet so few
And yet time to meet them
Grows lesser with each passing year
Special occasions you must carve out
To put in place a rhythm
A yearly or more regular ritual
When you and they can meet
When friends can share
Days which have passed
Events and occurrences
Joys and woes survived
And renew the bonds which bind.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Sweet seducing words

** sweet seducing words **
In days of old
So it has been told
Minstrels would travel far
And to earn a bed behind the bar
Would pull out lute or flute
And play tunes to maidens cute
Rhapsodised on beauty fair
On figure full and flowing hair
Use all the sweet seducing words
Been used since Adam saw Eve's curves
Now I am and never shall
Be one who lute or flute can play well
My words are stuck where they lay
And no bards shall ever play
These verses of your beauty true
Of how more beguiling a world with you
Telling of how when I wake
Every fibre to better life for you make
How I am chased by thoughts unchaste
When see the curve of your waist
Fulllness with which you fill your top
Makes my thoughts jump or stop
Line of legs and ankle shape
As if with fever can make me shake
Lure of spine and sweet small of back
Down which my caressing hands would track
Every spot of heat rising
I am in wonder oft surmising
Needs to be greeted and entreated
Made alive and by passion heated
Till a boiling point is reached
A passion dam completely breached
Then into each other arms joyously flow
As did those bards and maidens of long ago.

Dah dadda dah dee dah dadda dah dee

** Dah dadda dah dee dah dadda dah dee **
Music worm inside my head
Cannat shake the tune out
Keeps on repeating ad infinitum
Driving me to distract worse
Makes me want to curse
They call it the whistling song
Because the chorus is
Dah dadda dah dee dah dadda dah dee
And tune keeps on circling
A shark with Attention Deficit Disorder
Swimming rudely through my head
No escape and don't know another verse
Same tune caught till I fall asleep
Please someone distract this beast
Let the music worm feed on you
Just set me free
Dah dadda dah dee dah dadda dah dee

[Peter, Bjorn and John. - "young folks"]

Winter vegetables II

** Winter vegetables II **
Between the colour of your eyes
The conversation inviting
Your full red lips kissable
And a deepening of my admiration
For who you are and our when
This intersection of life opportunity
I find my own conversation failing
As my mind's thoughts are tailing
Another line of enquiry
Completely different from the choice of wine
Or if winter vegetables are appropriate
When the seasons shift is to Spring
I watch your pulse upon your neck
Elegant line of collarbone to shoulder disappearing
Into your almost Summer dress
Which reveals enough to make me shiver
For it marks how hot your heart must burn
For this evening air has grown heavy
Cold and chill it surrounds us
So natural to move together
Seek out the warmth we radiate
Meld such warmth against this world
Legs arranged as fallen trees might
Hands overlapping as if piles of autumn leaves
And now I see your words also slowing
You chase a wisp of hair from your face
And I move to assist and Time stalls
As trace affectionate slope of your nose
Feel warmth breath upon my wrist
Into your eyes I topple
Paused between one moment and next
Finding greater wonder and complexity here
Than in night's starry heavens above
You release a playfully coy smile
Merriment perched upon either end of your lips
And this tiny movement of muscles
Breaks spell's enchantment
Brings Time rushing back in
As my hand returns to the pile
Of our hands upon the table
Entwined and intermingled we stretch
Feel strength in each others grip
Sense blood so close to surface
The heat of you and tactile presence
You lean forward and mouth the words
As if speech might break our entanglement
"Seen something you like?"
And after short pause I reply
"Definitely not the Winter vegetables"
As the waiter just then arrives
To find us convulsed with silent laughter
And joyous thought entire night lies ahead.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Of stolen time

** of stolen time **
They steal an hour and steal my sleep
Set to workday rhythms I cannot pause
Gather back the rest dispersed
In that single hour shifting
Of clock hands moved forward not back
I find myself still fully awake
When clock states I should be weary
And unable to find suitable repose
I lie there wasting those minutes allocated for slumber
And when clock demands I rise
It is from a shortened and troubled sleep
Morphesian depths to which I should have sunk
Instead only on edge of slumber dipped
So to work I advance with reserves unreplenished
A sense of foggy fatigue coats me
Each interaction with world is muffled
I am another daylight saving casualty
Not dead merely wounded
Not sleeping merely snoozing.

old Khartomum

** old Khartomum *
When once to old Khartomum went
City of Ancients and palm trees bent
Ventured there to swimming holes lavish
Bedecked with maidens for Caliph to ravish
How strange this place from the one
Where I usually would call home
No provincial incestuousness in thought
Life lived fully and stretched taut
As every moment in pleasure treasured
Moments without spent in pleasured leisure
At night the sky and stars are charted
And marked for two thousand years every shooting star which darted
Here the Sciences of ancient alchemy peak
No mineral or plant need you seek
For they can make them as you wait
In less time than travelling timetable debate
The smiles of natives here are deep
And the sighing sea and sands lullaby you to sleep
No finer land or kingdom be
Than Khartomum by the silver sea
And I travelled there and back
On the most hazardous and winding tracks
From maze of choices found my way
To where Khartomum sits by Half Moon Bay
And having returned to spread the news
Of Khartomum and its tolerant views
Where each faith is rightfully respected
No member of the population allowed to be neglected
I seek once more to travel there
Where people truly live and love and care
And discover the tracks I travelled hidden from my sight
All hope is dimmed as is the light
Of a single star I once easy marked
Which lead me forward and curiosity sparked
To find the land of Khartomum
Where is the city named the same
By the beautiful Half Moon Bay
Where joy is found every day
Instead here I must spend my every second
Hoping one day the star will again beckon
To Khartomum again I can make my way
Then ever more in old Khartomum I will stay.

Monday, October 3, 2011

simply stress

* simply stress *
Sleep was not arriving
And I on edge rock
Between morning brightness
And dusk soliloquy
To escape this pounding head
Weary bitten battered mind
Thoughts are old car slow
Inexact I stumble
Blinded to life
By this stress manifesting
In clumsy thoughts
Inaccurate dead end ponderings
And words black ice coated
Dangerous to my health
Invisible to my senses
A hazard to myself
Seek peace and sanctuary
A respite from pressure
Escape upon a holiday
A temporary hideaway
Alias of easy-goingness assumed
Until break ends
Incarceration again begins
With every day of work internment
The pressure and stress raised up
Till again shall find self
Sleep unavailing
On mental edge rocking
Between tortured hours
Of dawn and dusk.

Expectation disorder

** Expectation disorder **
Here floating
Sun's warmth enchanting
Such joy in each breath
Powered by life
Perfected by living
Sipping sugary sap of doing
Raised in expectation
Of always greater and better
The future an uncharted land
Of wondrous occurrences and tidings
Little surprise upon arrival
Fatigued by journey
A sense of disappointment
Expectations dashed on reality's rocks
So grows the cynic in us all
Though Sun still shines
Breath still joyous taken
From the living doing world.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Giant Engines of the Earth

* the Giant Engines of the Earth *
I hear the giant engines of the Earth
Outside my window grinding
Ever rolling on and on
Battering at the coast
These engines which turn our world
Spin upon axis the planet
Day or night pounding forward
Inexorable and un-tamed
Dwarf all powers we hold
Constant and unrestrained
I hear those giant engines of the Earth.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Finish

* finish *
Quietly bring forth the finish
The End of Time and beast and Life
All opportunities and distance cease
In heartbeat vulcanize existence
Form diamonds from our cells
Immortalised an flawless wait
To be jewellery for angels.

Hope for love in Kings

** hope for love in Kings *
When Princes crowned Kings become
And princesses formed unions sacred
And queens are upon the land shown
Such Spring joy for people so governed
For in ruling with smiles
Infectious liberty is a joy
Confident in self and life
Finding unquestioning loyalty
Occupied by joys domestic
Has no time for fear
Fear which breeds heavy-handedness
Fear which makes laws arbitrary
Fear which seeks to bribe
A surrounding of favourites to protect
Life crown throne and family
So the rulership is dour
Out of rhythm with population
By setting fear as guidance
Entire realm by fear infected
Rule becomes shortsighted and inglorious
So hope your rulers love
And this love does spill over
To provide an atmosphere of respect
Mutual and enduring
Across all the land made rich
By rule benevolent and loving.

Monday, September 19, 2011

S and G as footnotes

* S and G as footnotes *
Simon and Garfunkel always seemed
To get the clarity dreamed
Of modern life as it were portrayed
A mixture of pop references
And pseudo intellectual babble
Hinting at books read or stolen
To hold up naïve rights golden
Snap frozen idealism of youth
Their songs laden with proof
The young see most clearly
Feel for the world more dearly
While we in living intend to
Just live and survive and get through
Our idealism all rubbed off
In getting this far paid the cost
Each corner cut and pragmatic decision
Leave us exposed to younger self's derision
So we ignore and cocoon ourselves
Leave ideals and rights on the shelves
Listen to the songs of Garfunkel and Simon
To remind us of a more honest time.

Friday, September 16, 2011

On the evening flight

** on the evening flight **
Somewhere high I am looking down
Seeing lights of night shining up
Fairy hills sparkling
Those homes and hearths of men
I wonder what they might think
If they were to lookup
And see our flying steed of steel
Lights flashing metronomically
Crossing from horizon to horizon
Are we heading home or away
Our days starting or ending
A flight or joy and toil
So the person might ponder upon the soil
Looking up as we disappear into night sky
An extra star flickering past
And as I look down the world changes
Clouds crowding sight
Bringing gazing up short
To only those things glimpsed
Beyond the length of light tipped wing
Are walls of solid white
Through which we carve
A sharp plane on the evening city flight.

