You used it.
Big vision.

A baby grand in duet with lapping waves, me.

When they released her, she looked back.
Fuel for the beasts, and getting late for picking bluebells.

The white space filled up.
Noise for cramming, more.

Yuk, some wrote and others spill without thinking.

A good edit needs many small steps.
Dovetail's detail. Clockwork ambience.

Flew off. Left the heat on. And it's still burning.
New day on gusts awful, blow blow blow your horn.

and the eagle in flute skin makes no hazy bones
this awkward thing, it's like you have someone
bending metal traps, free feet in antiquated barbs
and know that I miss you more than you suspect.

Don't cry.

I ate the circle of moon before it could disappear
but when I woke, it slipped
and hid in that ball of light
they call sun.

We swore we'd never let it destroy her again
but it was fate who threw the key
into the pond
You spoke to a blue fish with golden scales
and made deals below my disturbing seas
without realizing desperate souls
also lived there.

Why do you keep calling me, child of the dark?
you promised never to but you vanished
like the traitorous treasure of a wakeful reel
that you take down each night
into the craters where your alterego resides.

Aren't you afraid of meeting your other self?
So, one night, when a meteor slid this way
past my bedroom door, ajar with brimming dreams
and a cold, gray mist covered my breath
my head was forced up and through the ceiling
my eyes finally closed, it told me who broke the seal.

You can tell the world who stepped on sleep
worshipper of the wood sprites
it's you, isn't it.

Feeling my fingers rolling in your head, so very high again
Pushing against the bark of trees
Rain soaking us both
soft, warm earth
taking us in.

If I can't make the tip, may you find another
To sink into you, into your sweet mouth
Delicious build up, can't hold back
How you held and kissed the open tears of heaven
And the mountains revealed secret paths.

so many questions are asked
with fewer answers that really matter

so many attempts are made
with results which end up drowning

so many poems are written
with some nodding heads to agree

while so many seconds tick
with thief doubt always creeping in

all i ask is..............in the end
does it really matter so much?

Too often, I wonder if it's you
Being witness to changing signs, doesn't mean it's implicit.

I yearn to have you in my arms and nurture you
But never will I hold the dragons of your words against you.

You're sometimes so absolute in belief
How about, keep a little gray on the pedestal?

Ti amo..........

Know you nothing, cat?
Pretend to be drowsy when the keeper comes
and bolt out the cage
like lightning from that essay
you wrote on that other orb.

Come, cross then the stream with me
and wash off the struggle.
Sadly, was only the bottle which spoke.

Begging a cuppa kind smiles. No, them's tight.
Parochial *****, weather's no better there.
Mind opens like fresh sails 'pon the breeze.
Poseidon took a break, this is from
somewhere else. Only the angels know.

Now down it comes, o the ceiling!
Grand, a mess it makes. Unfair is the game
and no use of plaintive tone. Stuff down the fries
and God, down the water goes.
The saucer's up now, they're leaving soon.

Alas, too late. The forests catches fire.
The planet burns. Come, say the fairies
ne'er too tired to fall on dancing shoe.
Let's dance to the end: either the sun's drifting
further away, or we're spinning closer to it.

Take upon the tongue the straw
enough to break one's back
no caring which season
of the five.

Nailbed, hot stone.
A simmering anger, old.
Heavy.

Some battling debate of
loss thrown away.
A small, gray key.
Join them on a ring and
give back, give back, give back.

See now, new currents drag my pennies.
Down.
I'm an octopus penning idiocy.
The counter, brown.
Such a small counter.

But this small key, so heavy to give away.
Is it loss or thrown away?
If so, who did it?

Mind never grasped the sorrow,
the secrets, hid in serpent of glimmered italics
and windfalls left fractured for years
rediscovered in haste of other dilemmas.

Ok, it'll be three dollars (and a bit).
That's all it took a heart to turn.
Ashen walks and stale apple pie,
unstately promise.

