Dear one,
As the domino, I fall cascading on the drawing board. Why would one deny progression? A furtherance , the ebb and flow. I remain up beat and spirited as I read your letters. It's like a barred barricade is being lifted.Your glowing light is charging me. Certainty is liberating, the riding of the waves have become a skill that I have engrossed. The tides spread from shore to shore and I must anchor. I am ever grateful for your deliberation in regard to my current affairs. Your magnanimity is greatly appreciated.

                                           As I am
Enormous, bountifulness of free spirit. Episodes of  taciturnity alternated by sequences of  thrill are remarkably felt. The higher level linking is simultaneous , coordinated and equidistant. As life propels, years progress a resemblance of energy is greatly congruent. The conforming compatibility of the absolute is evident. Transpiration of what once known yet unknown surfaces, erupts and consolidates a new meaning. A renewed existence, a recovered emergence solidifies. These moments are so evident, abundantly and vehemently felt on every fibre,bone and muscle of my being. Right to the core of my soul, my very existence.

On the tangent of thoughts........"J" the jewel... the forgotten treasure. What happened to the nature trueness that stroked your mind? The non win compromises aren't spontaneous. We must realign.... we must.

Vous êtes magnifiquement merveilleux et excellent en tous les moyens possible.
You sure do give me the butterflies......
You hold me in skies high above.
I can't control the butterflies.........
Is it just a flutter ?

To progress as you progress.....
SassyJ

Inspired by........
Natasha Bedingfield (Soulmate)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P27MPi3ZhCg

Bonjour Mon Cher,
As the stars rise and the moon lights, I meld you deeply. The time we spent together is so fruitful, with explorations of nature and a friendly company.  You whisk my motivation , the very nature of warmth and strength.  There has been times when my willpower to be strong has been crushed and trampled; muddled in the muddiness of the overflowing pond.

As the duck glides on the rippled calm water, I picture your essence. As it strolls on the waters, deep in thoughts yet conscious and aware of its existence; there you are in the calmness, the stillness of the wavelet. As the duck sets to rise, it flutters. I sensed your edginess and the indecisiveness you have burdened all your life. Indeed, your life has been a challenge. Breath in,feel free and submerge in the depths of the ponds. Then rise again and explore the skies above, for brief moments escape in the dense freshness. Set your being  in the briefness of ecstasy, the succinctness of forever. For your essence is ambient and radiant.

My being is filled with warmth and a reminiscence of the great days. The times when the chariots with it’s magnificent horses would flow in the saccharine grounds. The time frame when the yellowish hue of the daffodils bloomed and shone their beauty to the world. The touch cascading the shivers from one neurone to the next in sequenced loops. The ever-condensed electric magnetism. My mind explodes with the synchronicity of the beauty sacrificed by yours. My soul has woken from it’s hibernation, its departing the doorway of the cave. The cave laid with layers of secrets, mystery and mystic existence.

The nip of the earlobe tip is a pleasure I pass. A chance to trace the resonance of my whispers. More so, a declaration of my naiveness. The statue poising on the plinth of the Romany windows in declaration that she does not understand many things. It’s in the whisper her beauty, my representation. The words that she wants to transpire but as such there is never enough time. Neither is there an eternity, but snippets of memories and moments.

Let me deep inside, to see every thought, to hear every dream to touch the breath of every sound. The existence of everyday living is absent and helpless. However, to love one is to embrace all. Someday, I wonder how we exist in such a dichotomy of life. I would like to hold you and touch you. To feel your oneness coursing in my blood and mind. I try and try to see above this existence. To touch and dream of the beauty, to collapse in the core of the humanness. My drug is ingested in the craziness of realness, an authenticity of the façade that we don day in and out.

Yet as the wind we fade in and out. When our insides are hollow and empty, drenching in lonely paths. But we stand un-fainted and feint. In the chaos of uncovering the curiosity and the depths awaiting to be exploded as the volcano boils. I want you to know that I am alive in your presence, I am real, I am me. This is one of the very rare connections I have had and I respect it. Hope not to whelm with my ambiguousness or eccentricity. I have no expectations and I am not wanting to be owned or own. Tis’ you giving the hungry eyes and Tis’ me who hope you can see beyond my interior.

In retrospection and introversion, welcome to the pleasures and treasures.

