I wait until it rains
and then i pull out the weeds
plant some seeds
imagine your tears as rain
soft soil - pull out the pain
and plant again...
Grow tall.
Grow mighty.
Grow in order to seed
something beautiful.

Thinking thoughts
is a freedom that we have
The notion of
"we don't need no education"
A bird in a cage
sees not the space beyond
and thus does not
want to fly there
but take her on your shoulder
dont try to hold her
and she will fly
fly further than you
ever could have told her
and she will return.
She will have burnt her wings
in the face of the Sun
but She will come back
and do it all again.
For you.

When i separate myself
From myself
I find that I am both,
Yet neither,
Something of an alien
In search of itself.

What was that?
Did you just say
That you can’t remember?
How about that.
Convenience runs
In the blood of your veins.
You are accountable
For the rot of your reign.
You will be judged
All fingers pointing at you.

I am ready
for Change.

sweet morning
sweet slumber of night
shadows can never
be brought to light
they will merely reappear
on the other side of dawn.

Music.

Soul circles, smoke-like
- cat in trance -
simply can’t resist the dance
disappears on padded feet
simply can’t resist the beat

when skin bleeds
the soul breathes
finds air in sweet desp(air)
circles, smoke-like
disappears
irrevocably in arrears

like a dragonfly
he barely skims the surface
waiting as a spider does
for careless little words
waiting as a python does
for careless little birds
draws them in on threads of silk
and grinds them down to milk
drinks at leisure
for his pleasure
those of wanton ilk

you. Writers.
Bearers of your Soul.

It makes you whole,
doesnt it?

Feelings on shirtsleeves
the transcendence of a Mole.

Tick Tock
There goes the clock.
Time to meet your Maker.

Posing prose as poetry
Rhyme and rhythm gallantly
Moving aside curtains of dust
We do what we must to get
The point across
Spiraling like hungry crows
Across the carcass
Of a questioning mind
Wings tilting in the wind
As we look to find sense
In some nonsensical thought.

He placed her on a pedestal
And fed her milk and honey
Gently clipped her wings
As he showered her with money

She was his wife, he was her life
Until the day she slipped and fell
Easy was the fall into
The waiting arms of Hell

The distance between love and loss
Is no more than a sigh
Easy come hello
And easy come goodbye.

when i tasted your salt
the sea in me arose
i am an ocean unto you
i will water your gardens
you will be my budding bloom
and i will be your groom.

She stayed
When he lost his mind
Stayed behind
When his voice lost sound
They met at the edge of a circle
Drew their swords and
Laid them on the ground
The gravity of consequence
Lay thick in the air
One slice of love and
One slice of despair

Dark is the blue that surrounds you
My breath catches in my throat
Monster is the wave that moves me
as it weaves and winds the pattern
of your soul around my heart
Churning and burning
I am enthralled
by the magic of what you are
and when the tide turns,
I will show you how to move mountains.

something interactive and introspective
lurks beyond my computer screen,
not just lurking but beating like a heart
as it hides behind ones and zeros..
the mechanics of consciousness
staring at me and my mind knows
that there is more to it than numbers
its like when i ran a race as a kid
i knew i could run faster
but my legs wouldn't let me
the mind is ready for more
than what Tech is willing to share
sitting waiting on others to create the platforms
that allow our minds to meander through
webs that other minds have spun

whispers the wind on deaf ears
sleeping monsters lie at the bottom
of silent oceans
deep damp depths defy deference
to the deities of the dark
swallowing water as a bird gulps air
the shadow below unfurls
and stretches itself out
embraces the tidal wave
that gives birth upon earth
to a new kind of monster
( ? )

we come from a watery womb
and much as there is love
my god,
we have some monsters amongst us.

take back the light,
monsters.

come back to the Light.

There was a moment
and that moment set me free
I was alive
Like I never thought I'd be
It was you
That fit me like a shoe
It was you that showed me
What is true.

You stepped into my life
And crept into my heart
You made a bed and slept there
As you dreamt, I came apart
Turning inside out I smelled
The embers of a fire
And knew that it was me that
Lay there burning on that pyre

it was a bird
that broke the back of night
a mating call unto the light
shadows black and bruises blue
it ushered in another hue

You carried a sack of feathers
over your shoulder
when I met you.
One by one I stitched them back
and then I took you out
and flung you to the wind.
You circled a few times
before you disappeared
and I when I turned to go
I found you walking at my side.

The screen against my hand
is cold to the touch
Not much at all
Like the heat that simmers
Beneath the surface
Of a smartphone
There is a universe
In the palm of your hand.

Come...
Let me embrace you
Feel my heartbeat
Lay your head
Against my chest
And know that you
Are Loved.

I am One with the notion of You

I am all over you
In more ways than one
Cover me with
Your blankets
And let it be done.

You observe
and I do
I watch
and you act
twins souls on opposite
sides of the coin
cause and effect
act and react
rats on a race wheel
until we get off
and embrace

Grassy hills hear
The call of a bird unknown
What is this sound that sings with clarity
Such utterly delightful singularity?
Is that the voice of an angel?
Or is it you that sounds so true
So out of the blue oh beautiful of you

She whispered
Where are you?
His silence was so loud
That it deafened her ears
And stilled the leaves
That rustled underfoot
The cold was within
And the cold was without
Skin stretched tight
Across aching bones
While silent tears froze
On her sweetly
Sleeping cheeks

While it snows
in Norway
they look for summer
in Africa,
the Motherland -
there where the great lion
will eat you.

who's to say
why some thoughts happen
and why certain things occur
who's to give an answer
if the question is unsure
sometimes songs rhyme
and sometimes they do not
its not that we don't understand,
it's just that we forgot.

