along emilys hill road
the trees are bare

she's skipping stones
across st martens creek

as she turns
smiling my name

her breath comes out
white clouds
mingles
and hangs in the air

the quiet
stillness
in her eyes

she sees something
in me
that I can't
see

and that s why
i love her so



emilys hill road
unchanged

the trees are bare

she's skipping stones
across
st. martins creek

I believe that's the way
I remember her best

To the trees,
and the seeds
Please believe
The crease in
My knees
Are from pleading
Every which season
You’ll come alive

You’ll come alive

Dissidents,
Revolution,
The weak,
The meek,
The speech that
Shakes the roots
We speak
Comes alive

You’ll come alive

Like oxygen,
Deceit
So sweet
In the air
That we breathe
The droplets
We drink
Come alive

You’ll come alive

The soil
And soot
I kneel
No fear
I’m here for
You to appear
And come alive

You’ll come alive

The soul
It shouts
It loves
And doubts
Your life means
Something
Each season
You are alive

You’ll come alive

Last night, lady with a fervent face
Turned and asked about time and space.

The lights flickered; vision slim
Yet obvious how her night had been.

Trapping me between shelves of gin
might not be intention

Rather an honest to god lesson
in wormhole prevention.

Note for my readers:
I wanted to pass her

I wanted to sprint
And not give an answer

But I knew this would make
A great story to tell

That, and she hit me
With a fuzzy fox pelt

Not that it hurt,
Just gave me a fright

And out came the words
To her greatest delight.

Let us go a little mad!
If we try real hard I know we can!
Let’s not worry about what people think,
We’ll go bananas in a blink!

No more scrolling for what we need,
Or cave into another drink.
All that liquid dulls the senses.
When you’re insane the world is endless!

Let’s say what we really think,
Not be afraid of things hard to admit.
Degrade yourself for what, for whom?
Your ****** beautiful, you know it too!

Yes it’s fear that holds you back,
Your past, your story, you’re better than that.
Who you want to be,  that is your truth
And I’m crazy enough to believe in you!

Am I mad we so easily replace
One with another during a Netflix break?
If chilling is devaluing the human spirit,
How empty are we to need **** to fill it?

I’m not getting really riled,
So let’s go bon voyage awhile,
And not judge all the locals there,
You know, they too feel love and fear?

Now we’re lost in a nice direction,
We’ll stop using ‘hate’ in every sentence
I hate paedophiles and domestic violence
I don’t hate using an iPhone 7

Now we’re madly - I feel a-brewing,
Opinions based on fact reviewing
When emotions feel a little ticking,
Don’t buy that (blipping blip) they’re spewing.

Congrats! We’re seeping deep into nuts.
We COULD argue about funding cuts,
Or join the game of hide and seek with homeless/addicts/single mums.
OH! Using our imagination’s fun!

But in our little game of mad, we whisper
SHHH! 14 eyes will see the picture
No name, no phone, just disappear
I must be bonkers, a secret system!?

A game for friends and friends of friends
What a wonderful world when off your meds
When everyone is kept in a tidy pile
We can jump and stomp, kick leaves for miles!

Now I’m getting upset it’s blowing
The wind picked up and the rains are flowing
The little pile was so connected
They fight, the leaves for the nicest spot -  but in the end they fall, they wither and then they rot.

Some are pretty, some provide shade
But this pile seems to body shame.
If each think spring is unique to them,
the part they play will fall away.

I know that I’m most certainly deranged.
Some of these leaves, want weeds to spray.
All this trunk and extended roots,
They think this won’t affect them too?

I’ve had enough fun for today
Playing mad is a scary game
I need a joint, beer, some time to pray
Some pills, some sleep and don’t ask again.

Divine embers illuminate the rotting sun stripes

Shining down against the pale patronage of trodden moss

Entangled beneath the shattered face and wraps around the rivers bend

And gorges itself on the pebbled trail that crescendo rings by growing stone

Laid by night and day the frail men who earned a pittance and suffer the same

Paved the way for ambitious men whose curvature gives them pass
By sheath and saddle of foul, of steed, stallion, and sacrifice  

From up the way where the grass does crease, draped in sapphire satin pleats

Where water wash the overflow, of dazzling scarlet undertones

Diffracting a brilliant whisper through the meadows and bending stems under throes

The snaking of a haunting breeze suffocates the boldest beasts

The subterranean systems whipping silt twists this flattered path

Craning against the wicker bark, stone and shard caress the mast

And carry splintered serenity shaved down to the soot at last

The rise of sparks and oxygen ignite the way for weary pass

Stone is overthrown and carried undertow towards and onwards its mark, unknown

Nevermore,
here before
standing on
golden shores
with childish
optimism

An eroding score
of violins,
glass cliffs
and visceral
experiences,
made my eyes
open wide
at what's to come
a rising tide

A withered brow
furrowed now,
aged a day.
slipping into
footprints laid
hypnotized,
seagulls sway,
I've breathed,
loved,
Do I fade away?

Nevermore
here before,
refracting howls
of the golden light,
reach my soul,
and
bottomless lagoons,
spring to life,
Prussian blue
this starry night

I've only been here
once before
and hence my weary
tired eyes
have lost their
hope
and lust
for life

Here before,
but nevermore
nature remains beyond
claim or fate.
Yet tomorrow
should I
not wake
This secret space
Is yours
Forevermore