Waiting over coffee

** waiting over coffee **
You are waiting over coffee
Smudge of foam on upper lip
For conversation to continue
A conversation of which you are very sick
This wasn't how it was meant to be
Being told I hope you understand
I care for you but don't love
Feel I need a different course
As all the things you plotted
Begin to come apart
Most terribly in the growing pauses
Between each word or statement
You hear the silence of the future
A lonely space of nothingness
Till someone or some other great affectation
Can fill your life so holed
Below the waterline of consciousness struck
A harpoon through your spirit
Dealt by one you thought
Would turn aside all harpoons
Be your support and lifesaver
As you expected to be theirs
Instead a coffee based conversation
Somewhere public where you cannot collapse
Where you must perform charade of caring
As you nod numbly dumbly
Agreeing to the unagreeable unforeseen
When all you want to do is scream
Over coffee waiting for the torture to end.

The art of performing

The art of performing
The stance and voice
How you cast your arms about
The posture enunciation and action
Talking of them does not touch
The feeling of spirit flowing
Burst supernatural of confidence
Ay walking the tightrope
Of cariature and reality
To be yourself and extend
Encompass the universe of audience
Wash into niche of each consciousness
The reality and statement of who you are
Greater ever than once were
Colossus striding ever onward
As at same time you are grounded
In reality recognisable and relatable
The very air caught by you
And floating omnipotently above all
You are art and action and presence
A rendering of entertainment
Caught and managing the very spirit
Of the art of performance.

To rise

* to rise *
Between the troughs of waves
Such sweet relief found atop
Tip and cape of white crest
Able too see clearly toward future horizon
Find in those stolen mighty glances
Energy to move forward and on
A reservoir of determination stored
Stored for use when down in trough
Caught in plunging darkness
Between this wave and next
Not knowing if descent will arrest
If ever shall rise again
This life set in such unfamiliar rhythm
Consistency is not life's trait
To ride the waves and rise
To glimpse horizon clearly
The best a mortal soul of one can do
In chaos of this choppy sea.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

To drown

* to drown *
Sitting in a railroad station
Waiting on a yacht
Caught between sun and rain
Undressed for either as they fall
Own smile radiant
Press of warm skin
Who were we and what could we
Believe in from noon to dark
As cold rain turned warm
In kisses passion blast
Storm forgotten and wind replaced
With our own natural energies
Beneath the shading protecting trees
In a forest wide and soft
No danger here but what we have brought
To drown in each others gaze
Be lost in kisses plentiful
Beyond the sight or fears of others
Finding love first time remembered time
In your arms so warm and true.

Crash

** crash **
Washed winter blues
Hues of bruises and dead fish
Sound of sirens caught
On the icy road
Your smile paused
As brain exacted to high a price
To change expression
As with life diced
The sliding grinding grating crash
Finality of halting
All the air expelled
A human scream of fear
Drowned out the car horn
Perpetually permanently hooting
So memory recalls
Tiny details seem more now
Smell of petrol leaking
Frosted sparkle of broken glass
A fine powder everywhere
And the creaking of suspension
Spinning tyre in the air
This world of fractured plastics and steel
Crushed and broken shell
And still the screaming slices
Through the cold night air
Even when no one could be screaming
For a stillness from passenger chair
They said death almost instantaneous
Probably never felt a thing
Instead you must feel forever
The guilt of her death's sting.

Religion

** religion **
Religion in all the different disguises
People using belief to sustain
Against the fickle and the wrong
Unlucky or inconsistent breaks
The decisions made flawed
By time or place or opportunity
Learned experiences found wanting
As circumstances and world shifted
What was never always is
And the change for today may not
Sustain the tomorrows hinted at
As catch lava flow of time
Irreconcilable with the desires of humanity
Unstoppable and impetus glacial
So to religion turn
Events of cosmos interpreted through human lens
Edifices built to what may be
The organisers of our lives
Mandated by human claims on divine
That we are here and will prolong
Forward into another realm
For those who believe no dusk light
All of life a stairway up
To door beyond and heavenly delight.

Kites

*+--- kites ---+*
Kites flying
Squares escaping us
Made fancy with bowtie tails
Restrained by string or wires
Darting on the wind
So free and true and loose
How we in jealously watch
Thinking our own bonds are tighter
Than strings to kite
Our own lives less adventurous
Than those kites wind currents carry
From here to there and back again
Free unencumbered and excited
How our souls young again rejoice
As their flight is sighted.

Starvation diet

* starvation diet *
In a small pool of water
Could be a mug deep pond
Swirling imagination plunges
Wet through and depth deprived
By exorcised sleep none left
Pirate bones on gallow rotting
Branches in wind windows scrape
Entire house of horrors presented
Lonely spirits seeking warmth
Knock on doors and fires move
Shake the curtains and set all trumpeting
Such a mundane existence otherwise
Without your fears to guide you
Restrain you from adventures extreme
Safe upon your favourite seat
Television's flickering friendship
All the world you need
To your soul a starvation diet feed.

Defective toys

** defective toys **
Every moment second thought
Spasm of consciousness devout
Unholy in idea to place
Holiness of existence in ego's grace
Without the me are we anything
Could we all be defect
Stumbling nuisances set free
In breeding more chaotic developing
A world outside perfection sought
A badly planned ill-designed thought
Cast offs here allowed to dwell
In case we develop something to sell
For all creation is not evolution
All this universe is a shop
A set of books with in and out
Expenses of profit and loss
A research development easy set
From the failures already met
Defects we have many
A sense of our destiny
Ignorance of our flawed design
How we are centre of a universe
Manifestly formed for our delight
From nuclear burning stars
Which give out our light and warmth
To the planet we can use and abuse
The greatest things in this place
When in truth we are playthings
For an experimenting race.

You were?

* you were *
There are some people
Who know every face and every name
In some places everyone they can greet
Always run into someone down the street
As if imbued with some local fame
Can recall their children and business
Know of achievements and any silliness
(That ill-advised costume choice at best and fairest count)
As if a memorex for a brain
Full of faces names and the inane
And then there are folks like me
To whom names refuse to stick
Every face a polyglot of every other
Lucky to recall facts on own brother
Stumble from the standard conversation openers
To an abyss of social embrassment
And upon meeting someone once more
Cannot recall what was shared or not
Everything about you been forgot
If you are a John James or Jack
Have children or are married
Work in retail or finance or on the track
Every fact and face eroded
Become a non-entity timid and shy
Because every name or face does get away.

After freed

* after freed *
Days of rain and clouds
Winds rushing by so loud
Proudest days and death
On continental beaches of '44
Was a time of war and woe
Freeing from tyrant's grasp
The old world enslaved
By the young foolishly brave
No body before war can stand
Survivours the lucky and the mad
And memories which sit
Almost at skin surface
Surge over and spill out
When stresses or tensions rise
Or what is carries echoes of what was
A siren wailing or door slammed
Scent of diesel fumes and a face
Remembered and never forgotten
Worn by a younger soul in a different time
And when the clamour dies
Heartbeat and thoughts steady
The realization you survived
And those waves of terror replaced
By constant drumming question of why.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Train whistle

** train whistle **
In the morning I can hear
The whistle of the train
Going down the tracks
They pulled up fifty years ago
The voices of engineer and driver
As they discuss the bridge
A mile on further down the road
Crossing a deep gully
Carved out from the soft bedrock
An eon or two ago
They are shoveling coal to keep steam up
Contemplating dinner and loved ones
Not much further down the track
Seems to them the train will be forever
A constant cross this land
And then the accident happens
The bridge fails beneath train's weight
Accusations and charges brought to bear
On the Board and Management
Irregularities in tender and construction
The legal wrangling for years
As track rust over and sink unevenly
Into soft soils on which they sit
The sleepers rot and all succumbs
To a complete lack of attention
The townships planned are shelved
Without a rail-line progress stalls
Other options instead pursued
The promise of the railway forgotten
This end of the world remains
Untouched unspoilt and untidy
And the ghosts of what might have been
Talk as they travel ever onward
To an end they do not yet know.

Trained avoi-dance

+++ Trained Avoi-Dance +++
Watching eyes wandering
Avoiding direct appraisal
The dance of sight
Performed daily upon
Crowded public transport
To not see yet note
The structure of surroundings
Be enclosed along with
Yet not interact between
Those other travellers travelling
Those other lives briefly shared
Whilst lives lived in isolation
If train is slow we all are
And yet no common bond have we
Beyond the fact we try and avoid
Eyes which might catch our own
Any semblance of shared community.

Grave thoughts

* grave thoughts *
Time till grave
Descend into
Each footstep carries
A Bergman film montage
Death chats cheerily
Though is surprisingly boring
As if heard all the stories
Always looking over your shoulder
To spot the next soul
In hope of something more interesting
While you are mortified
To discover your life
Treated so dismissively
Didn't you do some things
Strike some chord of wonder
Even your funeral it seems
Was cardboard ordinary
The eulogies by the book
Glossing over your inadequacies
Highlighting your flaws in a teasing manner
As you wait impatiently
As always ever you did alive
For the shuffling feet of the dead
To board the ferry
And the boatman smiles
Or grimaces in your direction
And points out sagely
"This is eternity - no reason to push".

