Where are you now
Seemed like you were on my back
Holding me back
With that warm embrace

Your warm memories sigh
Seem so benign
Don't step out of line
As well you know your place

The solace you sought
Was to give a millstone
Beguiled and betray your tone
I'd have you back again

Held me so close a cloistered prince
Thrive on your hypoxic high
On your placental supply
Ectopic asphyxiation

What mares did you see, your mind all at sea, the girl with van gogh eyes?
What smiles you give, what lives do you live, with no lies to give - the girl with Van Gogh eyes?
The mud in your toes, the potions you brew, the singing of her voice, the girl with Van Gogh eyes
Your dark pool windows cast bright light and dark shadows, oh how they spark me, the girl with Van Gogh eyes.
Dark voids I  fall into, portal or eternal loss, girl with Van Gogh eyes
Your pale moon skin, troubadour clothes, firm curved within, girl with Van Gogh eyes
cartwheels in the grass, you fiddle away in a beautiful way,  girl with Van Gogh eyes
Starry nights twirl, earth flower I unfurl in avarice and in care, girl with Van Gogh eyes
Your butterfly child helped temper my sin, the girl with Van Gogh eyes
It lies within, curves womanly my chagrin, oh girl with van Gogh eyes

our love is poles apart
miles asunder
every step closer
the further
our worlds collide away
our love is poles apart

ricochet words
and fly away worlds
your night my day
my peak your trough
your sleep, my awake
our love is poles apart

No hope our hope
un-looking lets pretend
tomorrow need ever come
the many miles to bare
too short we bare it all
in hope to avoid the fare
but we always pay
our love is poles apart

exposed we dig
the hole where we will lie
deeper, darker, bigger
Honeymoon days impending wake
to a silence of sad goodbyes
when over again we part
our paths conflict diverged
words constrict
impending singularity
our love is poles apart

Too many other priorities
That I hoped I would gladly lose
But push to shove,
its seems that my love
must choose
and lose
our love is poles apart

I cant equate
Angry words of hurt
Unsure, vital, torn
I hurt, I hurt
Our love is poles apart

How she shines mischevious bright
Lighting a way almost
Her light touches me, but I cannot remain
Heavenly body in the dark of night
Outshines the stars
But spoilt by this day
Cool elegance to the eye
Yet burns bright to my soul
Transient, but ever there
Dependable as the tide
Ephemeral as the night
Mysterious universe so close at hand

Sorry old man, I think you thought that I would stay
Look after your girl like no other man, like only you can
I thought I would, but in the end
i couldnt stay, couldnt sway her that i cared
could say that i was scared
could split my infinitives
curl in a ball i feel so small
that i have failed you so
i could see in your eyes
I was so high to be approved
so close to you so accepted
you dont know how good that was
that you would trust me, and now ive bust me
dont look me the in the eye again
dont trust me with her care
she dont need me, got love to spare
i got other fish to fry, but i cant lie
i need her all the more
why did you have to trust me
betroth her with your eyes
make me see her need
where she lies
where you now lie, in your shelterd tree

What do these guys think they are doing,
coming to our lands, killing and terrorising us?  
Whilst I hear the words of the Koran from their mouths,
it must be obvious that these guys are just foot soldiers, trained, indoctrinated, fired like missiles.  
Its not these guys we need to worry about, but the system that creates them.  
I am sure that at the top are political and financially motivated organisations that use these guys to further their political and financial aims.  
Bin Laden at least seemed to wear the "hair shirt" of his views - I wonder how many of the rest of supposedly Islamic leaders do this,
rather than line there pockets with the spoils of war and terrorism,
feed on and revel in the power they gain through violence.  


What do these guys think they are doing, coming to our lands,
killing and terrorising us?  
Whilst I hear the words of the bible from their mouths,
it must be obvious that these guys are just foot soldiers, trained, indoctrinated, fired like missiles.  
Its not these guys we need to worry about, but the system that creates them.  
I am sure that at the top are political and financially motivated organisations that use these guys to further their political and financial aims.  
Obama at least seemed to wear the "hair shirt" of his views - I wonder how many of the rest of our supposedly "democratic" leaders do this,
rather than line there pockets with the spoils of war and terrorism,
feed on and revel in the power they gain through violence.

Skin of paisley chemical love
Touch casual, distant, angstrom close
Grasp, hold, paw, grab, eat, youth consumes old
Mystique of fantasy, touched across a void
Heat in cool, warmth unsaid, maybe I did
Contact across an empty period
Skin soft, reality hard
One night
Fleeting, permanent,hold fast, let go
Tell me rest, tell me all, listen to my soul mumble
Taste your life
Touch
Let go

Water woman floats in her sea
Siren calling to something deep in me
******* buoyed by the enveloping tide
Cats cradle arms hold to me inside

Waves of passions and tides of merge
Waters of our bodies mingle on the verge
Of dissolving our dreams to sensual motion
Found and loss our own warm ocean

Quiet my soul, carry me home to your far shores
Quench my thirst, soak through my pores
Make my dreams float, drown my sorrow
Water woman, water woman, if only tomorrow

Mad chook woman
Devon country maid
Farmers daughter
And so of Eve
Elemental to her core
Deist, doctor
Advocate brave
Healer, toucher
Mum, mother friend
Naughty girl
Bad girl
Sad girl
Happy girl
Loved girl
Woman
Loved woman
Intelligent but connected
Adult
Child
Strong as trees
Delicate as blossom
Fragrant spicy
Conundrum opaque
Puzzle, challenge
Rewards
Melts in my arms
Trust builds
Words flow
Time passes
Planes fly

I feel fat when I am with you
Not some pasty morbidity!
No, I'm talking like Rubens
Or that bloke Botero
with a touch of Beryl Cooke
Harty, plump, ripe and ruddy
fertile and abundant
voluptuous, juicy even
Without you I am like skimmed milk
Without you I am thin
****** chic thats out of fashion
On an emotional diet
X-ray thin, bloke-lite
Catabolism of my heart and soul
Having fed so well, to now starve
Cravings in the night...

