Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The breath of today

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When clouds touch the ground
memories seep in
your soul, from above and below.
Some tears may crest
whilst others show
the freshness of breath that is now.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Cotton Wool Clouds

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 I want to drift on these cotton wool clouds
on a bed that is white, in a wind that is warm,
to stare into space while my senses reign
in a realm that is far beyond.

...where witches dance dances of daring enchantment
and elves are entrenched with their eyes,
captured in chosen surrender that burns
in their soul as they take in the night.
Before their eyes dreams they have dreamt appear
in the whiff of a scattering cloud,
pixies stream gaily through crystal clear air
bringing fairy dust raining down.

It’s here that you yield to the subtle display
of expansion emitted to you,
and fly on the currents of angel's wings
as peace fin’ly flows through you.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

...of blankets and books and cinnamon treats

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This thunder evokes a sweet memory
of blankets and books and cinnamon treats,
as cascading giggles of utter delight,
took us to castles we built with our sight…
It’s here fairy princesses lived in rich gold,
and rose gardens wrapped us into their rose fold,
of visions that only us children could see
‘cause grown-ups had polished off all that lush sheen.
I’m now an old child, I believe the tall tales,
written by masters whose touch still prevails
in the dark chambers of this dusty mind,
who chooses to delve into thoughts unconfined…

Monday, December 10, 2012

Bare your Soul

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Your tears fall like the ceaseless drizzle
teeming down outside,
and rolling across the heavens
the thunder bears your dissent.
A lightning bolt of reason
brings silence to the deluge,
and the weight starts to lift
as the lingering mist fades away...

Thursday, November 22, 2012

In the Urban Desert

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How can anyone be empty in a spot so filled with people?
How can anyone not see me in this place with million eyes?
Have the gods me now deserted in a broadcast of white noise,
have they taken all the air, as my footstep slowly dies?

…… I halt before the emptiness as distance leaves despair,
cold the grip I feel inside, of nothing I’m aware,
I’m but another hollow sound that’s trudging down the road,
disinterest echoes all around as hopelessness enshrouds.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

On the Eve of the New Moon

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My soul is caught in yesterday’s dream
on the eve of the breaking new moon.
I sit in the park once lush with lawns,
now dried up and dusty with weeds and thorns,
and wonder what’s happened to the petals strewn,
when their sight, once loved, turns to scorn.

Friday, November 16, 2012

55 - The Lazy River

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Delight runs like a lazy river through the landscapes of my mind,
drenching my thoughts in a syrup so sweet,
as your touch induces bliss and your hands lead me to a trail of light,
sparkling like diamonds in the warm golden sands of my heightened senses
as only you can evoke them in me…

Friday, November 9, 2012


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It was a day like any other, but it was the day that she chose,
to lift the anchors in her life without ties.
The St. Christopher glinted around her neck, reflecting a light,
hers to own, if she chose to look through windows
untouched by layers of grime.
With a passion she delved into cupboards and trunks
overflowing with mementos that brought both pleasure and pain.
At first hesitantly, then recklessly, she tossed out papers, crumpled with age,
faded images of faces bleached by years in the sun.
At times she felt a stab of pain, just like the hope that was crushed
as those dreams disintegrated,
while others she recognised as the stop at the door
that prevented it from closing all these years.
Tears flowed freely as she threw them all away,
yet the tears were those of relief.
For finally she had space, space for new things,
as the final goodbyes were said,
granting her the freedom from the bounds that have halted
her passage forward in life …

Friday, November 2, 2012

Realm of Regret

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Empty tears flow into the black river of hopelessness
that winds through a frozen land of smoking ice.
Unblinking eyes greet a future unimaginable,
where redemption’s unattainable
by a self-imposed ban of absolution,
in the lost and forgotten realm of regret.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Hallucinations of a hollow mind

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Nerves rustle through the mind like rats through the undergrowth
of insanity, desperate to claw their way into the chambers of logic,
to find a foothold on the fragile rungs of newly captured knowledge,
while patiently waiting for their weight to snap the thread of reason
that holds the hallucinations of a hollow mind at bay…

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Through the Rabbit Hole

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I’ll gladly follow the bouncing white rabbit
through hedges grown high
and openings grown closed,
deep, deep, deeper into the maze
to where the sunlight turns a misty grey
and the moonlight paints me into a luminous puppet,
controlled by fantasy and sheer indulgence.
An impish reflection dances through ferns,
splashes through cola brooks
and dances with kangaroos
through the scent of sweet  blossoms
that open the door to wonder,
transforming the chaos of a rambling mind
into a playground carousel of magical sounds
and lights…
free from restriction, free from restraint,
free from our neighbours bounds;
and delight instead in the tea of laughter
with the joker, our host for the night…

Monday, October 22, 2012

Tortured Dreams

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And the darkness stead’ly marches through the distance, coming near,
bringing in its claws the madness of the despot who craves fear,
one who feeds on blood-red tears shed by cowering broken men,
broken by the bonds of heartache so entrenched they cannot fend
off the nightmares of the days long gone, playing in their mind,
seeking dogged retribution from a fiend they cannot find,
for the darkness takes their man, without question, without thought
to the one who’s left abandoned, tortured dreams their new cohort.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Visions of the Past

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Even when the world’s imploding
and all avenues seems blocked,
when each friendly hand seems tainted
by the knowledge that is locked,
in instinctive base reactions
programmed in your darker days,
that you need to stop and wonder
if you see true through this haze;
that may mask the real depiction
of that which is ‘fore your eyes,
can you benefit the sinner,
cut the truth from latent lies?