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Now fall

** Now fall **
Without foundation falling
Grapples for truth
Destiny and departure
No hope of overruling
Fate has set a course
To deliver descent
Heart is heavy
Mind is inert
All we could lift
Tired and hurt
Muscles and brain strained
Ending in oblivion
Consumed as a fiery star
Collapsing in black hole of nothing.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Eclipse of soul

* eclipse of soul *
Lines of attraction
Sweeping curves of distraction
Blossom heat of lips
Tight fist of inner heat
Tumbling belief in something
Stirring deep inside ourselves
A switch is thrown
Arrangement met and made
When two into one seek
Set a tune of equal division
Give and receive
These fireworks of thoughts
Sudden eclipses of soul
A storm brewing delicious
To be broken by a touch
Then dance in rain of kisses
Find shelter in our passion
Beyond reach of world
Discover truth of ourselves forgotten.

All of the

** all of the **
Lines of white lilies
For all of the dead
Matching white crosses
Marching cross lawns
Paupers and rich men
Saints and sinners and clergy
All intermingled
In Death's growing host
Armies of yesteryear
Traders of yesterday
Young or the old
All come to stay
Our time is always short
Our stay only temporary
From first breath to last
Our course is preset
One day we will stop
In these lawns green and flat.

Where Towers stood

+ Where tower stood +
Bells were stilled
Taxis not queueing
The dead might smile
To hear how they are remembered
Best sides of their lives
Made immortal in remembrance
Absence makes heart fonder
All the cheering on hold
Such a sombre sober crowd
What was forever be
Marked by stone and silence
Marketplace takes on reverence
Where once Towers stood.

Friday, September 9, 2011

* Always been *

** Always been **
Crushed flopped and rolled
Always been the way
Ply them with alcohol
Steal their senses stealthily
Offer them companionship
A shoulder to assist
And take themselves somewhere quieter
Hint there might be romance
Pour a few more drinks
Until unconsciousness results
Then strip your prey naked
Take every cent they possess
Leave them humiliated and sleeping
Till morning welcomes them
Fools made wiser by
Your act of wisdom giving.

Thoughts never still

** thoughts never still **
If I could sleep
And find some rest
To weary and incapable of dispelling
These thoughts which are never still
A tumult in my mind
Such competition for attention
A dozen duties claiming ownership
Of my time and dedication
To do one I must absolve myself
Of omission of the others
And in my sleep they return
A crowd in rebellion
Demanding fair hearing for their needs
A slice of my time sleeping
Given over to judgement
On their officious claims competing
Each is sure they are right
And every other wrong
So my sleep is filled with disputes
A lack of completion
No way in sleep to judge fairly
And in waking find fresh disputing
And so it turn my back to them
And focus on only one
Knowing my sleep will again be broken
By these vexatious litigators
Requiring audience and latest judgement
On their persistent demands for recognition.

Self collapse

--- self collapse ---
These tired and worried frowns
A battle constant of emotions
Defeat indeed has been called
Sunset on once happiness
All the world in ruins collapsed
A chaos rampant in thoughts
Division between plan and action
All those walls torn down
Now a frog twitching to outside stimuli
No control or justification for actions
Lost inside eternal fog
Beaten battered broken crawling
From sun rise to sun rest
Idea of my individuality
Not a truth just a plastic token.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Eggshells of memories

* eggshells of memories *
The echoes of your dancing
Footsteps on the hall
Have all faded away
Even the photos are no longer on display
Letters written stored away
Eggshells of memories of once upon a time
Revisited in the quieter hours
Tracing where we were
Where we might have been
The words a seed of life undeveloped
A track not taken
Leaving eternal thoughts of what if
Even as the telephone rings
Or another chore must be done
We are who we are
And who we might have been
Was shed a lifetime of decisions
Though in those letters
Always seems to be just yesterday.

Illusions of Breakfast **

** Illusions of breakfast **
There is no delicious lightness of being
When confronted with a prepaid morning buffet
There is a sense of gravity
Never before marked in normal life
A questioning of capacity
Of what is ample for desires
When does enthusasism become gluttony
Taste become gastronomic suicide
As the plates pile up and each bain marie sampled
Bacon follows toast follows hash browns
Washed down with juices coffee tea and milk
Till aching towards cliche
A Mr Pompadu movement beckons
When epidermis will no longer stretch
And the entire taut balloon convulses
In an explosive failure.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Carre's messenger

* Carre's messenger *
In the rooms you think
Your seating should be exact
Lines of sight calculated
So unexpected will not excite
Though Dawson in De Janerio
And Walters in Prague
Show even the best precautions
Cannot prevent a determined strike
What happened to MacLeish in Lebanon
An accident without scope
A holy bomber indiscriminate
Claimed a richer kill than appreciated
Three years of undercover
And previous twelve of precious intell
Wiped by a single amateurish martyrdom
Targeted at expatriate businessmen
Drinking beer and padding expense accounts
Over lies in the Hilton bar
So you watch the waiters lean
Blessed with youth if not sense
In case one might be compromised
And offer up a threat
Though in truth you seek
Those with hooded eyes like yours
Which rarely settle on the inoffensive
See in each unsmiling tensed visage
Those eyes black as flint
The studied indifference brutal
Of a killer on a hair trigger
To find one you only need to examine
Reflection in your glass.

Summer maid

* summer maid **
Hair streaked with surf and Summer
Stained light by light
Flecks of sunshine cross your face
Blanket warmth of Summer skin
Coming in from salty skin
Caressed with sand grit girdle
A beach between your toes
Kiss is dry and hot and lush
Burst of Summer Sun
Evening finds you perfumed soft
Driftwood cast up on beach
Shaped and sculptured by sea
Mermaid green eyes capture all
Inquisitiveness of the free
And all the blessings rich or sour
Are never considered
As devour nectar of day's hours.

After 8

a** after 8 **a
These lizards tired sprawl
Wool business suits flap
A clumsiness to movements
Weariness of Time has them trapped
What energy once exhaled
Now parched the evening finds
Thoughts are rich yet tethered
By the falling of pulsebeat
Escape of all to sleep
In the gaps between each word
Mind a tiny nap occupies
And what was or could ever be
Sliced aside and gutted
Roadkill in the private lounge.

Sleepwalkers of Summer

** Sleepwalkers of Summer **
These long summer nights
Blue stretched lycra sky
Swollen Sun uninhibited beaming
We beneath bugs on the grill
Roads weep tears of tar
Dogs exhale noisily beneath bushes
Birds try to avoid flying
An oven heat consumes the air
Heavy in limbs and drowsy in mind
Sleepwalkers of Summer stumble
Ever onward in search of satisfaction
Wanting to live this time
Cavort and frolic in perspiring air
Be unbound unwound and free
For know beyond Summer heat
Closed doors and shutters of Winter cold.

Great leap to work

** great leap to work **
Another day of wake and fly
Intercity flight to save a ten hour drive
Instead a bus crowded flight of an hour and a half
The rub is the early wake-up call
The waiting for the plane to depart
Loading and unloading of bags and attitudes
Plying your high altitude flying ways
The benefits are seeing dawn on the wings
Clouds nitrate silver gleam
As on the runaway crouched waiting
For the takeoff leap and day's proper start.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Wait

* wait *
Words and deed and fire
The olden tales the best
Monsters are realistic
Lifted from malevolent evil
Nestled in a simple soul
From such uncultured nests rise
The spirits of our terror
Frightful fears of dark night
Between lightning flashes
When wind drags its talons
We catcha glimpse of something
Which evil caem this way
The travelling monkey of destiny
Pointed finger of fate
In every story participant
And real life must right now wait.

Light bright

** light bright **
Sun bright sun light
Scores windows clean
Turn mud to solid ground
Drains marshy Winter puddles
Gives us lift and sets dreams
In warmth and tranquillity
Bees fly and buzz
Birds in excitement flutter
A sense of Spring
Rebirth is the occasion
Waking from the dark
As days stretch longer saving us
From depths of grey tyranny.

Left

* Left *
Dream me a life
The constancy of occupation
Small bridge between here
And the sameness of tomorrow
What could ever be
Choices to be considered
Some decisions once made irrevocable
Others less significant than thought
No escape from life to lead
Only from channel life flows
Until all moulds broken
We have only the shattered pieces
To mark what was and what was formed.

Friday, September 2, 2011

* Radio electric dreams *

*-+- Radio Electric Dreams -+-*
Listening to music forgotten
Once rejoiced in by a younger me
Brings forth a tapestry of memories
Glass fragments of youth in my heart
Seems rapid world slows
Distance between the me of then and now collapses
Bridged by melody and lyrics popular
A million million heard the tune
And back then it was not so special
I would have marked it out for attention
Yet now it is a forgotten used train ticket
Discovered in a coat pocket
Connection to memories past and feelings once fresh.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

An hour of tidy murder

** an hour of tidy murders **
These murders often sleep disturb
Images of blood and bullet pocked corpses
Howl of police sirens
The gaped last words of significance
The unravelling of evil aims
How their procedure yields the same
From a fly speck of evidence
Build an irrefutable case
No cries of sound deadener not blood
No misdirection or failed detection
Every guilty party is conclusive found
Arraigned and judged and no escape
While innocent are always freed
Allegations against them proven baseless
An hour including advertisements
Of tied up life in little bows
Where truth and justice win out
And no one about human rights does shout
The wrong doers get just desserts
And our heroes never desert justice.

