Friday, August 18, 2017

Song from the Silence

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What will it take to remove you from my mind,
take it all away, these memories I find,
drifting through the sunshine and through the darkness too,
you keep coming back to me, there’s nothing I can do,
but love you, love you every day,
love you all the time, love you every way,
take me, take me where you can,
take me to the edge, take me, you’re my man.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Let me be the one...

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Let me be your friend
Let me be the one close to you
Let me soothe your brow when dusk settles on a hot summers day
Let me whisper words and tales to enlighten and entertain you
Let me share your dreams with equal pleasure they provide you
Let me be the one you reach out to in time of need and bliss
Let me be the one to whom goodbye does not apply

Sunday, August 13, 2017

"As above, so below... within, so without
as the universe, so the soul." Hermes Trismegistus

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That what you dream, imagine, build in your mind,
the visions alive with colour, smell, the ocean’s mist,
in sunshine, under storm clouds, in the dripping rain,
in the silver moonlight illuminating your skin in the clearing of the forest,
with nectar sliding down your throat in exquisite sweetness
and satisfaction, feeding your soul with love,
dreams of an intensity tangible by the goosebumps on your skin,
the glances from those touched by the energy you emit,
those are the images of your freedom, your light,
these are the words from your spirit, your guide,
allow yourself to be led……

Friday, August 4, 2017

The Promise

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To the storm clouds rolling in,
to the thunder trembling through her,
to the threatening strike
and the wind tearing at her clothes
she said: “I’ve been expecting you,
even hunted for you, leaving a trail
of my scent for you to find,
seeking your closeness, your knowledge,
I will devour every exposed and hidden part of you,
my soul clamouring to receive what you are,
what you’re offering, I will take, I will take you, I want your all.”

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

The Forest

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My heart longs for the silence
of the woods moist with the mist of tears,
dripping softly onto moss-covered ground,
bare feet on a path intuitively chosen,
where my soul finds the stillness
imparted by nature, its breath of green
cleanses my lungs, my soul, my heart
with its birdsong, rustling leaves and butterflies.
Earthed. Grounded. Realigned.

Friday, July 28, 2017

As for you, so for me

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On a cold winter’s night stalked by a mist, at the house where the motorbike no longer stands, through the trees a bonfire was blazing to voices electric with excitement.  She was drawn to the fire, heat seeking flame, foreign words summoning a response from deep within.  Taken into a circle of familiar strangers, she joined the rhythm emanating from the earth, the drums, the trees, the air, the ocean, the fire…… a shooting star streaked through the sky.

I am one, I am countless, I am who I’m meant to be.  I feel your intentions, hesitation, excitement, tears.  I am many-faceted, passed through multiple souls and spirits, I align with who you need me to be.  I’m a part of you without losing a part of myself, I feed off your energy without taking from you, you’re in my life, there's a purpose, to relieve a desire, curb a craving, satisfy a curiosity, fill a demand, share knowledge, for enlightenment, as for you, so for me.

She is that girl with eyes alive, a light-footed step and an energy pulsing barely disguised beneath her skin, drawing laughter and goodness she wraps with her touch, you with luck and love…… whilst the waves keep rolling and butterflies still come to rest on my knee, I know true to be this path beneath my feet.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Friday lovin'

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Come here and tell me,
tell me what I need to know,
do you feel what I feel too?
When you are near me
I don’t want to let you go,
you’ve got something I‘m into.

So if you want me
say you feel the same,
don’t waste precious time,
if it’s meant to be…

and let me love you,
let me feel your touch,
love me every day,
baby you’re so hot.

I want to be with you,
every single part of you,
as we move in perfect tune,
feeling free and fine,
maybe me you’re meant to find,
forever yours as you are mine.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Cigarettes, Whiskey and The Blues

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Forever summer
a life strewn with light
time could not touch me
all was gold and right
until illusion
collided with the truth
I lost it all then
the innocence of youth
now I’m crying
without you
I don’t know myself
this world so strange so new
I am dying
I’m nothing
without you
who took it all
every dream I wrote
entwined in every thought
I am sinking and still I hope……
Your callous deeds
changed me
still I can’t hate
I am praying
changes you.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

By Your Word

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I have looked to see all I need
to let you go and say goodbye,
played with angles from all directions,
given you the benefit of every doubt,
listed in my subconscious for reflection
should you need to call their name,
at which time, by your word, you'll be judged.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

For him who flew the nest

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You don’t know what it feels like to have a home, but know you cannot return…

It is easy to say something while you have it, you think differently when your base has been removed,
your choices are different, your thinking is different, you are different when coming from a point of security to that of uncertainty, the unknown.