Friday, October 12, 2012

55 - Forever you

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I wish I could, for one last time,
hold you near and hear the rhyme
your breath of love leaves on my skin,
and feel the trust you have within,
for me to be the one you chose
to spend your time with, ‘til it slows,
I whisper my devotion true,
‘Today, tomorrow, forever, you.’

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Dark is the Night

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You came to me in my dreams last night,
you sat on my lap and you closed your eyes,
it was 3.33 when with tears I awoke,
no night is as dark ’s when the heart is broke.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A Piece of my Heart

We have a little Levi, a 6-year old African Grey Parrot, who, against all odds (for what do you know, I didn't believe myself to be a bird-person) has crept real deep into my heart.  Levi has now been sick for 7 weeks, and between building stress at home and this very nasty virus, he has not been getting better.  He's gone to hospital today, to stay for a few days, to be fed as he's so dehydrated and weak, and hopefully turn this whole thing around... Please keep him in your thoughts... this hurts...

It is in the gusting breeze
under dust-filled hazy skies,
in the fever pitch of chaos
that all sanity defies,
that a menacing cold darkness
a long shadow now imparts,
bringing home the fear of losing
a piece of this breaking heart.

It’s the hounds of hell that wrote,
down my spine in blood that’s red,
with their nails a word of warning
as towards me they have sped...
Now I pray my tears of love
wash away their cold intent,
'cause I can't release this piece,
that the Gods to me have lent.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Sins of our Fathers

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From the day we are born
our innocence’s replaced,
by the sins of our fathers,
which we lived and retraced,
on a path of learned experience
we accepted as the norm,
as we’re moulded none too gently,
without realizing the harm.

And we touch each other daily
with the wounds that deeply bleed,
sometimes hear a warning echo,
yet continue without heed,
in the perfect life we've woven
with the thread of deep denial,
all the time the heap gets bigger,
as the guilt we now stockpile.

Yet the circle needn't close,
you can write an ending new,
treat the demons to a gathering
with the truth to them undo,
lest you wonder in the dark hours
of a moonless night alone,
why the children joined the circle,
for the sins that we now own.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

In the arms of a Willow Tree

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Last night I was summoned by the waving arms of the willow tree,
the one that stands at the rivers edge, bathed in the setting sun.
It was their branches that reached out, swirling through the star-drenched waters
to murmuring angels, before opening the door to a realm far beyond.
My bare feet walked the dewy paths of moss the brightest green,
butterfly wings brushed against my cheeks and the breeze swirled through the air
in colourful tails. And that is how I became that carefree child,
filled with curious and exciting ways.  Or was it the air, sweetened with nectar,
or the dusting of silver on my naked skin in the moonlight
that opened the gateway to a freedom few experience,
to a realization only some acknowledge,
that the passing of days is indeed a liberation
of the senses that know more than the mind.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Ride

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It’s in the moment I decided to follow
in the footstep of the black cat
as it crossed my path this morning,
that I knew I had no choice
but to wait for the red-eyed white owl
and fly through the fields of reckless destruction,
where consequences are sneered at and smothered
with the impulse of the possessed,
and I continue to feed the hunger
where thoughts without cost,
and deeds without innocence,
are loved, loathed, executed and eradicated.
You want to join the ride?

Monday, September 24, 2012


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In the early morning hours
when tears begin to fall,
reach to me and hold on tight
to the memories you have stored,
where the pictures of sunshine,
smiles and love have made their home,
where the dawn was greeted too
with a smile for each their own,
and the glory of the coming day
you were itching to grab hold,
conquer all you touch, you can,
your strides were long and bold.
Forget the heavy clouds outside,
ignore what you became,
that girl’s still there with you right now,
come back and live again.

Friday, September 21, 2012

I wish...