Manic

**++ Manic ++**
Silently the heart creeps
Silently the heart leaps
Exultation in internal chaos
A war of inner moods
Excitement despair surges black
And always ebb and low tide
The stinking waste exposed
Of carrion picking crows
A murder of them strong
Elsewhere rooks are gathering
Black in form and black in thought
The devil's birds and first to arrive
Before the battle fought
They live to strip the corpses
Bone gatherers on the wing
These beaked monstrosities
No spell there is to ward them off
Of darker sorcery are they
Brought forth by the dark dog
Whose paws in your tracks ever be
These are the harbringers of the dark
The pit into which you inevitably fall
After blues skies and champagne thoughts
Effervescent confection of world's delights
Filled till you can fill yourself no more
When the mood turns dark and sore
Beyond the edge of light
Turn towards pitiless unending night
Away from all true and fair
Into the infernal sink-holes of despair.

Corporate days

* Corporate days *
No pyramid build shall I
No babylon tower to the sky
My achievements will be dust
Even before I am laid down I trust
The things I have done of little consequence
Yet they were for more never meant
An evolutionary tweak here and there
Gaining a shift in perspective
Trying to bring forward the issues
Which encumber someone's everyday
Make safer someone's investment
With which someone else may wish to play
Defining what is done and how
So better doing can be done
Make it easier smoother less stress free
Explaining to those who have a must to know
What occurs and when and so many why's
If laid end to end circumnavigate the globe
Victories are often small
Battles never fully won
Always a loose thread or run
Which must be brought to rest
Always the shift of change
In this monolith of myriad parts
The politics to be straddled
Against inertia to be battled
As the work of business tidal
Rises and falls and always flows
Through good days and through bad
Of profit loss boom or bust
Simple tasks done well always must
And with commonsense tuned keen
Pragmatic decisions made which keep
A company firing on all cylinders
Interests of employers employees shareholders and customers
In equilibrium notable
For the persistently shifting target
Of what constitutes corporate success.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Equation calculations

**+ Equation Calculations +**
Frail bones of thought
Dried out by living life
Addition of accomplishments
Multiplication of achievements
A sum total of zero
Still in same form
As when first was birthed
Lived the life fantastic
And burnt candle right though
Felt dripping wax burn
Scars of love and loss
Grief branded on my soul
All the goodness of Earth
Overshadowed by the gloom
A doom cloud within
A painter only using black
Shadows every event with grief
Carries charcoal tragedy in relief
Left behind this parched cloak of skin
This sometimes poet lover
This progenitor of kin
Sometime associate of kith
Born and raised and formed
An equation with only one end.

Last roar

+* Last Roar +*
This last roar
Extinction on its way
This tired boneless toothless straggler
Has had its day
No more is predator proud
Must live off other leftovers
Scavenge when one must
Move in shadows for fear
May be called out
As all is lost
All strength anger and vitality
The last roar keeps them back
They know not how far you have fallen
How infirmly you stand before them
Waiting for the first to move
To take the challenge and cast you down
Previously you would have no doubt
And fight and defeat each one
You know this doubt you carry
Ache of old wounds and scars
Futility of your thoughts
Is why you will not win.

Life-bergs

* life-bergs *
Giant icebergs loom
Beneath surface of my consciousness
Pale blue crystal monoliths
Ploughing through sea of my spirit
These are the stresses forbidding
The end of my time complete
Which I must navigate astutely
To prevent a watery doom
A drowning a certainty if allow
The icebergs to dominate
Instead I set my course
And hope voyage track is safe
Wondering what is out there undiscovered
In my sea of Life.

How will it be

* how will it be *
How will it be
How will we know each other
When the only clues
That you read is a plain slate
Electronic in appearance
Not indicating any genre
No style or place of writing
Tells you nothing of the story
Into which you have descended
How can you begin a conversation
With an intriguing stranger
If you wish to pierce their reading world
Previous you might comment
The film of the book was not as good
Or the sequel fails the premise
Or I have the entire series
Do you like that one
For it becomes a question of character
A point on which to hang relationship
If they like this author not that
Those books not these
But how will we tell what you like
If every tome looks the same
A sliver of adonized shining metal
And a flat blank sheet of glass
Every book looks the same
No clues given to the reader
You might hope them Bronte
To discover they are Elmore Leonard
And all the discussion sought
Stutters coughs and dies
Into the awkward silence of two strangers
Who have no connection
No link from which they can bridge
The gap between stranger and known
Known and acquaintance
Acquaintance built to friend
Without that first signpost
Of the evidence of a book.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Tired in everyway

* tired in everyway *
The morning light brings no delight
Into my daughter's existence
Sleep last night was a torrid fight
So low and without refreshment
Waking everyday tired in everyway
Any activity extra performed
Body finds a way to make her pay
For a long stroll or taking an exam
Her world not so old all is placed on hold
As chronic fatigue saps her muscles
Really had to be sold such a dilemma when not that old
When your youth is for the living
Fourteen hours sleep is not unreasonable
Comatose and less responsive in her waking
If only this debilitating condition were seasonable
As no ending can be sighted.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Convergence

* convergence *
Waiting as the waiting ones must
Hoping for a lift
Fall upon kindness of strangers
For own mettle all used up
No stamina left to sustain
The thoughts and dreams inconsistent
With a modern lifestyle
Or aspirations materialistic
Spiritual thoughts and words
Fragments of the internet
Universal sense of oneness
A point at which we all converge
Yet even in this achievement
We are fractured greater from each other
In a place of wonderment
Cannot greet each other
Exiles from our own humanity
And that of everyone else's.

Why I ever thought it

Why I ever thought it could be faster
A statement brimming with disaster
Is as if into Icenerged waters
Drove my Titanic at rate of knots
Intention to survive not die
And yet no other result could occur
If commonsense set aside
And far to fast I did ride
Doom is for the clever and dull
When icebergs slice open your steel hull.

A fairly tragic turn

** a fairly tragic turn **
If a flash of colour
A setting of this place
A face in smiling bring
A lesser grace and some joy
Falling rampant down hillside
Buckets forgotten as you slide
The girl ignored as tumbles to
Seeking safe rest at the end
A hard sharp rock collects a head
Be wax paper and vinegar and to bed
All the water lost which was carried
Seems a fairly tragic turn
To common chores of the morn.

Keeping from edge

* keeping from edge *
High water marks and low
These discernible questions I know
Echoes of what were and was
Stumbling explorers of because
Reinforcing the status quo
With acceptance of what you know
Never question the black text writ
Of how it is and ever shall
Authority is in this place
To keep balance and guidance
Keep society from the edge
Flatten freedoms and restrict tyranny
An act of delicate supervisory
And when one side or other triumphs
Questions asked and answers sought
How to bring the balance back
Before social fabric begin to tear
Before the balance so disrupted
All in fear and by fear positions constructed
A middle ground whittled to a sliver
To small for any side to satisfaction deliver
Then these streets of social order
Degenerate to anarchy and riot
The social arrangement up for negotiation
Not by ballot box and pen
Instead by shedding blood and using guns.

Friday, August 26, 2011

News each day

** News each day**
My night is growing heavier
The day has plain worn me out
My steps grow slower and rise less
All my yeast has run out
These eyes of mine sees things dimly
And my heart beats so much more thinly
We shall not fail to not succeed
Is the carping chorus interlude
There is doom on every horizon
News carries only despair and hate
A pair of cute puppies cavorting
Does not address an hour of murder
An hour of senseless greed
An hour of the very worst things
On which our fears and paranoia feed
In every home the glowing box
Brings a world of doom within
The fortress walls of our thoughts
So easily breached and grown taut
We hear the misery and hell of others
Grow insensitive to their plight
And more anxious than is right
That we may in time feel same pain
And so we grow ever inward
A toenail curling back under skin
We become the broken people
Worn out by things we let in
By wars half a world away
By fear and panic and disorder
We feel our guilt for not helping
And feel despair that we should live
In such a world as the one
They present on the news each day.

Mirror or vine

* * mirror or vine * *
When I see whom to admire
I wonder if a hall of mirrors
I seek the best within myself
And project this upon you
Or do I see my flaws resolved
In who you are and how you live
Is the mischief looking back
In my own eye beholden
Do I seek a partner same
A mirror unthinking with whom to mate
No challenge here or dispute
Our sameness make others idle
Each thought we have is in agreement
With every thought of the other
Or will it be of fire and ice
Where you are you and I am not nice
Our views retained have such polarity
My black it seems is your white
My left judged by you to be my right
On no single fact we reach accord
Build tumble twisted love in discord
A twine of Time and place holding us
Bound in relationships orbit stark
Neither can find escape from strange attraction
A pair of wayward darting quarks
Flitting between so many dimensions
To those outside we are a madness
And perhaps a sadness also shown
A prime example of how not to do
The act of relationship grown
As if a core of love was overgrown
By the act of living fierce
And yet the pillar still remains
True and straight deep within
Or has the pillar hidden gone
All which is left the growth malignant
Gripping honeysuckle vine on tree
And now the tree overwhelmed
Now the tree is dead.

Of what was where

** * of what was where * **
These distant thoughts close
Of what was when and where was now
The tangled idle ideas bounce
In ball pit of the how
How have you changed
Or did you ever
Or was it me transformed
The years we set between
Stare as strangers cross this void
Of life experiences having lived
Of all the decisions made before the now
How we should in heaven fly
Arise together and soar upward
No twisted links need hold us down
With smiles are ourselves empowered
To bring the Time past
And close this division small
In physical act reflect the soul
And by as ever once we were
When what was where and now is here.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Shadow night

Shadow Night +++
Someone stole the Sun
Misplaced that glowing orb
Set our world to darkness
Made all shadows blend as one
Texture of night is different
A stranger cloth than day
Rolls all distance together
Only see as far as stars glimmer
Or within street-lamp cones of light
Beyond here are our primitive selves
Cowering in the darkness
Barbaric and uncivilised
Those untamed patches of black
Sky is in malevolence crowned
Black merges black to shadows deep
Conjure hidden things from your eyes
A sense of primal watching
Death and danger on your heels
Know if do not find some light
Such terror in the dark
When the goblins walk
And ghosts long gone come up to speak.