Be you,
SassyJ

I sensed your edginess
Clasped in my mind
Drawn with precision
Projection of tides forming
Then rising, falling in sequence
Followed by exhaustive exertions
A strain to calm the storms
All I have sensed in you..........

On the mountains of the unconditional fondness and tenderness, a flag is raised. The brightness of the skies is a continuum.In firm foundations, not withering, but thriving and yielding to the optimum. The connection was like the flickered light Einstein cocooned in. A stream from a dimension another. The  interconnection by the mind, the crown. Merging the locus of focus in consciousness and unconsciousness. A gateway that was beyond comprehension.

My antenna attuned and sequenced in synchronicity. A flow of perceptions vivid and broadcast with clarity. A feel of the web of the universe itself, the oneness of one to one to another. An augury unfolds  and foreseen precedents. The wavering, as you stagger from the solvents that imbue. Your trips suited with restraints of the thought and mind. A floodgate of inconclusiveness.

Why the sudden weigh?  You tremble in fear, wobbling with shilly-shally. Should I........ should I not? My turf lined up in cognisance. What happened to the cardinal we created? The winterly red bloom of explosive and attentive grenades. A silence of the dark permeates. Miles and miles of a mirage of gloomy inwardness.You wax and wane in surveillance. Just like the moon, you revolve in cycles.

Yet, I felt unconditioned and ecstatic. The aliveness in the nothingness. A light in the blackhole. For "romanticism" itself does not exist. It's a notion of owning, inquisition and imprisonment of another being..... never alluring. For you would know my stance of , "structure verses agency". An achievable liberation of autonomy and freedom. Whisper in my dreams as we uncover unseen dimensions.

Do become the presence of my walks. As I reflect alone be audible in the vibration of the air we breath. Trigger a magnetic feel of existence itself.Time and space is an illusion, one that does not exist. A trick of the light that acquiesces you comply. It hoovers with a whisper that 'you are getting older'...... 'you need to do this and that'. If you escape such hallucinations you can regurgitating on more responsibilities and succeed.

All puzzles in the human suffering have already been solved. Why can't you see them? Echoing your name, tapping your shoulder blade as if recognizable. One should never feel as if life is weary. There is always a need to want more, amass and make ones print. Or even depart. But being weary? Any being is able to chew as much, with pride and confidence. An interlude of imbalance will always be an interlude of imbalance.Through the century and ages this never changes. There is nothing to balance, you just need to search it deeper in yourself. Yourself is correcting. .

Irrationality often knocks my door. It seduces me, with sweet sensual word. Cajoling me to embrace normality. If only you knew what I know. A fading magical fantasy is not a fixated ideology. You are my inescapable tie and link.

Reach for your depths,
SassyJ

Ropes are left unhang
at the demise of the fangs
as the babies cry on the arms
of unopened protested farms

No kin or even kings
but there is a keenness
as the wood toss on a saw
of the trims of time unsewn

I'll let them run and bathe
under the sunsets tale
I'll feed them rhythm and blues
as the skies covers all their hues

Subway strolls to unending destinations
Runaway bride to subsiding designations
I stroll and begging aint my solution
A solve to the query not a conclusion

No ticket no money
No money no ticket
Train rushes from mile to miles
No ticket no money
No money no ticket
The pain rushes from my mouth

My pockets so bruised they hide away
******* society telling me how to lead a life
I lie, I am alive and bubbly inside, cant lie
Take away that submissive robot you knew

Train train slow down the pace
As I jump of the carriageway of slates
Train train lower my taste
As I forever I get lost in the rush of lust

Ten years in a fenced cage under the Nile
restrained from the dense of the fish
raided in eventful motions and constraints*
disused from the beautiful living existence
miles of glories and hails of mysteries
the waters swallowed and the hollows
borrowed cries and ails of gloomy sails
green flashes, trances minced and hissed
transpiring the intuitive caskets of energy
the fanning rotor roared harder and wider
further down beyond the extension of being
colluding, protruding deeper and within
cutting lateral slices of time and space
matting the unknown on disused walls
where illegible and delible oaths lays
hidden on rocks and cracks by crooks
As we sat invisible, affixed... telling tales
*Ten years now unfenced, flying over the Nile

Count the stars ohh fairly dust
as the phantoms of love touch
in linguistic anticipation of chance
trading meanings, making winnings

