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.