To beat the Bush

** to beat the Bush **
Hard dreams are these
Carved from stubborn persistent bush
No chance for rest for constant is
The Bush and its push
To reclaim the land tamed
Overwhelm our civilised order
Even in the best manicured lawns
Tries to take root and usurp
We invaders who with fire and saw
Intend to beat the Bush back
With every season Bush rebounds
Constant in its attack
And so these dreams of acreage
Of family hearth in family home
Dependant on eternal vigilance
For Bush will never leave us alone.

A migration daily

** a migration daily *
The day has begun
Stocking legs sit straight
As rocking train rambles
Onward to destination
A metallic voice announces each station
We still dozing pay no heed
So many years has worn a rut
Deep into our psyche
We know when our station is
Which carriage in which to sit
Perhaps a favourite seat to occupy
For each this journey seems perpetual
Our Sisypeanan effort each and every day
No rock have we or vultures ravenous
Just a business role to play
And a mortgage for which to provide
We wind ourselves up each morning
Join the migrating multitude
From the land of suburbia
To the business districts far away.

Accepting change

* accepting change *
Dealing with the marching morons
I am sure someone once called them
Not an expression uneasily reached for
Though not a case of mental illness
Or indeed as moron implies low IQ
It is about simple stupidity
By those who cannot understand
The simple dynamic of change
Who take it into their closed minds
To obstruct every change review
If this task was truly done this way
Since Homer was a child
And by that I do mean the ancient Greek
Not some animated fantasy gone wild
Probably means the process has benefit
And those positives should be drawn out
But for transport Homer used his feet
And carts were all the rage
Ships were pulled by men at oars
Or pushed by fickle wind
And even in Homer's time
They didn't always get it right
And in the intervening centuries
Always a possibility complications introduced
So step back and let us see
Give us free access to your understanding
For aim of this change is to make
The work you do less arduous
Perhaps remove the task completely
Then you will need to find
Some other chore to do
But there is always work available
For quick mind and helping hands
And you cannot expect the world
To stand still just for you
Spinning round the Sun it never has
And if it did we would all be doomed.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

* Train waiting *

* train waiting *
Waiting on the platform gray
For train and voyage far away
Those shining tracks lead ever on
And I am still and waiting long
No steely chariot of centipede wheels
Does arrive to carry me forward
Or backward or upward or sideward
The future it seems is unencumbered
Perhaps a train driver somewhere slumbers
For the long line of wishes I trail
For a train on time and not to fail
Has with countless experience proven
To be wishes from platform moving
Instead as barnacle tight on a rock
I am stationery no need to stop
For halted and waiting I still am
Waiting for my train to come.

Synchronicity missed

** synchronicity missed **
These times when timing
Place opportunity and thought
Are all displaced and we wait
A leave at Autumn
And the fall does not occur
We must wait and hope and plan
For other things to eventuate
Other plans and occasions to occur
And if they don't we are only left
With sweet regrets of dreams
And an inkling that
If time and place were true
There would have been more
To the me and for the you.

With which We deal

* With which We deal *
Words on words on words
Laying prose or poetic wall
Glued together by rhythm and idea
Pursue each other down rabbit-hole
To conclusions or just wonder
The paradoxes strangely real
In our world with which we deal
For all our civilised manner and ways
How far from anarchy do we stray
The threads of society as
The bricks of story built
So easy can tumble to disarray
Lack of concentration or ignorance
Or perhaps in malice we stray
Toward a drop where all shall fall
The final ending of a final all.

+ face the work +

+ face the work +
They are getting in
and I am getting out
These frantic demons of the mind
The tightening of gut and spine
Face the work and conquer
Turn not your head away
The scale of achievement needed awesome
There shall be no greater call
For now in moment's need must rise
To overcome the world so placed
This is when our future time must be
This is now and this is hell
As all these labours contentment displace.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Long journey shorten

** long journey shorten **
Loquacious and well spoken
A joy to have beside
Makes a long journey to town shorter
Full of information and asides
Able on all topics conversant
Without an ill-placed vulgar word
Has a good word for every one
Though on politics and sport holds strong views
Constantly surprised at what the world reveals
And how the politicians suddenly think
Can pull the wool over our eyes
Seen so many seasons
Travelled almost everywhere
And you discover in conversing
A little trick to behold
The talker is so silent
And listens even more intently
As you are lead so art fully
Into talking about yourself
Another person pick-pocketed
For knowledge to add to the wealth
Of ideas and people encountered
Lives lead beyond the place
Where the talker stands
And with our memories captured
The speaker listening can extend
Grandeur of this knowledge held
And become a more rounded conversationalist
For when next is travelling down.

My wings unseen

** my wings unseen **
If you cannot see my wings
Nor hear these wing beats rapid
Neither glimpse the panoramas of my mind
Or the truths I know and kindness light
If you cannot see how I soar
Or place a reason for my soaring
The loss is not in me
When our eyes meet and you wonder
For life is a many shaded plumage
And the shades can change and flow
And when I take flight
And you do not see me fly
Is not because I do not soar
In mind and thought and dream
Is because you cannot comprehend
The doing so beyond your dreams
And so locked and solid you remain
As I race the winds of Life again.

Kiss

-+* kiss *+-
Lips and teeth and tongue
Together are a kiss's sum
And yet they are but engineering
Even in most supple manifestation
A kiss is more than this sum
It is heat and ardour rising
Entertainment found and shared
The intimacy of closest sharing
The daring to publicly display
Champagne bubbles in your blood
Firebrand across your lips
A key which unlocks a heart
Starts the body in passion rising
Sets all thoughts to desire flowering
Can slide and glide and rise
With no other touch at all
Simple kiss can halt you dead
Just lips and teeth and tongue
Ruminate upon your neck
Set shivers deep into your core
Flush you with blushing heat
Leave you breathless wanting more
A kiss is always greater ever than
The sum of parts brought together
Is Christmas bells and mistletoe
Is first person who your kissing know
Escapes totality of Time and Space
Gives most awkward a touch of grace
Is shy and brazen and raw and chaste
Is morning blessing and sinner late
Is the paradise lost refound
Common and most sacred ground
Is every molecule aligned in you and me
In kissing find heart set free.

Heaven's door open

* heaven's door open **
When the Sun is bright and light
Heaven's doors open wide
Dreams of other lands
Lead the passage to your door
All wisdom seems contained
In butterfly light floating
In transit between Earth and Sky
A lightness and truth of being
Only found when world is fair and bright
In those golden days of Spring.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Advertising

** advertising **
If talking heads on Gruen
Were taken at their words
Be known we lead such hollow lives
Require the clothing of consumerism
Our thoughts otherwise flow uneven
As dew down a trade marked shape Coca-Cola bottle
Culverts of marketing give texture
To the saddest emotions of our souls
The garish colours and exclamations
As much excitement as we can hold
Enough to catch our interest
Not overwhelm with movement and statement
Dilute conflict between presentation and message
Allow easiest least resistant passage
To the message of purchase
Give us hope this purchase will
Overcome all hardships and emptiness
Or the fear without
Our life as empty as our wallets become
In the world of merchandise
Of buy and sell and redundancy
Where everything is for sale
And we will make you want to buy.

City travel paradox

* city travel paradox *
Seems the world has gone all awry
When Porsches by public transport trumped
Porsche idling eagerly
Driver impatiently awaiting
Lights to change and rapid acceleration
Then catch the traffic at next lights
Holds them up and public transport catches
For all the fine race proven technology
Adrenalin pumping in your veins
The slow and steady multitude overhaul
The speedy car carrying only one.

Never learn

** never learn **
I cannot hold my smile up high
Chiselled off my face
The happiness I once wore
By an inner grieving replaced
My duty do I seek to serve
Reward in ashes for my food
Cold stone to sleep against
Bitter words barbed heart slay
I find myself a lifetime distant
Form where I wanted to be
And yet in stubbornness I stay
Seems I will never learn
Some battles you must lose
Surrender now and rebuild
Eternal war is not the way
And refusing to accept defeat
Is the saddest maddest way.

Darkest

** darkest **
I cannot bring to pass
Aleutian eskimo refrains
In dark of deepest Winter night
Is no escape or gain
Wolves are howling moon is shrouded
All darker denser less possible seems
As if Sun may not rise
Forever night be forever seen
And how then might we be
The dark dwellers with shrunken hearts
Caught forever between
Heat and light and hope
Bound to cold deep darkest Winter night.