In a room full of laughter and fantasy
on the different levels of unplanned
stormy felts of felt emotive response
of eons ago and pretense of the present

Count the stars ohh fairly dust
sprinkle this self sustainance in plenty
Unweighted and unchained from locks
clocks and clicks of despair and want

In a life full of obligation and expectation
Let me be within the dreamt memory
of the light casts of alone and bliss
as the night caress the unspent future

The head thunders in a stormy cloud
The nose was long gone and dysfunctional
The mouth fills in the mould with oxygen

The body has caught a dreaded fever
It chills and trembles at the night's cast
as the eyes flow with wavering rivers

The lymph nodes have gone for a rampage
Lumps on the tonsils with unbeatable abscess
It's been two nights since I was possessed

Now the hearing gone and echoey ears persist
I can't quite dance to the bird's chirping
Neither walk balanced on the dizzy spells

Rough as a scrambled sack awaiting reuse
Unpressured on all angles straggering on corners
Ohh sweet heavens what broth can soothe!

"I am laying my heart bare"

Let the desert commotions
transfuse to a resistant mode
a hunger, that thunder of change
where institutional beliefs diffuse
in a memory of undiseased roots

Let the flashlight call for a victory
transpire aganist unruly injustice
Ohh Maharaja, bring thy wisdom
unrendered love and hope in hand
speak over the deliberations we face

Let the heritage of India shine
as the gem of this land radiate
open the eyes of the hirijans
as they see all lines undivided
in anthems of unity and harmony

Let the Muslims and Hindus sync
at the beating heart of humanity
that reflection of the multitude
blinded by mere superiority
a complex exiled animosity

I am older and wiser
drawn all the found lines
end on end, time after time
flooring all the disguises
that were lost and found

I am older and wiser
carved from gullible limestones
the gems that are bigger than life
end on end, time after time
flooring all the disguises
that were found and lost

The times that I found a way
pointed stars and caved moons
The time that I hit the ground
end on end, time after time
scratching the glazed surfaces
that were found and lost

The times that I lost all paths
daunted darks and dreaded starts
The time I soared to the skies
end on end, time after time
dreaming of that past life
that was found and lost

Dear stranger,
When I saw you today my face lighted. Everything within my reach evaporated as your light shattered my space. Your soul was alive and it sung rhythmic melodies, bloomed roses, the undeniable and yet reachable bond. If crazy was the word, your world was bold. Yet we have met many couple times. Danced into the invisible dark as our bodies traced in the  space that tickles as the clocks move. If I had the words, I would say are adorable with a soul that is palpable . If your heart would listen to mine they would synchronize, on every beat and every word. Your eyes are built of a heavenly notion. Here I am lost in time, found in space, blank in the most absolute absent present mode. Old songs are a familiar rhythm and even more, old souls are a mirror.

Yet yesterday the distance felt so far. It was a prolonged bridge of nonsensical recalls. A desire of the unreachable, a want that was insatiable and censored. If you knew that of late you pulsate my being, because when I see you my lungs ceases to collapse. All the word you said enclose me in your cave. I want you to see me as no one has seen me before. Reach to my hand and hide it in your pocket. Enliven these weighted moments encased in your anthem. We are lonely beings, wanting warmth, longing for a love, dying for each other touch. My lovely, when I look into the radiant stars I know it will shine. The day will become bright and the night will swallow the kaleidoscope luminescence.

Till the next.
J

Rain showers, mazes uncovered
Dancing like a little child with a toy
Reclaimed as the drizzles recovers
Pouncing  jumps like a kangaroo

The winter burns as the fire blaze
Warmed by the ambience of the logs
Reflections denuded, secrets unearthed
Times lost bouncing like a ball

Bare and **** in the cool mist and fog
A shadowy phantom arises me
An Orion exhibit, my alpha constellation
Carving me out of the hidden cave

I want to tell you a story of the rainbow
that faded on the rays of the sun stroke
ohh the ground that I walked all the way
torrential rains on the side of the river bed
eroding all there is over all that is ever was

They see, see numbers sinking  
inside the tray of the memory
fixtures of the broken marbles
overshadowed by the cardinal

I want to walk you in the green forest range
that ever rising vocal lullaby mileage
of love and true redemption certainly
the harvest a triage of unlost path
eroding all there is over all that is ever was

