Three Parts

1. I.
Move aside these clouds
Narrow distance between us two
Remove every obstacle and raise every barrier
Let us be who would be
Let us add our voices to life's constant conversation
Together forge new paths and dreams
Other than those we alone once held dear
2. II.
The places we used to go
Now ring hollow and dark
Emptied of the life we filled them with
Bare trees and debris of autumn leaves
Time's clutter on green lawns where we once lay
These hands on cold nights seek the eiderdown
These fingertips cold no longer trace your heat
The radio buzzes me awake
And I lie there hearing house creak
Your heartbeat no longer drowns out the day
Your embrace no longer warms as storms surg
And in silence between the thunder
Seems an infinity of time for reflections on you
3. III.
Never again did our paths
You remained so young in my,memories
As I aged you stayed as you had been
An elegant passionate creature  of,memories and dreams
Details falling away till I cannot recall
Colour of lipstick you wore or which dress
How important were those shoes to your confidence
And what words we first spoke
Lost and unrecoverable in churning millstream of Time
Instead recall how warm we lay after a morning tryst
A kiss which wiped my mind of all thought
A sensation of being loved and loving
A sense of two joined as one.

Shorter than a straight line.

Shorter than a straight line.

I could draw a straight line
Between where you are and I reside
Ignore the turns and re-directions I need take
To be beside you
And every route I plot twists longer
Than the line taken by my heart
You are always closer.than my next breath
No further away than distance heart moves in each beat
In every direction and place you lie
A star guiding me above.and found under bare feet
You are the hands on the clock
And every moment and fraction of a second measured
None can see the you so close to me
And I cannot unsee or un-be tbe atoms of self
Marinated and indelibly stained with presence of you.

Wolves in Vestments

Wolves in Vestments

Escape confusion of mundane

Easier to fight the profane

Everyone accepts your view

Carried forth on the strength of many

Need not have clear answers just blunder in

Declare this illegal and that sin

Does not remove poverty or ignorance

In fact the more the better

As you follow archaic law or good book to the letter

Devoid of empathy and offering no hope

A fight against unseen menace because with reality unable to cope

Circumstances or life experiences do not matter

As lives precious and fragile shatter

Speak of love when love you avoid

Where your love for others should be a void

Declaring your goodness to words and lines

For this makes you good in trying times

A person in whom others place trust

For the words and lines say they must

A predator with a winning smile

Pious obedience and humility your style

For those who can see beyond the role adopted

To the black heart and soul corrupted

Beyond the mundane cares and chores you dwell

An angelic demeanour concealing an inner hell.

no longer loving thine neighbour.

The boulevard of dreams is still there
the religions saying love and share
governments looking out for you
democracies of multiple parties two
this is the world of our today
shaped by Western Society's way

Leave the words behind
pick up a gun and empty mind
take the war onto the streets
where philistine and intelligentsia
burn the bus-stops and the parks
erase every one of Western Society's marks

How much hate has been built
how much is love and how much guilt
of Gods aligned along national lines
bombing children in schools covered with vines
your neighbour is your friend
unless your neighbour's religion does offend

fallen yesterdays

When I met you
the days moved at different speed
it was yesterday
so many fallen yesterdays
and the past had more time
the grass was greener
birds sung in tune
and you were the person
around whom I could sculpt
an entire future and life
in one kiss and embrace
an entire life could race
through my thoughts and mind
what we did or did not do
no longer matters
life has moved us along
and if there were tears forgotten
sleepless nights overlooked
all which can be recalled
is sunny days
and soft kisses seeking.

if heart should ever tell

if heart should ever tell

in eyes you don't see
the scars on the heart
the underlying trauma
a lifetime worth of drama
condensed to six months
so much wisdom gained
through torture insane
the death of an innocent
birth of another
two brothers arrived
only one breathing still
the other lies still and purple
a plastic numbness to the flesh
no escape from death
and celebrations to be held
all placed on hold 
for in birth there was death
in death there was birth
twin images of each other
death of a twin brother
in grief father and mother
pray and cry and sleepless nights
hoping for best
living the worse and greatest
moments of life lived so far
beside a crib one struggles
while in a coffin other snuggled deep
into the earth a graveside farewell
for one who never talked
one who never cried
this side of the birth channel
and parents must continue on
world continues to spin
birds to greet dawn with song
one is gone and other must be held
and in hearts a space for both set aside
one dark and cold the other bright
one with hope for future
the other the past tragedy
never the heart to be rewrit
for one is dead and the other lived. 

war is over

Scribe words across the sky a hundred metres high
the soldiers are all going home
bring ribbons and cake drink till dawn
fornicate in the streets
the war is over
allow chaos to reign for tomorrow
we must all return to the art of peace
of submerging animal hate
beneath a veil of manners
for the war is over
 and we are all going home.

casual cruelty

Somewhere they are shifting chairs
I hear the screech across polished floorboards
the scratches to thin personality of wood
forever marked by such casual rough treatment
casts up another face
a girl from long ago
(though in truth she was already a woman
I was just a fool not to know)
who in my loving ways I left crying
not understanding what we had or felt
only later in taking stock
saw the monster I was then
with such casual cruelty
slayed such uncomplicated beauty
and karma in reflection
said enough of that
no more can you catch unicorns
the world vengeance shall have
for discarding love so easily
moving on without a care
innocence is broken
cynicism rule your heart
every one you meet tomorrow
be a reflection of your shallowness
as you did all be cruel deception.

the days turned upon themselves

Find me lost
crippled limping
a drowned cat in the rain
gypsy having lost his compass
Tomorrow is always today
today was always tomorrow
and yesterday inevitably follows
proving history and hindsight right
as if percentages of certainty after the event
were worth as much as those considered before
when all is uncertainty all is risk all is change
and the escape clause of not doing
of not seeing tomorrow glorious
allowing today to remain as were yesterdays
and as the yesterdays which shall inevitably
follow the smallness of our thoughts and instincts
the gross pymgy we would be if leant upon by our fears
and so you find me lost
as I look over the horizon from today
to the edge of potential tomorrow
lost courage lost hope lost direction
and today will be yesterday crowded by so many might have beens
unless take the challenge of today to paint tomorrow brightly and glid it in gold
for tomorrow never arrives
the tomorrow we seek is this today
which we must dress in hope and promise
so glorious ever will remain our yesterdays.

Drunkenly

Drunkenly

The sideways stagger
parking meters set your course
poles along your Everest descent
from fun to place of rest
the hallways and corridors provide
walls against which you bump
corralling you along the journey
from front door to bedroom
knowing you should have one more drink
a long cool clear glass of water
to help soothe the aching head of the future
which tomorrow on waking shall overwhelm
set drums to pounding
in every movement and every sound
after this drunken night is complete.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.