Less than perfect

** less than perfect **
Because these tears of our lives
Flow uneven as dew down a coke bottle
Culverts of marketing give texture
To the saddest emotions of our souls
And all these small tomorrows
Made bitter by our past
Shutters close and we withdraw
Our love and life prove temporal
Where once we wished immortal
Our depths of love thought infinite
Proven shallow and inadequate
To combat the raw rasp of life
Grinding roughness of imperfection
This less than perfect life.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Long relationships

*long relationships *
Longer relationships are not forged
From sweet words and light curves
They are cast by stubbornness
Fortitude in misunderstandings
Holding a corner and fighting
Till life's spirit is on the floor
And yet you still return for more
This is love of rocks and stones and sticks
And bruises purple raw and throbbing
Each ego grating against the other
How your partner eats their food
The relations who don't approve
In failure's canyons and illness flaws
In every grating action which palls
Over journey to this point
Until murder seems a reasonable solution
For no monarchy was so hard to dissolve
As this love rusted on and old
No other life envisaged beyond
Will be as stubborn determined and raw
As first we were when realisation was set
Loving sweet can relationship started
But guts and steel is needed to endure it.

*Morning finds*

*morning finds*
These racing sharks and hearts
These fools without borders
The dead and living
And distracted constant brewing
In the morning find
Beyond dregs and nightmares of wine
The world has been cast anew
Forged uneven and in anger
Tossed and shaken and destroyed
Truths laid bare in Bacchanalian revelry
Have ripped roots of trust bare
Which was no more
The floor seems a comforting place
From which to howl your tale of woe.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Winter present

** winter present **
The skies are low and heavy
Over local borough of Richmond
Spires of steeples catch
Slow moving weather above
Which in raining makes self known
Every commoner is crowned
A sparkling dancing jewelled fringe
From drops of rain coming down
Air is cold and slicing
Through heated bodies well wrapped
Leveraging out the warmth trapped
Replacing with cooler airs
Chills fingers nose and hair
This is Winter present
A season without resentment
Occurring in its own time
Brushing free city grime
From windows high and haunted
By remembrance of Summer laughter
As we know seasons come after
These times of rain and wind.

Poet knows

** poet knows **
Trawling through my thoughts
The greatest and emptiness
Space between verbal and not
Ponderings distinctly bright
Or edged in darkest funeral black
When white becomes symbol of terror
Red a placid reminder
Of clothing worn on another day
And how the poet knows
Deep in a poet's soul
Every cryptic segue
All the clues present and past
To those dragons in the dungeons
Knights in rusting armour
The charmers and the blunders
The do it right and truce breakers
Who inhabit the passes between
The words spoken out loud
Events great and proud
And actions less well defined
Hidden and subverted
Removed from common sight
Those moments of ignominy
Of failings fear and blight
Which marked as surely as
Hot branding iron on pale skin
In all these thoughts held
Twisted and in lines meld
To form an epic telling
An emotion deep swelling
Escaped in masked disguise
In words all the truths and all the lies.

Cultural norm

** cultural norm **
In our anglo saxon superiority
Patronising West European attitudes
Given to less grief giving
On marrying outside our own culture
Do we consider ourselves pinnacle
Of what is and could be
And so do not have tendency to
Only marry within our own culture
It is of ourselves we consider
Not from where or how other looks
We are ready to accept
Those other cultural attitudes
Comfortable that if we did desire
Our own culture surrounds
We can step out for a moment
For this home culture of our own
But as we wash and breakdown
The culture in which we were born
Allow other cultures to gain footing
The social norm becomes varied
Culture we once knew alters
Taking pieces from other worlds
Different faces stare up at us
Some of those are our kith and kin
So are we still the norm
Or strangers in a land transformed?

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Conversation

* conversation *
Topic turn and talk
Conversation slowly walk
Deal the adjectives and build
On the string developed
Falling back into the space
Pauses between conversations
When mind surges to sling
A fresh hook into meat of thoughts
Pull apart this topic set
Between the two of us the flow
Words up and down and cross
The space from mouth to ear
Present and project ideas
Conclusions and perspectives
Open ended enquiry
All the tools of conversationalist
To avoid the dullness of boredom
And yet strip mine topic to a halt
And easy spring to another
Produce fresh burst of inspiration
Intelligence and hilarity
Such sober seriousness declare
Or at war with wit and daring
Sharp or heavy lay it on
When we begin to talk
The speaking ever on.

Successes to fail

* Successes to fail **
These successes will be my undoing
A pyhrric victory indeed
Won the battle now confronted with
Maintaining the wage to pay the fees
And seems such a hollow win
When think of all other things placed on hold
Do we elevate and aim for success
Create an ambitious soul
Or set ourselves instead to fail
To accept moderation
And now rain does fall
Hard and cold as hail
As if the snow of winter
Were being released from clouds
And all we could conjecture
Future past or present breaches
Is dismissed witha weather wave
And the screws are tighter
And the stresses grow no lighter
And tomorrow Sun will bring
Another step closer to finish line
And the always known fact
The only challenges set
Are those we must combat.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Words AND structure

Writing poetry seems to require
Sentences breaking
As groyne must part waves
Scattered consonants
Unexpected

Breaks

Found adrift beyond the shore
Of the structure and core
Loaded kernel seed
Of passionfruit

Of poem

Maybe hidden treasures lie
In those shoals of blank space
Providing pirate
Opportunity
To suddenly emerge and engage

Broadside
Of concepts ideas or feelings
Such is writing poetry
Walking plank unsteadily

And at end
The sudden


DROP.

What desired

** what desired **
What do I desire
Who or whom would I seek
If all the world was mine
And I had but to speak
Someone who would love me
As I would love them back
A joy and sustenance for my days
A fellow fighter at my back
I don't desire domesticity
Through well cooked food I celebrate
A bed warmed by coupling
Not infrequently and with enthusiasm
(For if this is chore what is life?)
An ability to laugh at mistakes
In equal part accept responsibility
And apologise when tiredness or stubbornness
Causes one or other to be ill-mannered
A perfect companion would be sought
Not one who could be bought
Would have to be a special someone
Who also sought somewhat the same
This it seems would be whom I desire
My what and whom to meet
If all the world was mine
And I had but to speak.

In my boots

** in my boots **
Lift my smile from my boots
Hang it beneath my nose
For till now so heavily weighed down
By doubts and pains of this world
By the who cares for what
The small insignificance of life
Churning sharpened blades of love
At time I think of death
Not as escape rather as a pause
From hurt and barbed insecurities
Wrapped around and within me
Cold blast of life against which find me
Uninsulated and unable to
Rebuke the charges levelled
Of living life unsteadily
Having a drunkard's patience
And a smoker's yellowed fingered itch.

Safer choices

* safer choices *
If someone watching over shoulder
Viewing Greek myths a safer choice
In public places seen as civilised not depraved
About the better aspects of humanity
Wisdom learnt in fables
Always raise us to higher planes
As if were the God aspect
For to those Olympians ancient greeks gave
All those of our faults in spades
Made them darker and more ignorant
Prouder and more vindictive
Than any mortal foolish
And so quarrels were permanent
Not a drachma of sense they had
Falling for the easiest acts of subterfuge
Unable to exit from disagreements
Harmful to themselves
Always doing what they ought not
And being caught and being taught
Yet no lesson clung and soon Gods forgot
Every experience and failure raw
Or blamed a mortal for the cause
And so a blundering blindly cast
Of deities without much class
Sleeping with all in sight
Crossing boundaries of inter species
As a swan or with relatives close
Create a brood most unholy
Cyclops who against world rage
Or misplaced heroes and upstart slaves
Over love or lust or vanity
Start a war or cause calamity
These ill-mannered Gods of Greece
Of whom our civilised societies preach
Who in their doing show us wisdom
So more the fools as we spurn
These opportunities for our learning
Instead as those Gods of old
To our lesser virtues we best hold.

Market cycles

** market cycles **
All was old is new again
The snake consumes itself
Media commentators repeat and joust
Over the same old facts retold
How we sustain a boom
Why the boom has failed
In hindsight experts all
And see the new dawn starting
Or a fresh descent arriving
Say it often enough and long
Time will make words truth
For the world does renew itself
And starts anew with regularity
Make media pundits look like geniuses
And there are always folk
Who will take the shortcuts
Endeavour to make a fortune
By risk taking challenging
Doing what others would not
Or doing it in contradiction
To the market's perceived wisdom
And from such things fortunes make
For they are blessed by Time and Fate
For the world has recycled
What was boom is now bust
Or what was unwanted now in demand
As business takes and makes and breaks
The souls and spirits of men
Some few made greater many lesser
In guessing where the pendulum stands
And when it will swing again.

Thank goodness for

** thank goodness for **
I am thirsty and cannot drink
I am weary yet unable to rest
I am bone tired but sleep evades me
All I am framed by
Is all those things cannot
No sleep no drink no rest at all
A struggle to draw clean breath
I have life feels like death
All the needs to be fulfilled
And even blood will not flow
My heart in passion refuse to beat
Those hormones delicious unused
Thank goodness for self abuse
I may go blind and lose my sight
Hair grow on palms and wet sticky nights
And yet the carnal cry sated
Thank goodness for whoever first masturbated
Were we conscious and fully formed
Or still in trees and cast as apes
When first we took to alleviate
Th joyous spark dammed inside
Having invented that almost surprising
We did not stop and exhaust ourselves
Place evolution on hold
As of ourselves we made bold
A spurting coursing fermenting flow
The entire being focused on pleasure to ego
A life constantly aiming to be sated
Until Winter or natural disaster unanticipated
Wipes from world those gurning fools
Who are only fulfilled playing with their tools
Those who are left puritans dour
And now guilt has the power
Natural joys and natural highs
Ungodly acts to be set aside
And so we no longer seek
To masturbate everyday of every week.