They see, see numbers sinking  
inside the tray of the memory
fixtures of the broken marbles
overshadowed by the cardinal

Life is beyond love
unexplainable and precious
It reels and teaches to reach
beyond the ventured places
within unreachable words
created deeply within
rooted and seeded without

Love is beyond life
a melt of you, me and the us
built as a new blessed being
as secure magnets assured
traced with a repainted wind
one swift and brand new
as it delivers from the pains

The greater meaningfulness
of mere faith in the universe
and a greater zeal of admiration
created with seasons of plentiful
living in seams of appreciation
catered within the newness
truly leased to leashed wheels

The glass of wine spins on sins
Encircling the royal roulette
All rotating on a hamster wheel
Pinned on canvas and illusional walls

So tiny in errors and unbalanced books
Unaccounted annotated distributions
Twisting hands on colluded coils
Deeper projections from the heart

An eruption of the social notions
Extracted on the paradise of life
For no truth echoes authenticity
Eccentrically finding a lived reality

Plato symposiums and simulacrums
Pavlov trails of social conditioning
Sampled in tented objectifications
Functioning within the invisible rules

We sniffle as we expose the false actuality
Reactive explosions from robust heat
Unloaded rods dancing under the moon
In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm

I am old but soul is ageless
I have read many books but life is pageless
my anger burns into calm
its all just stories, a passing yarn
where am I now, where was I then
everywhere now & everywhere again
it will rain of this I'm sure
from land to land and shore to shore
the sun is changing, so are we
we have no choice
we will be free 
we all will run
we all will fight
it wont be darkness we frown on
it will be light
in the end you see the beginning
nobody will lose
cause we'll be winning

*Written by my friend Lindsay who passed the yarn..... pass the yarn

Jump on the boat and take is real slow
Throw the canvas and splash that oil
Squash the duck feathers and fill the mill
As the harmonica cruises craft the talk real slow

A touch of the knee and the spark shatters
A charter of recklessness heckled in two-tone composition  
Not a monochrome but a  jest of kaleidoscope cores
A fearless horizon of sirens and chaotic applause

A sate of pureness, meekness;widely see this woman words
The worth of how she works, the sweat in her sincerity
Spot the little life that she holds, clutch her lifetime ascensions
The silhouette that shows and fades away,chase her palm

Stroke her freedom, take her high to the clouds and show her
Ask her to sing her sweetest prescribed proscriptions
Be the operator that jerks her stringed rhythmic blues
Shine ohh diamond, Strike ohh as you expand…… touch the sentiment

The sun is so bright it blinds
at the hold of the sparks
spirals of unhindered rays
an approach from a distance
as the silence strikes and deafen
flames twists around the fire
tales sinks above the sails
the nature of elusive days
dances inside timid rhythms
at the heart of platformed frills
where the waters remained untouched
and the waves melodiously escape
as if nothing ever exists and persists
inside reformed crumbles of progress
and linear patterns of everyday living
where babies are born every hour
and at the same time a soul escapes
Such a world of the lost and found
the disused  stones of misused digress
As the sun brightens and enlivens

Inside the river beds of playful flights
counting the pebbles overshadowing
divine footsteps of unleashed corners

Touching toe tips, rushing sole slips
looking for the chariot cayote wings
as unclogged wheels rev from the rear

Drifting unbarred, glinding on ponds
grounded plodding the zodiac rods
Drafting on bars of rafted sounds

Dream ohh creature of the heaven sail
on the gates where lovers glaze arms
then fall at the dare fin of blissfulness

An angel kind with a kiss resurrected
wiping tears with a smile of sentiment
holding an exist in bed of cold nights

Poetry is my best friend
the rainbow that spins
words that raise and mend
It’s my life story retold
a lover that caresses
a primer to the dents

Well... it’s always been
as mama talks and shows
the depths of my child journal
were memories are a star
a companion to a recluse
a whisper that sustains

Poetry has fixed a soul
one that was locked in rocks
restless and manipulated
courageous and guided
‘tis now it ignites reverently
leading me to places unknown

Poetry is not frozen.............
Still surged in poetry
A stream stemming from the crux
An energetic reflection
An external of internalized intuitions

The flow of the words
Attuned and harmonized
Umpteen snow, melodic tunes
Visualized dreams mending arts

