i despise you so
for treating others as
a commodity

coxcomb, popinjay
strutting down the avenue
a pigeon, puffed up

autumn rain
dark brooding clouds
where is she

bright coloured jewels
racing through bulrushes on
cellophane rainbows

When i was a boy
i sailed through a world of dreams
and now i am old
but i still feel that wonder
and the magic of it all
floating in a  miracle
little ship of dreams

deep within the shade
among the leaves and branches
cool comfortable
too lazy to face the heat
lying back and gazing out
the gamelan of rigging
softly tinkling from the docks
filling me with peacefulness
as yachts and sailboats slip past
the entrance to the inlet
and i calmly drift down the
stream of conciousness

delicate pink sky
behind snow covered crags
crescent moon rising

night comes drifting in
spilling over the mountains
filling the valleys

early evening
small shops with windows aglow
brake lights flash across

brewing strong coffee
raspberry jam on the floor
the smell of burnt toast

this lonely Planet
cast out among the stars
my cradle my home

flash, news bulletin!
you know that primal Eden?
we never left it!
and soon, if we do not change,
it will become a carcass!
yes, we need means of commerce,
a clean environment too.
there is one other factor
as important as those two
and that is social justice.
add these three parts together
and you are on the way to
true sustainability
and healing Eden.

it is important
to have all our emotions
and freely visit with them
to know them, to respect them
and to tell them only truth

young man in wheelchair
lets the air out his tires
then begs for money

your moles are signposts
and your freckles are pathways
leading me to bliss

is eternity
ever growing boundlessness
expanding unseen
and what of its inversion
is that exponential too
is it all twisted and warped
tied throughout with cosmic strings
full of many dimensions
or is it unknowable
a schrodinger's cat

if your God asks you
to ****** and to destroy
he is not a god
instead, he is but a man
twisted, thirsting for power
at others expense

sometimes your problems
are so familiar
that you can't see them

your love was so deep
that it flowed under my walls
undercutting them
and causing them to collapse
it's no wonder that i love
fascinating you

i love moussaka
greek salad and rich red wine
shared with my lover

i know you love me
for i can feel your heart beats
from behind your wall

dark green pine trees
dew drops strung on spiderwebs
pale yellow sunrise

above coral lips
venetian blue sadness
your luminous eyes

snow sparkling, drifting
down through the darkened wood
a grouse drums, unseen

mucking out my mind
looking for buried treasure
and making repairs

turning round, she smiled
with awkward flamingo grace
piercing my heart through

i am but a flame
a dim wavering light
in this dark cosmos

when i look at life
in all its complexity
i see a river
making its sinuous way
from the high snowcapped mountains
to the currents, waves and tides
of the eternal ocean
and there to evaporate
rising up in silver clouds
above the towering peaks
to rain and snow upon them
and flow down again

when you are in love
throw down your walls completely
and follow your heart

pretty little bird
flitting around the garden
please don't fly away
there is no other sunshine
on this grey and lonely day
your swiftness and bright colours
they light up my broken heart
that's all that i really need
please stay a little longer
so i can watch, smile and
begin to forget

you lied to me
so very many times
i forgive you
for i can see inside you
and the pain that burns there
horrible wounds incurred
as an innocent child
please understand these truths
i am afraid for you
i am not judging you
i will not desert you
i will always be here
and i love the real you
but i have my rights too
and at this painful time
i need respect and truth
and solitude

all along the fence
small pink roses were blooming
dry oak leaves and twigs
covered the cracked gray asphalt
of the twisted country road
where it turned sharply and passed
the tall narrow old farm house
now covered in blackberries
its broken windows staring
from beneath the thorny veil
front door open and gaping
and the stairs now fallen down
i slowed as i was passing
and thought of all the stories
happy, sad and beautiful
that had been lived within it
this creaking old derelect
now just home to the dry wind
and forgotten dreams