Nothing is private.

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

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.

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.

A Walk in the Quiet Night

Tonight, footfall is gone,
All focusing minds
Walled up in rooms,
Boxed within non
Engagement lines.
Government brooms

Sweep up citizens
Like confetti put
Away in its box.
Neat under a lens;
Viewed as soot
Or an earth staining pox

From the silent high.
The trees now sleep,
Yet an earth wide call
To arms is surely nigh.
The ape age may seep
Away, the potential stall

And the Great Planter
May choose again;
Something less destructive.
So it may please Her
To watch the pain rain
A little while on the obstructive.

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.

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....