A bursting imagination
A word behind the beats
A free energy of octaves
Pulses of natural architecture

HP our home of anonymities
Acquainted monikers broadcast
Poetry strum through the universe
The singular tones attached

Poetry a scaffold of true expression
A design encoded to amuse
The beauty silhouette on plinth
Hollowed ice with steaming warmth

Poetry the distributed condenser
Sliding from 126hz to 136hz
The domineering kingship
Posing the echoes in words

**Keep going everyone at HP, you are all beautiful!Lets the words dance

The moonlight sways and swine
It whispers on the illumination of the stars
A mirage of the skies evens the pace

The stroll in the silence of the woods
A haste, the heat, a taste of the kiss
Amiss in the mist of the dense pastures

The evoke of passion, a poison
What a mission? Dissolution
A destitute encaged in iron bars

Redeemed to breath again
Expounded in light, bounded insight
A knight of a night....What a might?

Is there a difference,
give us a reference,
between a stalker,
and a pokemon.

The monger hits news,
game spots and toss,
time lost and chaos,
with a pokemon.

In Canada......
The rule breakers,
cross the borders,
an inadvertently walk,
for a pokemon.

In Guatemala city .......
The teenage boy,
under the wizard,
die in the cause,
for a pokemon.

In London.......
The go players,
ambushed in public,
and robbed by trees,
all for pokemon.

In Africa.....
The rumble,
then scrambles,
to get the last,
the dusts of pokeman.

In Asia...........
No signs too,
they tire and wait,
for the nostalgia,
all for pokeman.

In New York.....
It's a no, no,
for *** offenders,
or become criminals,
All for pokeman.

Poke me man,
NO *******!
It's all crazy,
the apocalypse,
of freaks and creatures!

Poke me man!
I DARE YOU NOT!
Go find old cards,
a bank of more funds,
all for pokemon.

Poke me man!
I POCKET YOU!
As phones hide,
their lunch hunt,
the herd of pokemon.

Outside the greyhound bus station
He passionately kissed you goodbye
You wanted not trust him,love him
Hold him as he strolls in his dreams

Adjacent to his grey polished automobile
You danced and took the paper of his promises
Those crunched word put inside the pocket
A remembrance of moments and painted assets

Ambivalent of his grey gloomy moods
You danced as you needed his gentle touch
He streams in your system like a turbulent waterfall
The build up of rumours, in the pantry the kisses he stole

Innocently he presents a grey leathered testament
A juridification of  how he can leave your system
A speech as a declaration of how he can save you
Take a pace, hold the breath, see his lies on this clear day

The daffodils are springing
In the bloom, the pollen toss
The bird sway as they sing
I sense your touch in my all

Take a little longer ahhh
Take a little time
Just forget to forge
The gorge you left whole

The pavement I step, rolling stones
Each pierce my heart, the yesterday
I am not a magician neither a mystic
To foretell your heart strained desires

Cascading motions or emotions
Anticipated notions and collusions
Erosion of the past demolish solutions
Fainted resolution my contradiction

The botanics and vitamins of a smoothie
Condense from the pulp, the fluff and seeds
A site, a gulp, such a painting of my swallow
Yet your words are flavoured and nutritious
A flash of sageness, a tick and trick of mind
Years used, time passed and moments amassed
The label stuck, the price tug plug and tagged
Avatars resurrected from undesired mines mime
Dusted and polished then placed on an antiquated shelf
Bloomed and groomed from a desiccated gloom
A wonder as a dear friend drag me from the grave

As I sit on this assigned desk
ears drooling with institution gel
I swirl on the seat, the wind pause
Musing in evangelised dilemmas

Lobotomised to jerking veracities
Sagacity amateurs boost egos
Stooping and stooging in asylums
Barricading others progression

Regressed losing solid grounds
Jurisdictional custodial supervisions
An infused scent of propagandism
Scenes of robotic observational modelling

Unprincipled to insist on another destiny
Calculating targeted risked predictions
Regulated to invigilate and unroll a matrix grid
Who am I? To forge his,her or their trench

The templars took the cross
and made it a religion rose
a psychological overseen dome
of acquiesce and admiration

What if there weren't any slaves?
only mercenaries who craved
for power and a subservience rave
across the vast seas and distances