This knowing you have what you have inherently gives you a confidence, an ability to take chances, the edge, bravado, to march forth unthinking,
knowing there is nothing to catch you when you fall, slices through the options before you and directs you onto a completely different path.

And that, that is something you only understand once it happens, once you live these moments.

And I cry for you for the time, the first time you will feel this, and I pray you’ll be strong enough to know what you need to do to prevent yourself from self-destructing.

You’ll be in a foreign land, without familiar places and familiar sound, watching the touches between people who’ve known each other for a long time, see the hugs and kisses passed between family members in greeting or in parting, the footsteps, see them walking towards a definitive destination, within known boundaries, familiar time spans, familiar rules.

You will long for your home ground, the streets you walked as a child, a growing adult, you will wish for the faces you passed daily, even the ones you chose to duck behind a hedge to avoid, you will long for the annoying demands of meeting timeframes you thought suffocating, the hugs you found smothering, the words you did not want to hear, the voices you did not want to hear, even the annoying bark of the dog next door and the ticking clock at midnight in the kitchen of the house you grew up in...

.....I pray for gentle waves while you learn the ways of the world out there.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Terminal Impunity

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I do still miss you so,
entrenched as you are,
a warm memory of sunny days
when you flowed through my veins,
recklessly tearing through my consciousness
and we flew with a fire in our eyes,
without caution, without advisement,
in a daze of self-gratification,
left everything behind,
even myself.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

...nothing is ever guaranteed.

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When you are with light-minded people, their freedom rubs off on you and infects you, you are unrestricted, with purity of purpose to live your life. You are given the courage to do things differently, live a life your parents never could, who followed the expectations of their elders, followed the rules of an outdated book. Learn from history, don’t blindly follow, and question everything Establishment has ever taught you.…… the world is a changed place yet the rules on how to live have not, how can that be?

You are still outside the box, look before you willingly enslave your limbs, your dreams and your soul.  Lies are indecipherable from truths, published by a network created to direct your thoughts, infiltrate your being, corrupt your reason and turn you into a worker bee without a voice, without a sting, you pose no threat.  

So do not decide lightly, do not decide to please another, the scenery stays the same with or without their approval.  And please remember, there will always be doubts, places look vastly different when imagination translates into reality, and nothing is ever guaranteed, who would it hurt if you (don't) try......

Monday, June 12, 2017

Phoenix Rising

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The void was in me before I took the first drop of poison promising to relieve it all
The pain of denial, pretense, of living a lie enforced by the fear of abandonment, when abandonment would in all likelihood have set me free
The cold in the space where love should’ve been, the twisted ways I chose to love and be loved
The methodical approach to finding, then experiencing it all, everything, at least once
The knowing I’m holding a loaded gun to my head yet continue, dauntlessly challenging the universe
The moments I desperately long to have back, the time I have wasted wallowing and believing everything ever said to me, instead of believing my intuition, what I know to be my purpose
The knowing I am more, more than I’ve been told I can, more than what I have, more than you, a knowledge without language no words can explain, which roar through the silence, how can everyone not hear them?
I am empty, cold, have only me to offer, I give up, surrender, do with me what you wish, I can no longer feel the pain you’re (sub)consciously inflicting on me. I’m filled with sorrow, for the lost hours and friendships, wasted conversations and pointless exploits, the only echo left, the sighs of dying embers
Into a million indiscernible particles I am scattered, and the silence of the void is filled with acceptance and love, patience and belief, tolerance and indulgence, rebuilt into someone who looks like me, but who’s outgrown all and every power ever wielded over me, feel me if you dare to feel the light

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Free me

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Free me from there where I’ve been
Free me from the bonds within
Release me from these unwanted obsessions
Expunge the learned prescribed transcriptions
Free me from these eternal contradictions.

Friday, June 9, 2017

The State I'm In

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I cannot do this. I cannot be a pivotal factor in the course of another’s life.
 I would forever carry the repercussions as my personal responsibility,
I’d be a traitor to truths we shared before things changed,
disturbed my balance, became intrusive, unflinchingly persistent,
and even though I know your reactions to be from the heart,
the chameleon in you frustrates me, I can’t keep up these walls all the time,
I must separate myself from your physicality, knowing I will miss you.
Now is what is, be in it, own it, direct the course, it's your own choosing,
decide, look towards answers, assess without emotions the means of getting there.
If you’re lucky you’ll be able tie them with your string of dreams,
if not it will hurt, do you see the position I now find myself in?