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I wish I could glide
on the wings of the wind,
let the raindrops in the clouds
cleanse my soul there where I’ve sinned,
swim with dolphins through the waves
with a limitless delight,
come to rest on desert sands,
powd’ry soft and snowy white,
before watching as the sky
turns into the deepest blue,
then I’ll close my eyes and dream,
dream sweet dreams of me and you.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Listen to my story

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Come, come here, come sit here with me
on the cold and moist ev’ning sand,
I need you here just to listen to me,
to that what I have to say…

...and I need to know that I’m not alone,
in the end that it’ll be okay,
so put your arms ‘round me
to show that you care,
that these dragons together we’ll slay.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Weeping Wishes

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In the darkness of the dawn
man-made promises deflate,
into wisps of weeping wishes
that defeat you and negate,
as you hover on the brink
of a helplessness severe,
with the first rays of the sun,
let the truth release your fear.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Fate of the Dreamer

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I find my way through moonlight
through the twinkling midnight stars,
to the big-eyed girl that’s listening
in her mind to blues guitars,
while she drifts into a waking
dreamland that is hers alone,
where she dreams past what is real,
that which she has now outgrown.

And this dreamer flits through mazes,
follows instinct, has no doubt,
as she tweaks dirt into beauty
with an ease in time lights-out,
‘till the threat of nearing dawn
lasso’s in this spirit free,
and with misery she descends,
for the dawn weighs heavily.

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Laughing Seagulls

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There’s a place where seagulls laugh,
nestled in the arms of a valley of pine trees
that whisper in the salty breeze, where on cloudy days
the tops of these trees are decked in a fluffy white coat
while a thin veil drapes over the valley.

At the back of this place, pine trees hug a little piece of lawn
that invites you to lie on it on warm summer nights.
And this I do under grinning stars, listening to the waves
tell tall tales of sunken ships, and sometimes I even hear a mermaid sing
of far-off homelands and long lost love.

The inside is warm.  Polished wood and Persian carpets
surround a fireplace. On cold winter nights the fire roars
and the waft of burnt sugar drifts through the air
while Mick Jagger once again assures me
that ‘old habits die hard’.

But the attic is a special place... a wall of glass that
frames the ocean. A comfortable couch, a laptop, books and pictures,
and it’s here that I'm drawn to, where the mind and the words are free,
and thoughts dance like specks of light on the wall,
while all the time, the seagulls laugh at me...

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

There is a time...

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Yeah, so there are things you’re good at
and things you love to do.
Maybe you’re good at it because you love it,
or is it the other way round, I wonder,
but I digress…
Life, however, has this annoying little habit
of interfering with our ability to do them.
Time seems elusive,
disappearing like a leaf in the gusty autumn wind,
gone without a trace in an instant.
Or is it the energy levels that dip
as you get lost wandering through the empty rooms at home,
staring out of windows, all the while waiting,
praying, for that voice in your head to come up with
a million and 1 other things that need doing.
Need? Really?
Do you really need to snip those flowers? Dust those annoying ornaments?
Fill every waking moment with an activity recognized by the world at large
as something considered to be constructive?
Or should you rather just sit down, stretch out your legs
in the warm afternoon sun, in that quiet corner specifically designed
to relax in and read a book, but never have,
or maybe daydream,
daydream until the sun is but a faint memory,
in a time where the owls swoop soundlessly through the air,
where even the wind has blown itself to sleep
and your mind is refreshed and relaxed
enough to see past the obstacles created by the chaos of everyday.
‘Cause when you can reach that place,
everything is possible,
dreams are real,
and choosing to act is the only, possible answer,
even fear doesn’t feel so bad at all,
in fact, it doesn’t scare anymore,
but fills you with courage and excitement instead,
and you stand up from this daydream
to do, to live, to just experience that which you love,
which you’re good at,
and smile…
because time, too, denies every thief its victory,
and under the light of the passing moon
your dreams become real once more.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


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With a murmuring breath, the edge becomes smooth,
the ledge not as high, much wider than you thought,
your feet become still, your trembling hands rest,
your eyes see new things that have been there before.
Your mind starts to drift on a raft in a sea,
smooth as those edges, a sigh of release…

Friday, September 7, 2012

The place in my mind

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There’s a place in my mind
with silvery skies,
where pine trees whisper
with the breath of the breeze,
that brings ‘bout a stillness
to the infinite noise
that’s ruling, that I can’t control.

And it’s here I retreat,
where I shut out the noise,
ere the darkness too deep,
creeps too far in my soul,
and smothers my breath,
to the poison that swells
to a plane of hopeless despair.

Friday, March 9, 2012


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5.15, an early dusk settles on this day
and a veil of silence descends like a comforting mist
that feeds the stillness, desperate to emerge
from the depth of your being,
warm as a lovers arms,
consoling and soothing away the strain
that has bound you, confined you
and curbed the vision
of inspiration
for too long now...

Friday, February 17, 2012


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Lost. The joy...
...left a chill in that damp alleyway;
a flood of cold air through your soul.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

The beauty of the night

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Wrapped in ice like frozen wishes,
dormant in the blinding  white,
‘round the limbs of waiting jounces,
spring is striving to ignite.
...yet grey the cloud and moist the air,
with sullen mood that broods despair,
‘joy the beauty of this night
ere starry skies your soul delight.