We trace the Omlec race in Americans
way before Colombus leaped his strides
as they left scented archeological remnants
of basalt and granite sculptured rights

The templars took the cross
and created glorified corded bonds
aesthetically covered with an overseer
of utter deceit and embellished conmanship

Turn around as the moments pause
as fullstops escape a rooted fool
watching the admiration melt
those words that flow to silence
from a ****** to the verified meanders
every time now and again the bitter taste
acclimatise the altitude of my brains
far beyond any bearable responses
of the tiny tiny teases and leases

The rope is stricken in handheld tickets
roaring as the rocket of emotions pocket
sirens picket setting the rotten resistance
one that is quieter than the quiet quoted
as the phrases evaporate in misty clouds
remnants of sweetness decant unknown
the pace slows and the taste envenom
painting the blues in a pungent smile

Plans derail as the express trail
in fails and frills of different pales
anticipating utter emancipation
at the edge of questionable hedges

Life is a consequential misunderstanding
of missed feelings, prodding in and on
within the podcast of blasting thoughts
withered in circumstances and instances  

Plans derail as the express trail
in figurative condensed formatted targets
of mere chance and dare determinism
at the edge of the unquestionable hedges

The once five year plans are a daily hurdle
of synchronised minutes in tested metric
and now the nine years of wilderness start
featured in circumstances and instances

Stained unborn at a midnight birth
as dark elopes to depths unknown
scraping the hold on and hold ups
rooted at the loath of a waning moon
coated with love inside the bony trail
blushing to the aged soul that quest
resting on the shine that warms and drowns
like a titanic embarking on seasoned seas
flavoured in a breeze of forever
beauty of life and nature shades pureness
shimmering an essence of aliveness
the conquest of oneness within awakes
and when the clouded days fade
laughter spin and dreams seek
life becomes a supreme possibility
of amazement and adventures
life becomes a highway of unsaved lullabies
where a stare is a momentum of scare
spares of alternate crying, flying, prying
blues and tribulations always get better
summing existence to a worthwhile measure

I sit under the trees
these ancient beauties
with wealth and power

The deep rooted secrets
of the past and future

The barks peel and shed
as they reveal the crux

The fruity sap to sate
The pines fall to scorn
At the heart of my grave
The casket where I lay
Visioned,blunt and blurred*
As the sun squares the soil
The branches pave way
The leaves flavour the day

On the ground I walk to reach
I am alive, dead and blessed
I can't feel the throb and pace
I can't hear the cries and pain

On the sky I live in the light
I can't see the dark phrase
I can't touch the old I left
I can't sense the faces I knew

On the ground I walk and reached
A new place of euphoric twist
A destination totally unseen
A scent of the summery lavender

On the bridge I run across
The weight of the change undone
The body and the heart are mine
*My eyes, the soul are a rebirth

Hail the Northern trench
filled with finesse and nests
bore of beauty and wonders
mists of bold and flooded folds
no gold to fix on tables premier
just molded plentiful mischieve
raiding from shore to shore
parading from island to Island
as they hold a beautiful damsel
elegant but daring and fairing

Hail the Southern trench
filled with tonnes of gold
bore of abundance and riches
flowing with enormous generosity
the widowed prince never lacking
accoladed with titles and mantles
will he find her worthy of love
as she is escorted on raided forests
made with trees and frosted peaks
as the rattling breeze fade in silence*

to be continued.......

Chorus
Watch me fly
Let me fly away
As the bird
I take a flight away

Verse 1
In the still, silence pervades
No reminiscence of a past gone away
You watched me talk,
Then I lost all my words you waved
Goodbye, sad goodbyes
In the caves, the echo of my voice pollutes
It’s in the when, the how all the where

Verse 2
In the fields, I withered as the crops bloomed
No remembrance of a past erased
You heard me beg,
As I lost all the will to live but die
The pointed fingers on my being
In  the brave, I took the shield and guarded up
It’s the now, the never ending paths

Bridge**
Parachuting from the skies
The distance is to high
But I trust the safety net
The hailing jet
I wear the sailing zest

As she lay in her vulnerability
She remains open to the universe

As she surrender her nakedness
She radiates to the warmth

As she engulfs in the wild
She roams, serving curiosity

As she break in the swinging tides
She soaks in abundance

As she belches the aura of the past
She sums up brilliance

As she looks up to the waning moon
She strokes her mood in tunes

She is a woman, a beauty to be felt
As she smiles out to the shores

She is the womb, an unfurling fertility
As she carries others burdens

She is the ultimate female energy
As she balances the male synergy

She is to be nurtured and loved
As she bears the fruits of earth

She is stunning with her sparkles
As without her we won’t exist

She is a lover, a mother, a sister
As we hold her womanly nature

Note: Inspired by a painting I did of a naked woman lying in repose but -looking out to the shores. What is she? What might she be thinking? *Dedicated to all the women.... the feminine energy.