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Let's pretend...

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Let’s pretend it didn’t happen
let's pretend I didn’t hear
I’ll pretend I believe you
and pretend that you love me
I’ll pretend it was a song
pretend everything is okay
and we can pretend to live happily ever after…

Friday, June 2, 2017

It is only at night

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It is only at night
when the sky is dark
and all is asleep,
when dreams sweep through starry skies
and the energy of the earth and the moon sings through me,
it's only then I feel peace inside….

Sunday, May 28, 2017

In The Cold of This Here Morning

I could take this car and go, speeding recklessly down highways, never stop, to get away from what? This pain overwhelms, cripples my thoughts, restricts my movements, and I cannot determine the source of it.  I’ve berated myself for being self-indulgent, ungrateful, feeding my ego, living in yesterday, wishing for tomorrow.  I feel nothing, not love, not hate, not hope, just empty and cold and alone.  I have faked smiles, I’ve given, encouraged, put a light on in another’s darkness. I’ve watched your response, doubtfully hopeful, hesitant, but I’ve been gifted too with your smile.  At the streetlight I stop, colours catch my eye, green pines, orange bright, crisp blue rays, the song from the speakers swims through me. A bird swoops, red turns green and the grime in the gutters reappears, the beggars and impatient cars stream into my vision, the holes in the tarmac drawing me to the decay, showing me the rotten humanity, I cannot face anymore, this focus on my dissatisfaction, rebellion, trapped and held by my own mind, I cannot muster a selfless response, knowing is no longer enough. In these dead-end surroundings, amongst the harshness of poverty, pointless existence steals the pleasure previously felt. Hopeless, dreary, destructive, self-destructive, I must get through another day and you ask me why I am crying?

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Life's little contemplations

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There’s nothing light about breaching the borders,
it is chaotic, destructive and dark,
it’s seeing the cruelty hidden behind artful facades,
feeling naked malice, intent and betrayal,
it means facing your beliefs, your fears, your deepest memories,
staring them in the face until you can see past their proximity,
giving you the courage to free yourself, lift yourself beyond
the grasp of the makers of this make-believe called ‘life’.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The passing of a season

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so here it is, the passing of a season,
past, lost afternoons in warm rays of laughter
words breathed to the rhythm of dreams
leading skin and spirit to peaceful convergence
yesterday echoes with the rolling waves.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Through the Looking Glass

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I have tried but I can’t look past the blatant disparities I see passing before my eyes, the disjointed assembly of like-minded(?) souls intent on a self-defeating journey to obliteration and oblivion of themselves and my world.

 I have tried to flout failing laws designed to direct your thoughts and songs into the arms of another’s god, an entity of fearsome might and darkness who will lead you to nothing but isolation and desolation.

 I walk the hallways at 3am guided by touch and faith in the ground on which I tread with my bare feet, my mind filled with the essence of stillness, feel these waves rolling through me, I see dreams beyond your doubts, the way past your every why, a clarity revived by the breath of night carries me into dawns light with a smile to brighten, words to enlighten, I know, I just know! there is something better out there for us.

Monday, May 15, 2017 many things!!!

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There are so many things running through my head; things to start, to end, to practice, to plan, to let go, to experience, to grasp, to anticipate, to groan at, to dislike, to love, to deny, to admit, to fulfil, to turn away from, to confront, to reach out to, to touch, to feel, to own, to be……

Sunday, May 14, 2017

There are no Boundaries

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It is my fear I feel
my tears which flow
burn through my vision
tear through me……
 precisely because it is my fear
paves as just this direction
 I accept your pain
being burnt by your fire
cut by your knife
the toxins you release through me
 your destruction will set me free
allow me to transcend these boundaries
not meant for me to observe.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

......some more Things I Wonder About

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You say you don’t want to change me,
you ask me to modulate my voice,
you affirm acceptance of who I am,
you reflect displeasure at my exuberance,
you claim immunity to the judgments of others,
you push me away with ‘there’s a time and place for everything’,
you express forgiveness for all my sins,
you silence me with the charge of living in the past.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Things I Wonder About

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I still wonder what made her hesitate that day,
the thought processes at play in her mind,
why did she stare at the billowing curtains
was if reading a message unseen to all eyes but hers,
was she deliberating her decision,
playing through each possible outcome,
were they all the same or was one separate,
was the tremor in her hands well-placed excitement,
or did she hesitate that day out of fear?