It needn't rhymy.
I have no more timey.
Another chunk of sanity slides
(and that bit).

Rolling down my sides, pools of sweat
cool earth welcomes my ear.

There, sweet breezes meet and save me
cheek on checkered parquet.

Muted paws startle and patter off
midnight swings its low call.

Can you see the stars through the ceiling?
only impossible dreamers do.

She is always there, like a subtle cocoon
ringing in the new, so easy.

They never elucidated on how heavy cases await
while you shift to art and music dies.

Platters on the way and milky mix, a messy spill
time to don a sombrero.

Let's drink to the future and pour me a glass
tiny toothpick draped in paper.

Hollow gifts and hard wages, a song for the mass
small coin for mules, clap for the fools.

the hindrance of seeing the truth
longing to touch the sweet taste
of what they call
sin

you love avoiding me, my 3 am muse
you love grilling me, too
I don't mind these tribulations
because I know of the weekly perk
when clouds burst in their teal dance
and you twirl round the room
alone

that precarious balance of
waiting to topple over prayerful cliffs
in your
special skirt.

lovely, hot sweetness swirling in the morningtime
that you'd use that as penalty, is hard to fathom

one mug goes missing later on
and then supper goes to dregs

bag is now tagged and tried
hung up, dried and lynched

perk is missing in action
I see your cup steams on

Some years now, it's been
strange that we still long
for that.

You say you drag me into your private moments
those sessions
in the morning, I don't know what to say.

What to do when castles crumble & walls tumble?
Do the princes and kings build again
or creep to hovels?

Hilltops grow shallow and heads enfeebled
a tiny break when that unwelcome pulse
collides with things forbade.

Quiet morning in reading, a silent house
light avocado curtains lift, fresh breeze
disciple in hot hiding, press a rolling orange.

Dates close and birth on the cusp
Who cracked the twenty tails? Poor sods.
Two calls and the heart lurches, all older now.

you're the nock on the bow, determining the distance
and the depth
phenomenal thing that you are
I can't wait

oh I can't wait!

How wet the sand can get, there's a ***** wind
sitting inbetween the smiles of innocent looking people
their words catch the fancy of the grand old folk
and egos become grander.

Betty calls not far from a station and hails a private one
to take her away for a little bit
and even if red storms beat urgent
she decides to take to court one.

The bed becomes a friendless place
and in the study, welcome the branches
out of necessity, comes newer ways
of lonely angles and paper sleeves.

One day of tasting bitterness, a long day.

Contrast amiss in the forum.

A small Egyptian taunts the patience of a clock.

The dog and the mole in a showdown with no end.

Quires and polish vie alongside closed shop windows, pets doze.

Training is a long trip to secure a noose.

Quiet, a cat scratches
pours out thoughts, silent
in the rain.

A walk to work
to fracture walls
insurmountable.

Muscles in dregs of
fatigued smiles, eating
ice-creams that don't melt.

into the air, flying over the bars
night after night
something ought to give
but can't, because you should've prepared

a feast that the righteous hold back
a sea of farewells, give a living gift
a child sits behind and drops the head
a heartstring can snap, and repenters too.

glass and wood shan't collide, bright beings
must move on.
I won't cry, the sea's enough filled with old secrets
and tone illustrations crumple, the gazelle flies free.

Crimson seethe. This, a waiting not for all
even glean a PDF, follow crumbs, seal notes.
Raucous cries die before sunset
veering to the door, but sticker too green.

Strange, eleven hours it took to birth a smile
pluck away in quiet corners.
Only, reversing chance to another
nobody gives a hoot. Isn't life much a gauntlet?
Drying, crack open a thought and spy
youngster unsought, of the last month, until the end.

An earthy kindness in the heat
my tongue revels
your ginger distance, a purple thing
softly calling.

Never in all my battles (a violin plays)
did I expect it
so much stretching
and it's my morning music cosseting that
screeching
silence
the screen lies all the time.