Just a button away
From your sweet skin
Your exocet touch
Your lips on mine

Just a button away
from your scent
from a damp fire
To burn our lives down again

Just a button a away
from the want I know we want to share
From fusion
Chain reactions

Just a button away
from a step back
Onto the precipice
Just a button

Just a button away
From my call
From our pride
Fingers hovering

Just a button
Just a button
and another
procession

Finger over bliss and pain

It doesn't work when trying to rhyme
To mix the words of valentine
To cross the miles and pass the time
Until once more you are mine
And into to your arms again to climb
When touch and eyes can words refine
Warm bodies in the cold house of lime
Rekindle flames of feeling, taste lips of wine
Till I find my hearts true entwine
And you will be my woodsmoke valentine

Hello little brother, you passed before I think.  There are many of you little brothers now is there not?

The voice is bass as a cave, yet as soothing as a mother lullaby and full of musty moss green cleanness.

I see not all of you. You are too fast for me, you are passed in a blink of an eye.  
It takes a while for me to see you brother.
No one has stopped here for a long time, I almost wondered if you had all gone away somewhere, and the changes were caused by something else.

The tree is strong, but not really hard.  My **** fits so comfortably against the tree and my shoulders too, whilst complaining slightly at a few sharp bits or bark.

Brother, can you here me, what is going on.  I have stood here a thousand years, and I see little brothers wake.  He feels me, I know he does.

Little brother you must help us, you.

Wow this tree is alive.

Where have my brother and sister gone, you hear little brother bird and little brother rabbit over there, sister flowers.  What is this around my  feet for.  Can you hear me?

No way to say I am sorry
No way to take back the hurt
No path out of the jungle
Many ways in that's all
Nothing but sagging hearts
dragging joy from souls
No obvious way to make it better
Choices were made
Eyes wide shut
Pie was sliced so fine
Thinner than transparent time

Simple magnetic
Attraction, gravity
Well wished star
Shines swung eliptical
Orbits spun soft word
Play kind, wicked eyes
Look our desiring bodies
Collided with sharp minds
Not made up, felt
Touches of lips
Spoke to excess
Baggage spilt
Milk honeyed too sweet
Words - **** em!

Winters dark cold tugs at my tails
Yet my house glows warm
Happy with the sadness your ways embed
In every move and hope, plan or purchase
Too much to live up to, but always try
Close to me still, so far away

I thought my dreams had died
No black no white, no blue or grey
So sad I never really cried
Just another day
Its been so very long
No beginnings or ends in sight
I didn't have a tune or rhymes
No darkness and no light
But then I saw all the signs
Someone who I could dream about
Someone I could maybe dream with
Kindred yet complimentary opposite
Identical but unique
Its been so very very long
I'm still not sure how to sing this song
but everything has possibilities
every challenge a goal
good night I m thinking of you
How entwined I am with you

Today a darkling cloud flew over me, rained its rain and soaked it deep
Is half a whole better than a whole half, the very thought made me laugh
A whole half is what I seek, and today I feel so limp and weak
Never a poet or playwright of conviction, never a journo exposé of a states affliction
Slave to mammon and of convention, tired soldier of no conviction
The strings under my fingers learn so slow, my inner strengths refuse to show
Afraid to pass a properties gate, stumbling over another glass to a state
Cant quite see what you see in me, cant quite remember where I want to be
The home I try so hard to make, its walls crumbling in some silent quake
The ties that bind me to this place, the failure and the fall from a phantsied grace
Unable to walk the path I chose to take, unsure and lost with all at stake

Of course you are here, where else would you be, between the elements
Absorbing the breezes and ripples, over watching the little creatures
The dappled shade the perfect balance of light and dark
Blair is here.
I can see him now, bent over, his brown almost black back to the sun
stick in one hand, eyes and mind intent on some natural phenomena
absorbed by the soil, its family, what goes on here?
The gentle burbling soothes and hypnotises time till it seems to stand still
Just me, Blair, the sun, the world - so intimate yet silent.
I don't know if he's being cruel to some little critter, perhaps sometimes
But normally it looks like some deep worship
Absorbed by the enormity of the minutia beneath his feet
Silently absorbed, lonely yet fulfilled
He joins us briefly, and talks normal human stuff awkwardly
The mumble so well known by ants and bugs
does not always translate so well
Perhaps we will light a fire later
Just a small one, he will **** and manoeuvre
till it's dark and we must go home
I might go get the things for tea
camping tea is great - Blair loves it
Yes tea is required by young men after such arduous Attenboroughing
One small step, perhaps looking at the clouds, or seeing where the sun is
One miss step, not looking down for once
One small hard little rock on the river bank
Just one minute to get tea things
I'm so sorry Blair I wasn't there
How come you are still here under this tree?

if I could have it back
All the time that we wasted
I'd only waste it again

If I could have it back
All that time we got wasted
I'd only get wasted again

Don't want to drink till it hurts no more
But I cant sleep without some more
Don't want to smoke till the pain subsides
But maybe it will untangle my insides
Don't want to lose you, don't want you to agree
Just gonna get outa my tree