Been dreaming of you again
Let's be smart and
make better use of
the floor.

I'm surprised you got it all
everybody needs someone
and now, you got somebody
and I wind me up again
letting some cells die in solo.

A gift was knowing you
and you may not believe
but you have to feel it being reeled.............
in
like the old movies we watched
long stretches on the beach
on overcast days
to hide our scars
from strangers with targets.

Take off your glasses, sweetheart
don't hide (in) your heart
It's only me.

between the bars of a cage, I slid my letters
the ones I wrote you and never really sent.

On a bright and warm day, when hell rested
the lock was picked, they slipped, grew wings.

I woke to find them dancing before an abyss
liberty claimed my rusted feet and they flew out.

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.

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?

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.

back to basics
when the world started
valleys meandered further than seas
and.
the oceans spilled sea
don't cry, it's only ships sailing.

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.

A surprise gift, choppy waters for an unintended dip
and wanting to buy a towel but forgoing all to the ******
deserted and clear
detour opens the mountain, the wind howls later.

We carry the burden uphill in a sweatshirt
long abandoned
a dinosaur shell, of pale blue
for a happy child blowing harmonica gratitude
on a black gate.

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.

How little they knew, the ploughers
sweat on the brow of grown things
approaching them with chilled drinks on a tray.

Beneath those billowing skirts
what she carried
and with each dragging step, she felt
the deliberate digging into mud
a soft release
of eager seed to ground.

And how they dug into the earth.

Nightfall beckons home a new flock
each week
so no-one ever suspects
the assortment of characters in the dark
Nine white birds
on a line
the only eyes to it all.

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

powder in a rush catches your eye, seems to be an issue
on a roller coasting *****, slipping in the mud
let's arrange a contest with our fans to see who's brighter
you love the limelight, yes you do

no more tea on trays, someone's ego got shinned in
they're on bitter stilts
rides dry up and curfews throw back some
silence is a great peacemaker, learn to schedule a good cry in the shower

Isn't it just wonderful people love so deeply that a platform as powerful as hellopoetry ends up so inundated with woes of the self, self, self?

Are we truly aware of the horrors we are struck with every day, that kids get shot by the weapon wielder, that free speech gets rammed away?

Opinions of everyone should count and respected not traded as commodity and when opposed, why are all so quick on the high horse?

This platform gets wasted, let's balance the broken hearts, lovestruck, petty squabbles filling pages: simultaneously, diggers make brisk trade.

The world has taken thorough leave of its senses and in its wake, we're left to **** on leftover thoughts of philosophers and thinkers of long ago.

Originality is dead and inciting conflict is the new intellectual game.
Old hand at wars, we are.
Old hat, turn a blind eye.

Little big boy, throw your plastic gun away.
Little big girl, shut down that ******* and duck smile.
Little child, open up and read.
Write the wrongs and make it right.

It's the right of anyone to write, and shooting cameras don't lie.
But but somewhere, the balance is out.
Blind eye, blind eye, the lens takes in and spits out
Blind.

I'll hold you and find a way someday
kiss your indulgence by the plucked strings
of a blind moon.

Where did you put the nails?
The wall cries desolation for
some art pieces my heart can't
be sorry for.

What you along for? been looking hard
for the second part of heaven, we all.
This life closes with every second
you allow to run to gutter, to waste.

Petals blossom quiet
Like you can't unsee.

Wide open, some beautiful secrets
flow honey, you've been there.

Thinking of those sweet times
Such a big moon inside.

Every moment, a dream, a graphic scene
of things I'd do with you...........

made to hold a heart, but fit to catch your crash
you always felt me in the way, had to let it go
found it hard and made it harder

you were gentler with my thirst this time
slowly dragged the leaking cup
away from aching lips

never saw it coming, slow retraction
astute biding, the wait
the right moment, cut down the blubber

step by calculating step, it came round
sleeves rolled back, fields are spalled
choosing the relative best of the lot.

Designed for bouncy, now the appendage
Jets the glance downward.

I'm detecting the sullen art of your railway
scrubbing the skin off my organs, pleasing them
with your moody song, those glittering eyes
hiding what you'd do behind closed doors
Drop my hat reduced
for your pardon, I beg.

She had no idea I watched from the sidelines
she squirmed in her lavender *******
and discreetly rode that wetness (right in front of you)
standing in the swaying crowd.

Dalliance of the holy upstairs (to drive you mad)
clues between the lines
dreams between your legs.

I got a crazy thought. You'd like.
Do you wanna bounce with me
between the lines?

He, growing, is nearly asleep but his psyche keeps fast to the tale
He hears:   The world at end, too many fights, ugly bites
                    They never knew or tasted peace, the blast on close
                    Rights, mere words.

He wakes, jarred by certain fear, praying the bubble at the end
Is big enough for enough
(Enough of the right people).