Time to get to meet yourself
it's no good adjourning the meet
in the mirror, a skew look behind
my pate
a smiling thing.

More specters come
when the song stops
just when I reload
I prefer your bullets.

Trellis twines and weeds unthrift, fruit hangs heavy, boughs low
I sense the power in those moves
Are you by the gate?

Full of dust and dried hands, whole day on the feet, shaking so
Sharp twinges in the back of calves
Are you by the gate?

Graying sulk, brand new phase seeks you every day, chagrined
My nerves full of you, futile dream
Never thought conjured.

I'm becoming engorged with thoughts of being with you
of holding you and planting kisses across your face.
I want a heck more than just to hold you
I'll cradle your spirit, hug your mind
I need a day off with you.

Remember that hot day we spent together
how you struggled beneath me
you fed me an apple, straight from your desk
and I felt like an A student, putty in your grip.
You stood there, quiet and didn't touch me
I loved that.

Then I kissed you, softly and gently
you melted against me and moaned
Our eyes closed and you protested
but our kiss exploded the air, a combustible parcel
wow, you tasted so delicious and smelled of Heaven.

That's when things took an interesting turn.....

and just like that, you're gone
out of the atmosphere we know

maybe you left long ago
peace on coast locked

world bays sick interest
in the falling and ailing

once they step from the plastic grass
hungry wolves will come to bleed rapacity

there's no known cure, say poetics of wise
battling the extreme odds, hold on tight, the ride goes on!

how charming a taste you leave, my tongue swells
and how magically you wheel me in

I keep you far away yet close
for all the things you'd send, I ignore your nostalgia
I let you overflow till you can no more
and bend my absence over you and
you'll see the world hand me trophies
and through the eyes of great you
you see your dwindling reflection

and like an eagle, I'm ready to clutch
the only prize worth catching

and in the end, it's always you
winter on the heart
rain upon the leaves
you're here
inside

cruel to whet your time with promises I can't keep
and entertain you with dreams refusing to inhale
wiser to pack away wishes, escape the sting

but that hiss of discontent lingers in quiet rage.

Elusive like butterflies in mad seasons of your forgetfulness
and as hard to claim, like piano notes
coming out awry.

I punch down but then, it's me who's the forgetter
that gravity is a friend, like you
and the ground will bed me down one day.

They tell me to avoid the counter-intuitive
and that twins and triplets hide the sharps
maybe, once a lifetime ago, we remembered.

The day a man needs regulation to plant a seed, is when choice is chided for its existence.
Out of existence.
Reduced to two parties - and we believe without doubt.

When schools and factories will burn along with all bossiness and business, perhaps the land can feel hands dig in again.
Metal needs repose, queues deserve to die.
Rules thrive on Pavlovian tinkles to sink the horrid in, endless gauntlets on repeat.
Time to eat, time to work, time to play, time to die.

The matchstick burns bright, a blaze of life, fizzles right before it gathers thought enough to know.
So too, when the coil burns fulsome and beauty carries fitting, bells go silent in dreams.

will succumbs to quests of others
a purchase in kind for tattered words
leaving on trails hardy, a few wishes
I've but one.

when I've done letting others seesaw between my ribs
gathering coins paltry for sweat
ingesting pulses assorted, not my own
breaking heels on melting tar
seeing another's dream grow taller
swallowing possessiveness
accepting ultimatums and
then, can I come to you.

As on an island, my desires stand
all alone, surrounded by salt
an ocean, a stubborn stain on a blue ball
stranded by angels who forgot about a child
who grew up
quiet
a mouse on a different plane.

Are you the salt?
and should I be rent with need for drink, how then?
perhaps sweet can soon come and clear the slate
so many images collide and they interfere with my day
no less, my mind.

Songs are sung by hearts alone
and many sentences lie low
in the sand
below
as the gentle wind lifts
and the spray reveals all.

Cold and wet day, rain hectoring all down to the last pedestrian
A tired man stepped into a corner shop he never noticed before.

