Friday, October 7, 2016

It's Twilight

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the grinning moon is resting
its light trailing through a meadow
lacing through the weaving wings of grace
sinking slowly, peacefully
stretching thin its lithe limbs
until the last peaks of his grin
become a shooting star you thought you saw
at the edge of your consciousness,
was it real or was it a dream.

Monday, October 3, 2016


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Why won’t they go away
the images
replaying one episode
again and again
a loop
every detail into my being
filling my memory bank
leaving no place for hope or light.

  Why won’t they fade away
the voices
repeating that sentence
over and over
every words cuts through me
splinters and divides
the last ounce of strength I have left to fight.

  I’m rendered speechless
no sound passes these lips
jaw firmly clenched
the words stay trapped in my head
and I’m frozen in this space
forced to feel every detail and vibration
as clearly as the day it happened.

Friday, September 30, 2016

From Me to You

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You know, I’ll love you for all time,
show me everything you find,
every sorrow and every lie,
I will heal your soul and mine,
yours and mine……

Your heart is filled with some much pain,
let it be, what can you gain,
your tears flow through me like the rain,
I want to take it all away,
all away……

Now let’s dance right through the night,
come to me, please do not hide,
I need you near me, by my side,
I will take you to the light,
to the light……


Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Your spirit, my song

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Here again, this here’s for you
from the cold of the winter it grew
it drew me to you,
sea sand and sunshine is past
making love on the grass
all that is past,

you made me feel I belong
your spirit, my song
our song,
now you left, you have gone
I am lost, can’t move on
move on……

Cold it is this last goodbye
for love and our sins we will die
yes we will die,
our dreams now in the past
touch me you touched my heart
all that is past,

you made me feel I belong
your spirit, my song
your song,
what of us has become
you have left, you have gone
you’re gone……

Sunday, September 11, 2016

It's all in the mind

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     It’s all in the mind......... these words, one leading into the other,
creating, associating, digressing, disassociating,
combines into a vivid, disjointed confusion,
compelling as the spinning lights of a fairground ride out of control,
hypnotically streaming, feeding, goading,
provokes thought into deed in a single motion,
expelling disquiet and misunderstanding to all within reach,
relayed without intention, this is the shifting focus I can’t contain………
and it’s all in the mind, you say?


Friday, September 9, 2016

The 9th of the 9th

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the feeling weightless laughter imparts,
awakening a hunger from a long time ago,
only to be taken, yanked away and trapped
in an abandoned landscape, in a constant storm.

      North, the yellowing pages of history,
neglected fields of wheat feeding hazy skies
a permanent false dusk with its aging light.
Here the air has no substance, no depth,
it is hot, flat, heavy, without an echo,
muting sounds and stealing the colour,
it has nothing left to give, now it takes.

      South… in the south I walked in a wilderness
wet with green forests, moss and waterfalls.
Rolling waves washed through my emotions,
salty air met salty tears gathering in my eyes,
the sweet blue air restored life to my dying soul,
filling it with desire, promise, love, music, dance.
And birth.

      Spend a day with me, feel what I feel in this paradise,
tell me if you can feel it too.  Does it rouse your emotions,
make you want to lay down the reigns, cease judgement,
just be and let be, taking delight in absurdity, in frivolity,
not a thought to what may be said and seen.

     If you see what I see, you will know what is killing me,
if you don’t, I shall gently retreat.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

A Saturday afternoon in the Park

could we maybe meet up at the park,
sit side-by-side on the grass with our backs against a tree,
I’d like to tell you things.

I’d like to tell you about the torment in my spirit begotten by the daily grind,
living a lie, it’s a sham, these ‘busy’ hours we’re enslaved to so willingly,
how I shudder for those feeding the escalated importance ascribed by masters
playing a disturbing game of chess with your life and mine.

I’d like to tell you about a darkness in me into which I delve,
I don’t fear it anymore, nor can it do me harm,
here I feel the hell through which you have walked,
where I’ve crucified myself into addiction,
where I found the answers to both truths and lies,
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it’s daylight that singes my senses
and disturbs my rationale with its clamour and glare,

let me feel the strength of your presence,
reassure me of your beating heart,
comfort me in the sinking silence,
fade away from all passers-by,

could we sit here until the darkened hours
blot out the assiduous motions of the day,
shadows meeting the simplicity of night,
be together in the deepest, most natural, way,

could we?

Friday, September 2, 2016

...blown-in by the breeze

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     I miss you with an indescribable intensity,
those early days of spring from a few years gone past,
how our limbs responded to a lure we couldn't withstand,
how we were drawn into nights warm with teasing laughter, dancing,
until we touched the edge and immersed ourselves in the other.
     We sidestepped the rulebook to extract forbidden pleasures,
drank, to relieve a thirst which only grew, it did not wane,
sailing through summer nights on pine- and moonlit breezes,
we were revellers in the fount of unimagined satisfaction
only spirits alike could ever hope to attain.