Could you be

*** Could you be ***
Unlock your heart
That impervious stare
Do you ever laugh
For we would never dare
To cajole and jape
Your presence makes us sober
Drunkenness foolishness evaporates
You are a person with whom we are well acquainted
And yet none dare call you friend
Your truths and secrets buried deep
None ask in case offend
There is life and hint of sun
A smattering of travels drip feed
Make us wonder who you were
Before we met and found such dread
In your manner and visage hard
Never opening to allow
Another to gain your ear
To gain your heart
Hold you close
And shift those walls
Lay them flat
Allow you to see out
And allows us to discover
If you could be friend or lover.

Deceive my Self

*+- deceive my Self -+*
There is a treasure I am sure
A reward for life endured
For seems I cannot celebrate
This life I lead which is so great
I eat till stomach filled
And roof is sealed above my head
Each day weary body placed in soft bed
House is heated and cooled if needed
I have a job well paid
And a little car to take me from A to B
If need be I can find friends
And some frivolous activity partake
While I have two children
Standing tall and straight
Who show me their love
And are as intelligent as required
Have average manners matching mine
They are an expense at times
And in duty own time not always my own
Yet they are more precious than my own bones
These reward for chores done
Reward for acts dull under burning Sun
Everything is external to myself
To achieve through them
A device to deceive myself
Into thinking I am doing well.

Changing type

** changing type **
These days are come to haunt us
Fate fickle taunt us
Best plans are swept away
A changing type of day
All efforts to manage well
Cannot the conclusion foretell
As every action generates
Failures many demonstrates
People are not where should be
And those who are need not be
There is confusion in the ranks
Overworked leaders gaining no thanks
The removal of society's order
Collapse of known borders
We are on anarchy's brink
Need less impulse more think
This is how civilisations ceases
With mobs and tax decreases
Dreams put on hold at the Cape
Explosive rise in an outpouring of hate
No one cares if for other provided
If once a village unified are now divided
Together strong once we stood
Now our decadent civilisation acknowledges no good.

Tramp

* Tramp *
In a colour banner high
Set the rainbow of life cross sky
The easy demeanour of a tramp
No cares at all except where to get
Another fag or another drink
Any doorway for shelter do
No great company due to the smell
Which tramp does not smell as well
Been so long in this state
No other form could contemplate
Smile is one meant to ingratiate
The tramp with all they meet
Just makes commuters step back
And offer feebly some coin to placate
This image of where life could turn
Due to bad luck or tragic personal fate
To step off from the straight and narrow
Fall between the cracks of stability and security
Become a blip below social net
All your life gone to hell
Become a tramp with a smell
All life attention centred on next cigarette.

Monday, August 15, 2011

What point

** what point **
These quietly tracking feet
Sounds of city muted
Looking for uniqueness
Reflection of perfect self
Mirror of your self
Inside those other eyes
Hear their words and consider
What really is the point
Can see where this conversation is heading
The ending drawn out clear
Another lonely night
Holding up a beer
Cheered by friends surrounding
Wonder why they are here
All seem so desperate
Hung drawn and quartered
Hanging from relationships gallows
Rejects on the shelf
Perfection is not for you
Those lives of ease and luxury
You must struggle forward
A trier and a mediocrity
An un substantial blip
Neither of benefit or drag
To society all around
Will live and die un heralded
Except by a chosen few
Who live same life as you
These myriad miscreants
Into your orbit strayed
A group of oddities
Unassuming blank dull motes
Fate brings you together
For there is no where else to go
The lost and lonely grasping for
This friendship you would not know.

Friday, August 12, 2011

What I like

** what I llike **
What fashion what style which cut
I just know what I like
Online or offline
Through browser ot at bricks and mortar
The fabric the drop the line
I consider and decide
If I should make the garment mine
Expense a consideration for finances tight
Yet always willing to spend if it is just right
Leather or cotton or wool blend or suede
Which ever I feel I should have
And sales cannot evade
A rabbit in the headlights
Of oncoming discounted perfection
A shortage of stock so no time for reflection
Just use the credit provisioned
For perfect garment envisioned
By using it perpetually
Will ensure the profit eventually
Of this fashion item bought
This perfect item which was sought
I just know what I like
Hope I can deal with bills when they strike.

Unequal war

** unequal war **
There is another war occurring
A silent war unreported
The insidious shifting of equality
Margin changing between the Have
And the trapped Have Nots
For all the goods electrical
Entertainment toys provided
Have Nots want access to society's levers
To feel they matter and control their lives
Are not disposable and forgotten
Are not objects of Have derision
Looking down on Have Nots
Picking at their weak education
Finding mirth in their crowded squalor
How Have Nots have to always queue
For every illness or prescription pill
And when budget matters rise
Haves cut Have Nots support
Leave them floundering in own muck
Seems the Haves have all the luck
An education bought solid
Access to the right people at right time
Set in stone the lead they hold
Passed back by others who before them strode
All the little edges privilege provides
To allow the Haves such better lives
And as they know only such
Cannot comprehend another life
Where merit must be fought for
And education is class war
Where parents worn down cannot attend to
The adventurous desires their children might do
As the Have Nots have so little to spare
After mortgage food utilities and car
Exhausted from uneven pursuit of what
Haves have always had and got
That little extra to soften the path
Avoidance of the government's wrath
This divided kingdom of have or not
As inequality grows how long has it got?

Thursday, August 11, 2011

numbed

+* numbed *+
This quiet and desperate despair
Death adder in my heart
Poison darkly seeps and spreads
Inescapable and unavoidable
Throws world external into dullness
Blunts all joy and laughter
Submerged drowning in a fog of shadows
Exiled from my friends and family
My hands so clumsy if I reach out
Spoiling all I touch
As if the poison is not within but of
Of me and completely formed
A poison poisonous to brighter life
A despair or thunder cloud
Intruding upon every other life
Simple tasks become insurmountable
Weather is to harsh and I too brittle
Cold or heat or wind or shine fracture me
Leave me beaten and bruised
Bleeding internally till I collapse
Consumed by this poisonous blight
Living daily in numbed darkest life.

Simple beauty

** simple beauty **
I look upon your lines
So elegant and restrained
Time has rubbed soft harsh edges
Brash glare of freshness settled
Comfortable with self and location
Character and strength of being
Infuse every part of you
As I glance across I wonder
What stories you could tell
How the passing years have changed
Speed and life of those around you
What memories you might hold
Locked in very essence of yourself
Echoes of children's laughter
Seen rise and fall of love affairs
Sickness joy hard times and good
Been a part of you
And even when they go away
And you are left alone
Your elegant lines and gentle beauty
Lure others in to stay
Who wish a home not audacious
Just a simple dwelling of Federation brick
A warm and cosy suburban home.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Where what we

*+-- where what we --+*
Where are we
What are we doing
Evolution or revolution
There is a line we dare not cross
A point where profit becomes loss
All the calculation made
The indications in the wind
As three witches might on the heath
The boiling stench arises of trouble
Can try and work your fate
Cannot avoid is postpone a reckoning
When all will end and days shall start
Projecting things yet to do
Carrion crows in my head
Salt and sand eyeballs grind
As activities do as painlessly to Time
Every waking quaking moment shakes
Thin sinew and weak heart of mind
As I wonder where are we
And what is it we do.

Dreams lingering

** dreams lingering **
I know I had the strangest dreams
Feel them linger still
These dreams spinning in my head
On waking still sit there
Layered beneath my thoughts
Making me feel as if
I have forgotten or overlooked
Something I was meant to do
A nagging itching edgy feeling
A nudge waiting a wink
Colours every thought I have
Sets back my every think
In reality must ply my day
And these lost dreams crowd my way.

Begin anew

* begin anew *
Each day begins anew
With me trying to view
A positive to starting day
With a slate of work to be done
Potential to the load succumb
Will hold it up and bring to control
All will right if I toil
I fear this run too late
If broken nothing more to celebrate.

A shoe for your thoughts

** a shoe for your thoughts **
A shoe for your thoughts
Different kind of penny
Because money means less than before
Material goods only currency
Banking is dead bring on barter
What have you got
Not how much in wallet
A clothesline a swap for potatoes
Or perhaps a lively pair of chickens
For a car which barely runs
All the items acquired
Abruptly take on a different light
For what could they be exchanged
Can I carry them and are they light
For what and what and then to something
You do want
The brand new barter economy
Because the money is soiled
Worthless sheets of pretty paper
Promising much and delivering squat.

Mob

** Mob **
These whistling screams and shrieks
Darkness surrounds and completes
Flickering madness this way comes
In the guise of mobs and guns
Civil order temporarily dissolved
Forces of the Law are broken
There are none here normal
Each is only prey or predator
This is the mob in all its shades
A shifting lusting intemperate mass
No gentle form or patience has
To stop is to dissolve
To create add anarchy and loss
Loss of respect or ownership
A loss of commonsense
This is not revolution planned
From such chaos comes not freedom
Instead comes the brutal man
The warlord or dictator
Who can face the mob and channel
All resentment and chaotic power
Into a spectre for his own hands
Then bring order harsh
Sharp and brutal and obscene
And before the mob realise
What was past was dream
And now in nightmare they are stuck fast.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Family fulcrum

** family fulcrum **
These times are set to try us
Of heavy heart and heavy head
World's problems recede
Behind the fog and fury of family
An illness or sharp and ill twist of fate
Sudden telescoping of concerns
A need to focus on this primary point
Centre of universe become
All else on fulcrum spin
Family centre of all concerns
Global war famine or disease
Outside your doors ignored
Only that which touches family
Those occurrences reach inside your home
Threaten peace of your hearth
Only to those attend
Care not for all else.