Warm glow from fireplace, neat stacks of books bedside a sofa
He sat down and gave his eyes to the ceiling, all worry melted.

The next time he heard the tinkling bell, the door opened again
Felt like a spell lifted, a teacup clanked. Ten years had passed.

Qui jetait le sort?
C'est l'ennui.

Frantic searching for lost moments
Wrinkles he never noticed before.

The curtains parted and on the stage, old
Sorrow pasted its stamp on his forehead.

You said I could have the night, you withdrew
pleasure and left love humiliated, a used tissue.

When four hundred winds wrestle with a seeker of light
end up hiding in a cave
the dwelling of tired bears, grumpy of chaffing.

                                                      ­                            dreamingofyou

Tomorrow is just a young child on the verge of learning
how to jump the rope and teasing gales into
your sphere.

I become a blue triangle. You've tripped on my atoms
inside. Let me out.
The engineer stands, baffled.
Malfunction in the algo. Sorry, it may take a while.

Let me out.
Or in.

Through the years, it took us
consistent feeling, never altering
content with complacent idling
until the night, a surprise came
and knocked us on the head
off our perches of self assurance.

The night when we stepped out of ruts
and cuddled close together
like never before, eye to eye
now, shivering and turning inward
our single sheet not enough
our embrace fiery, out the cold.

Such fun when daggers run steep
like forgotten hills where we used to frolic
as children, fear never played
how unsuccessful when so formal.

Rider called in, rider to run free
over to mad islands
when no papers stick like glue
to bureaucrap.

Right over here, donkey
tuck your tail, and give your print
work till your fingers curve
no more.

Think we ought to split the sunset
but leave some diamonds behind
never know what a soul may need.

You showed us the depth of love in a sordid world
your aid brought us to ship's end, diving into bliss
the creaking of your weight as we shifted quietly
and found magic when we met
there.

You taught me love, tights jeans and all
Don't be scarce.

i soooo wish i cud post this...

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going mad not being able to proclaim to the skies
ok, I told it to the wind who told it to the trees
and now, it's landed adrift, somewhere in bird cry

if you spoke bird cry, you'd know it all by now
since you can't, you can swallow all the colors
in the bleeding flight taking off at gate number 4

Within my dakota dream, rests your rock
within your rock, I sleep like sunken ships
and when we wake, songs breathe to life
inside the ghost of irate storms
and lilies on the edge of streams dance
to no preying eyes.

You're writing poems on the ice again
the suite of the pioneer cannot slip.
Who won't like your bedside nonsense
it gave us time to think.

I've just enough time left
to flip a penny to midnight sky
and ride away on the trails of a high wish
inside the bark of trees old men find remedy of
within their breast, old secrets murmured in broken sleep.

It's here.
It's come.
Time to leave.
Again.

Don't bother turning out the light
it was never on.

a dual purpose for
always trying
must exist
if lessons come
and knock one
upside down
twice in the head
and twenty in the heart

why duel forever
with heart strings
when the answer
fits nowhere
and mind stings
with truth?

Summon the words from the breast of courage
don't over feed the cat, he needs a little dust
the more he's fed, the more he wants
This is how the clever fools call it.

Curtail it, slice it, wound it, pack it away
climb the highest oak tree to see over the woods
you thought wrong, appetite is merely flattened not reduced
I end up conditioned, more wary round your electrified halo.

you cannot hear me falling
no-one can, in fact
I’ve learnt how to subdue (ages ago) when the world was still birthing and thinking up its silly existence

Old habit, long practise

saddenly, you caught your glad bliss in neglect
and why are you tiptoeing in your dreams?

september flies all saltyness
brand new digital photos in your **** getup
you didn't know I knew you'd come round, right

by this wheel
on that track
on your wing
you bring me into you without red penny promises
and I know you mean it, each time

when the surf takes hold, edge along the side
into the bluff and sea spray, hold my hand
I close my eyes and feel your fingers marry mine
over the cliff, those longheld things soon fly free

taking time to lick off the walls
the remnants of my scattered mind
so we can let the hole for an hour
(with plastic green)
and safely lower
this last (s)mile
into your dark.

oh, see the child blink
how you ran the fat
rendered and left
the yard
confused.