Arnold my dearest friend was 82
his soul has made a transition
through sands and vast oceans
to another dimensional paradise
he was chatty and I quiet
he was white and I black
he was old and I young
he was a man and I a woman
bonded with zest and humour

Arnold was strict and perfect
we met at local debating club
where we polished speeches
the little gems of impromptu
and the daunted evaluations
charming and complimentary
with an adventurous heart
and the pleasing easy spirit
of playfulness and success

Arnold and his plentiful gang
of competitive read speakers
always told me to slow down
I was a post-graduate trainee
wanting to brush my confidence
way back then when I stumbled
on that working men club
in the company of grey hairs
organised in eventful committees

Arnold saw roles changed
when after five long years
I was an elected president
the transformation of time
following radio interviews
back then when career drove
the foundations of many blocks
of habitual repetition and sweat
of sifting grime from the fire

Arnold always warmed up to me
kissed me on the  rosy cheek
he changed cars like clothes
and loved his dearly wife to bits
he has left a scent around my life
of a hope to love and build family
an ardent piano player and traveller
no wonder that church was so full
abundant with fond memories

Let's share at the table of art
where our hearts hold on
clinging at the base of the edges
with yorks of broken hearted
hold with carols of utter concern
angelic choral spires of the defiant
where gold is thrown in an ocean deep
follow me by the old bond stones
at the temple that stand on cobblestones
at the altar where we can remain
soldiered by the founded pillars
as the ice cold beat us to death
we still never wanted to leave
as the sun scorched and melted
we still never wanted to leave
touch my torso, let your hands run
turning the ol lighted neurons
hit it all on the bearable grounds
at the heart where the water fall
call me again and again, yet again
get drunk by the glorific castle
where the drums beats in sequence
ranting on every passable pause
until the peak of the current falls
call me again and again, yet again
swallow the moments unfullifed
recite me as the unforgotten city
the clause that covers sad songs
in a figurative riddle that bridges

My easel, has been asleep
for a while, like a whale
on the lost deep seas
finding a prey
to victimise
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, sees in my eyes
the robbers on the blink*
of an unruly end
finding recognition
in social media
to favor ego
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, is a mellow fine lens
Hands in line holding a gun
set a trigger, to silence the crowds
the doom in the public cruise
trollers and vipers with wipers
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
we seek fame and lose our self
to the shadows of the masses
who denude our dignity
to gain their sanity
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
in the spaces of the contours between
dehumanised by the social media
the medium of the century voice
the armageddon of currency
*that sate to fill it's belly

I was born in a thunderstorm
when melancholy merged with death
at the rock of the graves and grieve
ridden in a world that never fits

On this earth where tears are unsaved
inside the flowing wrongs and rights
traps of entitlement and brokedness
on days when the sun refuses to shine

I was born to never have a belong
on masses of an indescribable rise
watching on elongated corners of alone
where nights fits on the jigsaw puzzle

On this hell of a world, where music dies  
photographs tries,poems lies,canvas plies  
forgetting the misery of the human form
that sinks and leaks under the dungeons

Red on glass tells ruby stories
of fire fanning a glow flame
as the embers evoke the dame

The flow of ice on winter strolls
sailed on clouds of fled dreams
spaces where a lover lend a kiss

Red wine wins the dance floor
on corners of critical observation
where pawns seek prices to devour

The flow of songs on a fantasy bed
Tounging words and rounding rods
Below the confetti bursted blessing

The runaway husbands have no tales to tell
before long their roses dry and the love die
as they tie in strokes of un-diffused confusion
watching the time decay as the tempest night cries

When the morning comes you die again
like that rug that was left for mere disuse
in a field of the undefined and defiled
dancing salutes with an invisible Sultan