If the world should end this year and a select handful could make it out
Inside a scientific bubble, hidden in a volcano
(There is talk of super rich buying off tracts and strips
Away from when the crowds go mad........)
Will we need preacher or agriculturist, who will grow the crop?
Is an artist of importance or how about the taxman?
When this big, blue ball's reduced to rubble, do we need accountants?
The cave age beckons, folks and Lard knows, it seems not far off
Not the way groups take turns to hack away humanity.

Stockpile the water, canned food, save a let or two
And leave sentiment at the door, the bubble cannot hold us all
(Wait, where'd I leave my cell? Oh, there won't be electricity, no charge.)
No meat to eat, but hens to lay
Save the flint and remember: keep the secret.

Blades moulded to softness, a kneading
in the afternoon.

Double back efforts to secure new tenure
lots to learn.

A red fluffy thing, vanilla in the biscuit
nobody home.

Although things overflow, Eden's bucket
never forgets.

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.....

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.

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.

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.

To catch a surprise on a wave of frustration
is as needed as
a cool dip in an ocean

for a man on fire.

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.

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.

Delectable surprise, been searching so long
and bread (chunky slices), absent cliches.

It's a sad world when suppressed genius
is not permitted to shine.

Through the mesh of midnight, one refugee
smiling wide, a flower blossoms.

it's so heavy, why's it so heavy?
it's the vegetable I ate or maybe too much.
strings drawn tight and a strong drawing
cleanse the inside and outside.

it feels heavy, a break to prevail
shrews in fields and thunderclouds
a different darkness falls on countenance
the railway shrieks, the train has come.

stir in two sugars, strong and black
oh! I forget, you like tea, so I'm glad you've contained that storm
on the inside of the tinderclap; the one you're wearing

you always hated pedestals, now I understand why
the fall will be hard to take, once the sweet words fall sly
like leaves in autumn; a rabbit hops.

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.

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.

It's when you sleep.
Isn't it?

Cover your face, a white sheet to clear the eyes
So the one around you cannot see what you think
But we both know, it's when you sleep
Your body betrays you, you twist and turn
and you're warm to the touch, lover
of thoughts of us........

We both know it is so
Magic.

Two white shirts, starched
on the floor of a car, hatchback.

Blue beauty in the corner, wolfish grin
time for the assassin, new belief.

A resolute thing, his horns won't budge
flying from a limerick's mouth, cavernous.

Sunny youth departs in crocodile fears, a phase
Please don't, I swear the farewell will hold.

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.....

a letter is traveling far and wide and may land tired in your lap
please, would you pray for one lost?

deliverance creeps on an unsuspecting mood in minute ways
I'd really like to hold your hand.

keeping space in this palm, my thumb could hold much more
rebel sage said love and fear motivate.

my eyes are red yet dry, a sudden drizzle; feet patter to lines
a small feather tucked gently inside.

like no other day
pained to see this occur
why it's unworkable, I never know

oh please no

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.

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?

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

ever felt like u lost something
but u can't tell what it is
yet it rankles the nerves so bad

you place fear at the door
but it lies across the threshold
making you trip each time
it cackles low expletives
and hisses at ur every move

Eden is on vacation
the direct contact is on hold
the engaged tone beeps on and on

Tight ride over uneven roads, long distance.
Defaulting poor folk kicked off by greedy banks.
The egg broken, the cocoon breached.
The warmth of family tested, cracks a little.

Why do we all play into sickness this way, holding up
the machine?
Nothin' but a greedy gobbler with zits on its face, holding us
over steam, turning our sweat to coins.

Highways passed and road stops by a strange camp.
No, none too friendly.
Into tiny blocks bundled, and foremen huddle sheep
to the fields.

Open slaughter of work. March us back to the confines.
A sad day. Bits of paper and forms to fill, is all we become.

Omelettes today, some meat in the tent later. Come happy, children.
Come lick at the cauldron on the dusty floor.

Beyond the golden fields, the sun bursts to final red.
A small walk denied. ****, dreams in the hot tea curls.

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.

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.

What lingers in the space around your thoughts?
I can tell you're thinking it.
How you need my thumb.
There.

Fine thoughts.

A bout of
creative souls
to flood this.

I can't wait.
I will look out for you.

It comes down in winter, a late storm
eons away from summer
spring and there's no flowers
and leaves fall.

Patches somehow obscured
and cloaked anew
chlorosis brings new death.

That itch, a flea beneath my skin
one scratch here
and zoom! I'm mapping out new continents
on my back
with red marks on blades
and on the valleys over my ribs.

The tall gentleman says he could see
a face from long ago (old gallows)
in the face of a stranger. One who now
has a hand in progeny's songs.

A piece of dried seaweed and two shells.
Beautiful music, salt balm for the soul.

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.

a spider from a tree, comes down to wait
some cardboard figures want all credit, just cardboard

hanging in the balance, which keyboard dictates
no good typing away when the cursor isn't ready

thanks for resuming the channel, almost missed iot
quick decompressing in the cards, else imploding

intricate on paper, makes for easily disconcerted
part-time envoy of laughter, running round circles

to keep cold feet away and every need gloved
come, I hate promises, let's go shopping

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!