Friday, April 28, 2017

My Season

The once innocent in me
didn’t know I’d lost the key
in an emptiness that seeked
highs and lows that dove and peeked,
I was led into a prison,
choices made, I didn’t listen,
didn’t understand the frisson,
couldn’t see what I was given.

But the answers live in me,
understands this misery,
shed my tears so I could be,
I accept what I now see,
with love, so has been written,
give yourself to fill what’s missing,
what I see is not illusion,
it is meant, it is my season.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Delicate Equilibrium

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The battle within me has never ceased,
my wounds lash out, the innocents receive,
tempting demons I know can destroy my heart,
live the lies on my skin, carved by you in the dark.

I’ve seen the truth when freed from your lies,
felt laughter as it flew, changed light dark skies,
lived my dream, it may seem, were it not the truth,
side-by-side, pain and pleasure, within, they me rule.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

In the Fog of Absent Minds

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hidden pathways overgrown in the fog of absent minds
forgotten ways to a hallowed space sealed in by secret’s kiss
bound to the other’s presence, locked into intimacy
burned for, patiently waited for, to finally be fulfilled.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017


Dream, my son, and dream big,
look beyond the boundaries of the impossible,
do not bow to the critique of dubious voices,
erase the lines drawn by previous generations,
don’t take today’s rules into tomorrow.

If you see it in your dreams you can create it in your waking world,
let instinct be your guide, let your heart be the judge,
write your book in the silence proffered by the midnight moon,
then step into freedom and let your life attest to the truth,
there’s more out there, another way, another life rewarding,
nothing endures forever, be a part of the wave growing all around you.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Under silver clouds reaching down......

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Under silver clouds reaching down, I stand before you,
this is who I am, all revealed for you to see,
for you to receive my gifts of light and darkness,
my visions, energy and passion,
every truth I believe in, exposed for your inspection.

I accept you as you are,
I grant you my trust, my self, my love,
treat me gently as you lead me, I will follow your direction,
let us walk the path divine, rain on me your all devotion.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Lonely House

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In an ordinary street stands a square double-storey house in the centre of a large piece of ground.  It’s surrounded by tall proud pines that sing in the wind and fill the air with their clear green presence.  A low stone wall braces an ancient mesh gate standing slightly ajar, random stones leading to the steps of a deep veranda.  She has seen this house many times before, never seen a soul in the wild garden, not a car, sometimes a cat sunned itself on the wall.

She didn’t know why she entered here, late this Friday night.  She didn’t know who would answer the door, or what she would say, but the light of the moon propelled her forward without thought, without fear.  Her footsteps made no sound as she crossed the polished red cement to the front door.  Her knock was soft but self-assured, not a tremble in her hands as she waited, then she lifted her hand once more and turned the brass doorknob.  Unlocked, the door swung open in a silent rush.

Soundlessly she stepped inside into a seemingly empty space.  A large threadbare Persian formed an island on the wooden floors, on the mantelpiece above a fireplace three candles flickered, casting a warm glow.  Long lace curtains floated with the breeze, moonlight dancing with shadows shy in the ballroom, their midnight dance.

She absorbed the room, her eyes searched the dark corners, a wingback chair over there, a guitar leaning against the armrest, a low table with an empty glass, a dirty ashtray and silence, the deep slow breathing of a sleeping house.

She moved toward the back of the house, past a half-closed door, a bathroom, into the kitchen, wooden tops, table and chairs, the back door standing open, it always stands open.  Turning back she went up the stairs running her hand over the warm smooth banister, following her instinct, as if she knew what she would find.  The smell is the same, the energy familiar, even the rhythm of her heartbeat is in sync with the breath of a motionless form on a bed half hidden from the shimmering stars.

“……it’s been 5 years,” says a voice from the past, again the silence, the sound of a distant car, “I have seen you, walking past….. sometimes you slowed and looked up to this window…… you never stopped.  I always wondered what you were thinking, why did you look, what did you look for.  And when you walked past I wondered when you would stop, knock on my door, 5 years….. why did you come here now?”

And still there's only silence, stretching time out of proportion, a deep, deep sigh fills the air as she turns over in her sleep.