Wednesday, December 14, 2016

A Touch Deranged...

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I no longer wish to face the constant flow of inventions flowing forth from your lips,
the lies a cloud of purple poison stretching in my direction,
incongruities bold as black print on plain white paper,
innocently unaware I see every falsehood you present
with an enthusiasm bolstered by the steadfastness offered
only, by a mind a touch deranged.

Friday, December 9, 2016

Quiet Permanence

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Had I accepted the cold breeze
that wind-still summers night
as your touch, the pronouncement of your presence,
verifying the choice flittering in my thoughts,
dismissed as wishful, my wistful nature
casting it as a dream, an impossible dream.

Had I believed, accepted and allowed you in,
dismissed distrust to the wonders my eyes perceived,
to the love all around I'd no longer felt, my part in your life
and my role in their completion,

had I followed my instincts that wind-still summers night
maybe I wouldn’t have disappeared into quiet permanence.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016


    What I would give for
just one more night with you
my Friday favourite,
it’s you I must pursue
you, may I have you?

    I’ll feed you grapes and wine
red Persian under vines
a silver sky of stars
heat trails across your skin
you, may I begin?

    My eyes will tie you down
in satisfaction drown
a gift I give to you
if you me this allow
you, come to me now…

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Collection

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You say I affect those around me, you say I make you nervous, anxious.
Nervous. Anxious.
Is why I was medicated and lost my young memories
Is how I was taught to believe my natural instincts to be unacceptable, unreliable
This I accepted without question, chasing numb above feeling
in a haze of escape lasting long after they stopped handing me those little red pills,
but I eventually removed myself from the play, changed the backdrop and the script,
finally listened to the voices in my head…

Tell me, have you felt my eyes burn through you when you’re in my sight,
seeing past what you present, past the lines you’re repeating,
have you felt the air around you ignite, that tingling on your skin?
with an excitement, pleasure, passion you can’t ignore,
I don’t speak many words, but you know the one’s I speak are true,
you know you are safe, accepted as you are before me now,
how you got here……. I have fallen as often as you……

When I feel, I feel deeply, intensely, absorbing my surroundings, you,
you are meant to feel my presence.
Sometimes I disturb you, make you nervous, anxious,
sometimes I sweep you up with my energy, inflame,
sometime I take you high enough for you to see over the horizon,
and sometimes, with me, you can drown…

Thursday, November 17, 2016

The Edge of Silence

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I’m so tired but cannot sleep,
motionless, thoughts float to the surface
disturbing the mirrored reflections
with ripples (of fear?)

I’m so tired, it’s time to sleep,
fall over the edge of silence,
into the absence of light to be
in a place my mind cannot rule.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

I'm your man

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 come with me
take my hand
you will see
come on with me, babe you can
 what will be
it began
you'll agree
see what I see, I’m your man

 I will take you to the place where
we are free to live our dreams and
there’s no sorrow, not a tear, no!
shunned the nightmares you have seen, let’s

 leave behind the poisoned breath of
yesterdays and draw anew our
life the way it’s meant to be, yeah,
come to me and let me love you

 follow me
trust, you can
let it be
your life with me, take my hand
 meant to be
in the sand
air we breathe
I will love you, I’m your man

 Let me show you where I’d take you
I can see dreams in your eyes and
you should let your heart rule you, yes!
leave the whispers in the dark nights

 we could rise beyond the new moon
play on playgrounds we’ve created
we would know which way to go, yeah,
follow me and let me love you

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Thursday, November 10, 2016


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It’s time to confront the remains left by yesterday’s frivolity,
at the discarded waste of a ravaged feast.
Songs of cheer still hang, thick in the air,
shattered glass and broken bones, cut into your feet,
red with the wine of regret, broken promises,
indulgences lavishly gratified, without thought or limitation,
revealed, the trickery and deception, obliterating all delusion,
I can breathe in the light of a new dawn.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Live in Truth

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Today I’ll draw a picture
of a world as I believe
true in touch as in my mind
filled with joy, yes, there is peace

here I do not feed the rich man
I don’t take his tainted hand
here I shun his poisoned presence
I take back my this here land

come across this moonlit eve
leave behind the webs being weaved
take the gift you have received
live in truth, so may it be.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Flights of Fancy

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Without fear she walks through darkness
shadows dissolve when enveloped by her spirit
the command of a presence
bearing battle marks and scars
for the survival of her soul
for love and many passions, injustice
for those who can’t speak
her light turning fearful creatures
into mischievous beings at play
imaging her intensity
should she walk from the dark into your life……

Saturday, November 5, 2016

In a dream

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     Clouds are building, turn black with promise, teasing the ground yearning for rain, I sing through the wind, the rumble in your throat a caress to my skin, taunt and provoke ‘til I fall into your thrall, compelled to release every influence but your presence, take control of me, own me, expose me to your might, fill what I crave, you are what I need……
     ……skin drenched by rain, not a part of me left untouched, revelations in a dream transported into my conscious now, side by side, I stretch my limbs in the languid silence of the sated.

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.

Monday, August 29, 2016

I don't need Happy

There is madness in my veins
pumping with a restlessness,
driving frenzied movements,
frantic notions, impulsive deeds.

It speeds through thoughts collected,
scattering focus to the wind
holding my footsteps as they fade,
not for long, in one single place.

Please, you must stop, I need to breathe,
I need to find rest from your driving need to….. what?
You’re carving away at my soul, wearing down my feet,
release my burning muscles,
still my heart, it pounds,
allow me to trust what I believe,
I don’t need happy, I just need peace.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Scars of Love

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Here is a tale from the heart that is mine
all I have said and I’ve felt inside
big is the touch you have left on me
I am marked by you, it was you set me free

...we collided with a thunder in a dark deserted street
through storms that raged in skies and under feet

our wish, our desire, our ruin, our defeat
a story that’s written, preordained we'd meet

we fought and battled, satisfied our love
followed senses, while sense, mmm, not so much

we have scars
from the claws
of our love

now it’s time
I can start
no matter how
getting over you
for as long
as I find

for as long as I find myself again©

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

A Pledge

A pledge is a pledge,
requires reverence upon acceptance,
kept and honoured as it is, for the rest of time,
never to be revealed nor renounced,
a binding promise to silence,
even with the shifting hours
as they change and mould who we are.


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Sunday, August 7, 2016

The Cracks of Time

Crack upon crack,
gathered by passing time,

crack upon crack,
marks of my placement
in this world,

crack upon crack,
inflicted on me, or by myself,
some by choice whilst some had to be,

crack, crack, crack,
the maze of a fractured self,
re-connected by the grace
of heavenly spirits late, late at night.

You may find fissures, you can see the cracks,
but I do stand before you, broken, I'm certainly not.