Monday, August 8, 2011

In tragic depths of moonless night
The Skulhoth horde called forth to rise
Princelings of the Harrken legacy
Spawn of Great Chthulu
The Mythos proud and dark
Serving darker forces
From the very darkest deep
Called by men of knowledge
Who in reason control their fear
Lacking in the wisdom to learn
The insanity they call upon
To less than human souls they will become
Driven to complete madness
When many mouthed and tentacled
Skulhoth steathed in darkest ichor
Fanged and horned and talon clawed
On physical form not only attack
The Skulhoth also slip inside
Fragile minds of those who hear
Maddening howl of the Skulhoth call
Every hope and erg of goodness
All traces of normality remove
The Skulhoth shake the human psyche
And with a roar all sense remove
There is no cure nor no hope
For those who the Skulhoth assault
There is only greater darkness and madness
On moonless night of greatest tragic darkness
When Skulhoth called forth to appear.

** move to null **

---- move to null -----
Often find the drifting thoughts
In morass of woe
I am just here and no further found
The day is cold and thoughts slow
A morbid dance in amber make
Is this how life feels
Half warmed up and served to fate
There is an impeding sense of doom
Of a world without room
Our better sides battered down
Our optimism set on hold
The stars to whom we reached
Unattainable to us seem
Those who shall reach them now
Not in course of endeavours scientific
Instead for matters mercantile
And any benefits which accrue
Shall fill the profits of privileged few
And on my back carry this cross
A mortgage and debts
This constant cost
Would see if tomorrow could bring
A better place and better dream
Instead I slip to fall beside
The edge of this roadside
And none who see have time to stop
Seems compassion now fixed by the clock
So much in distress found
An ending cannot be sought
No continuation by other means
The darkness of completion
Termination of this line
The resolution of life
Is only total death and total null of anything.

Dark image

** dark image **
Dusky silken maidens
Voyeurs of the dark
Dreams in firework shadow
The brim of life is full
The tears of Gods shed
Upon the mortal darkness
A fresh kind of ill and dread
As all in confusion fall
And I am one of many
Who collapses dead.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

And you stand for

** and you stand for **
The darkness or the light
The directions we can turn
Moralities on display
Is our heart generous
Or shrivelled like a pit
Do we embrace life gladly
Or always say life is shit
Do we love our neighbour
Or scorn their every word
Are we pleasant folks to know
Or bigots racists lairs
Who people try to ignore
Are we one or the other
The bad or good divide
And how do we see ourselves
And to ourselves have we lied
So many channels we can choose
Never simply black or white
The fine print there for all to read
Most of everything in plain sight
Which are you on road of life
Good Samaritan looking out for others
Or scurrying by with gaze averted
One extreme or the other
Or more likely you are neither
Rather a bit of that and this
Not racist nor welcoming
A person of mongrel morality
Who sometimes does their bit
Other sometimes you go missing
By your absence conspicuous
A weathervane in the wind
Turning with each change in direction
Of your own society's stumbling morality.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Outside the flow

** outside the flow **
At times I find myself exiled
A hermit in their presence
An island though a man
Hearing conversation flowing
Yet not in there with a paddle
Not listening properly to the flow
I am seeking something more
There is a tickle in my senses
Random thought buried deep
Says this is not for us
Yet seems nowhere else to leap
The conversation continues onward
Seems to ease their souls
Yet I am not included
And the chatter gives me no rest
Seems shallow and inconsequential
Not using intelligence to its best
Now this may seem snobbishness
As if I pity them
Yet I feel I am the one to pity
For I can not find the joys they do
In exploring the mundane
And such surprises human nature holds
For they cannot understand the game
I feel a shout welling up
A need to tell them how it is
And I realise such words
Would carry no impact and disillusion
Any truths which they hold dear
So I keep my counsel to myself
And wish they would explore another topic
Without the need to seem so naïve
Apply themselves to thinking
Before they open their mouths to reveal
A total lack of knowledge
And so I am an island
Isolated from their communication
Just off the shore of where they are
How distant that seems to be.

Art talking

** art talking **
If I was an artist
And only in the paint
Could I draw close to you
What image would I present
What style or school chosen
To communicate through art
Would Monet watching smile
Or Picasso spin his 'tache
Would Stalin respect my endeavours
Post modern Soviet goulash
Would the colours known
Catch shimmering your skin
Would gleam of your eyes
Be where I end or begin
In fluid naturalistic lines flowing
Or with abstract dots and spurts
How would I capture you
So loved no painting could ever
Give you your just desserts.

Fickle Life 2

** fickle life 2 (a slight rewriting)**
The tiled remnants ash crusted
Of another Pompeii house
Gives us stern remembrance
Of when Vesuvius coughed
Makes us acknowledge frailty of life
How fickle life can be
For in another city in another place
The eruption is merely news
Stories written of their fate
Beyond sliding doors of time
Through which actions moved
The difference of the unaffected
How we often mark the course
Of I knew him or was there
Only an hour before
I often travel along that road
Or buy something in that store
Yet fate and time had not combined
To place us at the epicentre
Of unscheduled volcanic eruption
Or another person's strangeness
Another person's political agenda
For you were safe on another path
Yet none of us can see what lies ahead
Perhaps a failure of tyres to grip
An encounter with a desperate junkie
Your maiming may be minor
Less complete than death
And then you will discover
How deep runs the thread
Of your own good humour
If you possess the resilience to resist
Darker moods and treasonous thoughts
Which take you out of time
Discover then as Pompeii learnt
When Gods harsh actions take
There is little poor mortals can do.

* to sleep *

* to sleep *
When you close your eyes
Into slumber slip
When close your eyes and pause
From rush of life's tight grip
How can I love you more
For serentiy upon your face
A special kind of love
As your face a special kind of grace
Those lips so made for kissing
And chin for tracing fingertips
As eyelids lightly flickering
And slumber warmth arises
There is nothing I need do
And nothing for you
You can shift to deeper sleep
As I watch over you.

Cannot hear his voice

** cannot hear his voice **
All the papal bulls declare
Do this not that and not here
Deny the ability to include
A diversity of life opinion
Not about spiritual salvation
Not about prayers to God's ear
Is about the earthly kingdom
Trying keep majority on side
Crushing all dissent
Showing no love only hate
Moving on beyond retaining own morality
To others morality dictate
Live this way not that
Do this never that
Beyond general social laws
Begin to segregate and section
Introduce a thousand minor infarctions
Based on bias prejudice and hate
As Jesus who founded Church never did
He just demanded faith
And so sinners to his side flocked
The sheep for his shepherds to lead
Seems the men who now lead
Cannot hear his voice in his actions
Of accepting outcasts of society
Instead they seek to vilify
Demand a purity unsound
On which to Church raise
And so the rock upon which
The church is raised
Has become hard and forgiving
A list of rules against minorities raised.

Ribbons

* ribbons *
These ribbons of pain
These ribbons of regret
The tangled undoing findings
By horror heart beset
A wandered broken land
A tired crazy man
Dancing to the jitterbug
Of life and work and family
Never feeling ease for moment
Trying to balance self
Against pressures of a multitude
Of obligations to be done
Chores to be completed
Until the taffy man
Pulled so far out of shape
Cannot pick where troubles start
Or where the end of heart.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

When twinned forms

* when twinned forms **
Slide the button through material
Frayed edge of lips place on skin
Feel the heat and pulse deep stirring
How the skin you fresh discover
Tastes so sweet and rich
Brioche of senses cannot resist
Another button through material slide
Reveal it all nothing left to hide
A disrobing slow and fair
Nervous brush back of cascading hair
Hands are not set at rest
Eagerly explore and contest
To see which can best invoke
A sigh or shimmering tactile revolt
This world we knew is beset by lust
An affliction more common than trust
Yet when both in alloy formed
How greatly world transformed
The simple Sun a blazing orb
Stars in night sky are just for us moored
All the universe subject to our whims
Trust and lust set as kindred twins
Who in communion reflect above
A greater truer deeper satisfying love.

The hubritic country

* the hubritic country *
How often wrong are we
The self satisfied smug and free
Seeing other nations in disorder
Comfortable about our own borders
Can't you see the hubris grow
We the lucky country believe we now know
Are a chosen people with chosen wealth
Ore to sustain our nation's health
Yet how we use this Nature's gift
As through country's precious soil sift
Be a true telling if we deserve
To this country ourselves justly reserve
If in future lucky country destitute become
Our pure Nature to pollutants succumb
All the earnings we gain now
Be worthless if future follies sow
For in Time we will see all the clearer
We were not of country's future a better bearer
We were in truth in a lucky place
And our failure to appreciate a sorrowful disgrace.

+ of immortal failure +

+ of immortal failure +
The shy the quiet the unimpressed
Scholars lured by myth's folly
There is not a reason set
For why education equal wisdom get
The knaves are fools of old
And fools of present are knaves for sure
All the gaining in surfeit
Gains you nothing if all complete
A greed which eats beyond appetite
A war with too many dead
These are the victories pyrrhic
In winning lose all
A victor consuming ashes
Each victory closer to an end
Such pointless finality
The laws of success cannot bend
To continue infinitely
Requires you start anew
The contradiction of growth immortal
Needs fresh birth regularly
Or else cessation of life occurs
Immortality without change
Is death with a moving view
And can we learn for infinity
Or do we learn and lose
Patchwork quilt of things done
All with which you remain
Fighting Time to be immortal
To gain the world and lose a life
Become out of time and out of place
Freak of nature inside a never aging face.