Palette is a mess, too little paint
why's everyone in a contest?
I'm using spit to mix mine, to make sense
it's a noisy place
who said ambition had to be part of this room?

Crime waves its flag ever higher and crisps break
inside the packet
they didn't say offspring would go on such a spree
of blindness hunger and misdemeanors
Did it have to be via the moon spilling stolen rays
like the broken words you took from my kisses
only to splash on your canvass?

Four wheels are split and a boy freewheels
in the dying sun
while we carry the spikes and hikes
freaking hell, why can't fantasies live?
I think the lies outgrow their skin
and it's time to moult.

There's a man, on a highway inside his head
he won't come out, he's adamant that he's right
but he won't see he's not alone
He fails to see
that not everyone is a monster.

Pretty garden, tiled porch, a well kept home
You've gone away again, this time alone
To see long lost friends and ageing family
Your birthday saw your hearth empty this year.

It's your judgment made us drive past you
It's your itch of befriending younger strangers
leads us to this pitch black spot
But behind the pretty garden eyes, nothing but
grey, graffitied walls and a high call.

inside your head, I live with broken words competing as company
we try every time and almost, it works
perhaps we try too hard?

I gave you things I thought you'd like
now, I feel a total fool with missed cell chance
and silence roaring in my midnight ears.

this skill you hold so high, I am fearful
on tenterhooks, step hunched on eggshell
I'd hate to lose you.

odd derision, tryed to reach out, how the air round me
laughs softly, aversion fills your words
cackles like a solid witch

there's no lift now, the ship has left
the boat is sunken, as are my eyes when I feel your intense anger
the steering wheel has been twisted, the head foggy

shaking with ice cold and sweat droplets on my face
frozen and melting at the same time
the sheet beneath me, like snow, no comfort, aversion fills up

the vesse l sinks, slowly
it fills, slowly it fills
like sea water in my mouth, my silence was needed

mute the racks of anguish
a cold burn inside, face skin totally peeled
scalding the tongue to learn again to go quiet

of kindness, when needed
it gets hard to cope, but we go on
holding that space between
the ultimate fall and that which
gives, stones thrown
end in rivers and sink
so that mercy lives.

It's by that sliver of light
which shivers and changes
that I know
you're there
in the room.

And I thought I recognized your face
in the sea of poems
but perhaps
I was wrong
'cos sometimes you liked it
dry.

Didn't you?

I'll keep looking for that sliver
in the door's side
knowing strangely
you will return.

I sneeze
again
in the wake of the dust
you've unsettled.

Really wanna hold you, tell you sorry
Wanna split the rose in you
and the bulrushes rustle  
till the morning dawns over the hillside.

Just as the one in your arms tells you
the right words at the right time
dint make mine
the wrong ones.

Pale blue sky, cold wind sings of sadness
are you coming to help out?
Not until it's cleared, I want less control.
Later, a hot pan of spicy onion, egg and juice.

bring on the rot, threats of a dastardly runner
the cold comes and the walls bleed mercy
you're all users of one or other thing
quip for all eternity
how we let one corpse bring down the living
one block and it is a nice, vengeful filter
in your face.

tired tired tired
of games, in the end
apart, we both lose.

Mine are the shapes in your head, never too lofty
Carting a full truck, load up the great old ones.

Till we can again, I grow exhausted.
My word, grief ran off today when they went away.

The silence, the silence. The tries not dwarfed.
Quaff down in science's name, I got a double. Yay.

You turned over so quick, the evening sun saw my ***
then promptly, you locked the door
looking for a small to cover the keyhole
when it strangely pushed open
by itself.
We burst out laughing.

Full moon riding the night sky
and odd clouds.....