Fumbling for the lights
walls bend under the weight
of a darkness so cold
what has happened
to times of old?
Life, so heavy at status quo
so many born as so many go
Mother said, pull yourself  
toward yourself..
Move closer to the fire in your heart
and be warmed there,
you are your own Light.

Is it too much
to I cry if I'm glad?
Is it ok  
to say when I'm sad?
Cry baby cry
It's just tears in the sky
Cry baby cry
just some sand in your eye.

Where was I when
you were here
Where were you when
I was there
I don't remember
as much as I should
and there must be a reason
or else I would.
Could I remember?
Dismember my mind
in order to find some memory
that i wasn't meant to keep?
I could.
But some dogs are best left asleep.

Magic Carpet,
sail not ever from under me
never go unexpectedly
to where I cannot follow.

They had taken the bait
and now they waited.  
The jury was out on lunch
and she chewed her fingernails
to pass time.
He shifted,
loosened his tie and tried
not to look her in the eye.
One ravenous moment
had devoured a life of maybe's
forced to face some mirror
stand trial, be made to wither
Oh! to have known sweet desire
is to have overthrown
any verdict of denial.

What do you need eyes for
if you're not looking?
Why have ears if you don't listen?
How strange to have
a conscience that you don't use?
What use is a tongue if used to abuse?
Sense the surreality of your own dream
and wake up, come to your senses
and look around...

there is a possibility
that this space
between you and I
does not exist and that
we truly are One
that indeed we are
our own ancestors
reaping seeds
that we've already sewn
consequences shape life
and as gods in training
we must learn how to sculpt.

I stretch out my arms,
disengage myself
from a tangle of dreams
and find you, impossible you
watching me from your pillow..
What are you thinking?
Is that you or are those stars
blinking down at me?

Amber's glow sits low on the horizon
lends a golden aura to the fowl
that sits basking on the wall
lone cat prowling through wet grass
nose shining as it does its feline dance
winter tiptoes quietly into my room
and breathes cold air onto warm skin
and as hatchlings take flight
I crawl from my nest and get dressed
step into my shoes and jump...
Sink or swim. Fall or fly.

The sky's a blanket of black
Sleeping rooftops smudged
with purple ink and shadow
Yellow the colour of
Well matured cheese
Sits just above the horizon
Stealing light
From pinpricks in the night
What we call stars are
Portals through to heaven
Light passing through the sieve
That separates universes.

Shifting perspectives
7cm from dying
Quivers as it quavers
7seconds
From flying
Sorry where were you
When I was trying to
Fry that perfect egg?

I spy with my little eye
Some something..
It flickered by me
Like a butterfly on acid
All fluttery and buttery
Slip sliding away
Not sure what I saw
But it left me with
The feeling that
Everything is transitory
Ravens wings couldn't
Be more beautiful
Than what it was that
Just flew by
Drew my attention
And then it was gone
Quick as jam and scone
To a hungry man
Next time I will have
My net on the table
And I will catch it
Before it's able to
Fly away
Scrutinize it's wings
And see if it sings
Won't cage it I promise
But I will catch it
And let it go again
For the sake of curiosity.

Her lonely self
Has some secrets
On the shelf
She dusts away
The cobwebs
And mutters underbreath
Something about
Life and death
I strain my ears
To listen
She cries some tears
That glisten
In the morning sun
It's an old song
Repeatedly sung
It's hers yours mine
The passage of time
Will erase the words
But the tune
stays the same
It's an old game
The players change
But the rules they
Will remain.

The day has just begun
And a little black bird
Says watch out for the sun
It is late afternoon
And a bright little bird
Says watch out for the moon
Day and night I watch and wait
What am I watching for?
In the safety of my room
I lie in limbo
Safe from everything
Except myself.
Where’s that little bird now?
Can’t hear anything from
Under my blanket.

The smell of you
in my nose
That day you flung me
up into the air
and we danced
amongst red roses
I felt weightless then
but heavy now
and the wind disposes
of all those petals
Love me, lot me alot..
Love me, love me not.

There’s a peculiar something
about synchronicity
the more you notice it
the more obvious it becomes
And then you find
yourself musing at
the marvelous nature of life
and how coincidence
does not explain it at all
it's all connected, somehow.
like mushrooms.
All mushrooms are magic.

Silence
To the ear
Is something
I hold dear
Being near you
Is music
And a slowly
Falling tear.

Cobwebs in her mind
She tries to find herself
But she is the fly
In her own web
Caught up by some
Needle and thread
Tread lightly
Says the spider
Or you’ll find
Yourself dead.

Sitting here
Still a little drunk
From last night
Oh you are a sight
For sore eyes
My sweet demise
Where did you come from
And to where do you go
It's an ebb and flow
So easy to be around you
Feeling as I do
I could be superwoman
I could be anyone
Have anything
But all I want is you