Sometimes the questions are unanswerable
and clusters of closure are permissible
as the dim shine glosses to a smooth polish
the suffered broken parts of the strolls unashamed

It all takes times to feel a whole again
and the beat of the drum arise in fiery fumes
Streaming, a-coursing deep in the veins
searching for a surrender to that serene direction

Halfway through the year time crept
Days seemed to flash like thunder
each vanishing by to its paradise
Sometimes I wonder about the days
If they will reappear above the mirage
far beyond the ever breathing skies
above the unreachable starry skies
above what is unfathomable and unattainable
and if these days sat on a mountain?
would it ever sink or be weighed down?
submerging below the strata and volcanic tension

aren’t we all stuck in a driven world
where souls are trying, prying, crying
each trying to find a place, some freedom
a resolution above all the substitutions

Yet as she sat at the fountains of love
all she could find was second class crowns
rusted copper coins sunk at the bottom
and all their wishes echoed eons ago
articulated with tainted rosy promises
pardoned within a series of mysteries
as if happenstance as delicacy was outpoured
and as she sailed, willowing voices unfolded
and all she could visualise was the future ahead

The dawn has woken to its pleasure
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no sun to sing a gentle warmth
Just layers and crusts of frosts meddle
Rambling with cold and fine intentions
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no wind to ****** any sense
Just  shatters of thin ice and frozen peddles
Mumbling a worded imposition
Same as yesterday and day before
Ohh, the moon has cased its gesture
Just right at the socketed loony disposition
Same as yesterday and day before
The dawn has woken to its pleasure

In bareness life sheds
Melting our essences
To fear our termination
In caskets it all ends

In excess life mends
A regeneration read
Generations transpired
For eons we existed

In neutral life tends
Unscripted to rest
Reassessed to subsist
Repressed to matter

Thou shan't fear death
Embraceth thine destiny
Immortalised in shrines
Till the universe climaxes

You said it,how you broke my heart
every time we talk I break and cry
I stop as I was so crazy to love
To give all there is unconditionally
burnt shatters and pieces evoke
Now sat here at the cross legged bench
this country oak that soothed misery
the one with antique aesthetic split
Overlooking the misused McDonald’s
where ducks prey, play and swivel  
by the bus stop where people load
carrying suitcases to a distant destination
Yet, never had I been broken in my life
with lack of direction and unknown trauma
lost 10 feet under the revolting grounds
no apologies, no goodbye ,no explanation
not another chance,nor another beat
not a fiery fire, decrepit with the low blows  
Now solitude is a glove that fits me
It has justly put the pieces back together
Washed the foolishness and carelessness
For we are not made of bricks and blocks

Savasana is a calm state
in the midst of quietness
all passes away always
like a forever in reverse
Its a state of a corpse
where body meets earth
shoulder kiss the ground
and breath rises above all
Its a reward to the motor
tendering and weeding
giving growth an embrace
It's a handshake I long for
after the crafting and trying
the twisted boats, aeroplanes
lizards, cobras and sphinx
a remedy from warrior stances
and the table tops and doggies
to the wonderful cats and cows
It's a gateway to Pratyahara
the very bridge that connects
the fibres of inside and outside

The green barn stands alert,
in it’s structure it resounds,
singing hymns of it’s majesty.

To an outsider, it’s prominent,
plentiful with straw and freshness,
no one can see the pain it haunts.

The lonely aura of it’s scented past,
on the grounds where she departed,
strangled herself as the breath faded.

The storage where loneliness visited,
drowning every emotion she had,
pushing her to sink deeper in the abyss .

It was a wild night,
I left the cocoon
and peeped the moon
and it's soaked con

In the seas of unknown
in your utter flutter
just another matter
on a confusion platter

I walked this road before
where fears eats the brain
and line fillers are a grain
of a down graded train

Lay as the rain tears it’s way
In trenches drenched eternally
As the waters draw sequences
Pat the dreams of April showers
Gently mesh on the downing dew
Resting on the daring ventures
Textures of the enduring greys
eyes patched with persistent blues
Let the fire burn to a summer day
Simmering it’s light on a bloom
A blossom of the drooling *****
Leading to the winter starry lens
Black towers of the night draw close
Flickering with a drowsy tamed sheen
Reflecting the loony daring moon
Water remains a confession eye
A mirror that stays and revises