there is lightness to love

a laughter

its a state of belonging

a freedom

the easy movement through life

a journey.

.
     Seems much smaller than I had imagined.
     It only stretches as far as my eyes could
     see.
     It reeks of the past, with no hints of the
     future.
     The present is here, the present is me.

My world tonight...
     Sees me nestled,
     watching silent but with mind
     dishevelled...
     Unnoticed on this kerb...
     Unnamed and unlabelled.

My world tonight...
     Is filled with familiar strangers,
     ushering their lives along.
     I know their faces but not their names.
     I'd call this home but I don't belong.

My world tonight...
     Is spinning regardless...
     It stays on track.
     Never waits for me.
     Never looks back.

My world tonight...
     Has no intention to soothe my thoughts.
     It is baring its bite...
     It's leaving me far behind...
     But I'll catch up at the break of light.



                                        *As I always do...

I set me down to sit
write words captured

knowing I was the captured
in a world of separation

I set about my task
who no-one but me believed in

and to be honest
who could blame them

so a poet is born
and a poet is their own reward

and to this day
I love you~love
beasty thinker
rodin's poetic
*vision warrior

only the Spirit of Love
from outside this limited animal understanding
could command me" love enemies" and it make perfect sense.

Oriental poems
whet my muse's appetites;
true amuse bouchés.