If - why bother -
Then why bother wasting
anymore precious moments
of a life so short
with misery or
pathetic self-pity?
Why not cast off
the shackles of
depression
and allow the light
of life to shine?
Stop the self-indulgent tears
(so much easier said than done!)
and try to face unblinking
the true beauty
that is
life.

Ceaseless Orbit

Never a pause

In the fluid motion

Of the electric world



Everything from emptiness

Nothing is all we are

But we are still made

Of stars, you and I



No such thing as

Yesterday; tomorrow’s

Promise is ruined by

The eternal present



When life’s flimsy mirage

Is consumed by time

All that is left – if

Anything is left at all



Is the memory of

True unfettered ecstasy

Eternity is found in life’s

******* moments.

Who is the monster
that blocks out the light?
The invader, the enemy -
the gruesome, loathsome blight?

It treads the dark side
without concern or care.
For vindication it burns,
no respect for what is fair.

Caring not whose path it tramples;
leaving behind a trail of horror.
This evil, cursed, unholy beast
lacks a true sense of honour.

To show its triumph by
extinguishing pure, honest feeling.
Who wins by deceit and betrayal
leaving all in its wake reeling.

Then...
in the mirror I turn and see
its wretched face staring back at me...

Sometimes two hearts write the most beautiful poetry together, completely by accident.

It's one a.m. and one heart can't sleep...........sends a simple message ......I Love You My Heart, not even expecting a reply.  It's one a.m. and that other heart can't sleep either.........replies, I Love You..........

Ah!  one heart replies, I knew I felt you, where in turn the other replies you can feel me anytime, which of course for those of us with a sense of  humor can be taken lot's of ways, both hearts think with a smile.  

The first heart replies, oh yes, always, but sometimes it's as if I can feel your breath on my cheek..........

Get me out of this skin
Stop these words and sins
They’re crawling within

My motto’s overrated
And my rep is getting jaded
I’m falling again

Red lipstick, pearl bits
Cover up those hits
Silence the cries

We don’t need another
Fake, replace the other
*****, go hide

Get her out of that skin
Or wait for her spin
Out of control

Her motto’s overrated
Sprawled on the pavement
Kicking her ribs

Red bruises, heartaches
Hearing her bones break
Showing the lies

We don’t need another
Fake, story-line or
Smile, all smiles

Get them out of her skin
Monsters are crawling within
Lifetimes she’ll deny

The morning mist
that hung over

the pond (or your lake
as Judith called it)

had moved away
by the time she came

and stood next to you
wrapped up in her

Sunday best
waiting until the time

for the bus to take
you both to sing

in the church
her breath flowing out

on the air
like cigarette smoke

her eyes focused
on the skin

of the still water
I dreamt of you

last night
she said

you and I
were snuggled

together in my bed
having made love

you watched
a magpie take flight

over the water
nice

wish I could
have been there

in person
you said  

more breath
left her lips

and rose upwards
maybe next time

you can
she said

turning her head
spreading her lips

into a smile
just be my luck

your mother
will invade the dream

and catch us
you said

yes
Judith said

that would
spoil the dream

some what
there was a mist

over the pond earlier
you said

it looked beautiful
she turned

and stared
over the water

I missed that
as you missed

making love to me
in my dream

she whispered
drawing closer

her hands
taking hold

of yours
what did you

dream about?
she asked

an empty bed
and cold sheets

and a space
where you should

have been
you said

she smiled
and said

I couldn’t be
in both beds

at once could I?
once more

there was the rising
of her breath

you couldn’t tell her
you’d seen

an image
of her death.