Nothing is private.

They are there:
Watching, listening,
Inducing, controlling,
Judging, interfering.
Experimenting.
You can't even hide
Inside.

Leaving Sun

Leaving sun,
Hand holding sleeping son,
Gilding a dead day with peaceful dying.
Night caresses, undresses the civilised mind
As silence seals the sheep fold.

New morning,
Yawning and thoughts spawning decay.
Memories bleed your smiles, unheard sighs
Salve not the soft silence of absence.
Brilliance is defied by a curtain.

High noon,
Battered and badgered a dead mind.
This day, for you, the darkness I will share;
The thinking and unthinking linked in last love.
Tomorrow is sorrow's anchor.

Sinking sun,
Walking and talking with inner shadows
Choreographed by the legacy of unkissed departed.
Restarted life-sullied now, and unsure.
No cure for impure future.

Dew dark downs,
Cruel cold burns bones.
Sitting on Earth’s lap in hope for the sun,
No one comes, no one will come,
But I’ll see the Earth kiss the sun.

Numb weight,
As clouds wait on first glow,
Knows harmony with mind’s frightened void.
Then wisdom wells in a dawn chorus of joy.
And Mercy lights up a face.

Raised in rays
I see his face unburdened by bliss
And I kiss this rising son.

Coming To Terms

In a dark place immune to summer sunshine
Sorrow’s harsh rule forces tears in silence.
Unrequited love paints interior landscapes grey,
Usurping hopes spawned on our perfect day.
Betrayed emotions crush the heart,
Impale with mistrust good thoughts when apart.

Dawn comes when tears are spent.
A low ebb reveals private pains then turns-
Turns as recovery surfs the incoming tide;
Renewal’s gush dissolving chains.

Autumn atonement

Autumn fire crackles and crisps under foot.
White willow leaves in unanchored mayhem
Eddy against the savage rampage of the wind;
Maelstroms of the abandoned in some last act Danse Macabre.

Unbridled minds are afoot,
Flaying spring’s children from wailing trees,
Wind shepherding huddled heaps
To the dark ditch tombs of the lost.

A dying year in arrhythmic gasps
Disfellowships the splendor of summer.
To atonement I turn, a supplication wind whispered.
Left with the dead, a hope for personal renewal.

Invocation

Your incandescence emerges from cyclic play of labyrinthine colours,
An alternating spectre in this overbearing world of ours.
Your time-immune face flames, resolves in swirling coalescence.
You speak. I kneel. I give absolute acquiescence.
Mental walls made transparent to the love light of your eyes
Are breached and I offer no defence to the disarming smile
You give to reveal your knowledge of what within me lies.
I cannot feel where I am or know what this implies.

You leave me to watch in wonder when you weave into the wind.
You grant my spirit a mirror for your gentle face,
And now alone, I am cloaked again by the silence of this place,
Clinging to thoughts watermarked by your ethereal grace.

I want to leave

I want to leave.
Not just this room, its people, my breath crushing waste.
Not just this tethered sham, absurd marionette world.
Not just this crafty shepherd’s panacea.
No. I just want to BE elsewhere.

I want to know.
Is all you and I do, say, achieve, share, prepare and care for;
Is all you and I admire, hate, spoil, cry over and destroy;
Is all you and I hope for, taught about and embraced over,
Erased by the cosmic gardener?

I want to be still.
Rejoice in NOW, sense everything, leave nothing unsaid, undone.
Nature’s confetti; good for the moment then left to the rain.

Substance Abuse

Kitten soft and gentle screams
Melt into pallid pulses of the night.
I must lie involved with dreams
To freeze the unease of now.

He calls from another world;
Insipid intrusions on insular rides.
But you can leave all curled
On a duvet warm and bright.

To succumb to the numb
Soothes the slow sweep of despair.
The joy of elsewhere
Is worth the price to be dumb.

College clean machines whir-
Should I infer from the cat’s purr
Happiness reigns supreme?
I seem to dissolve....