See how the wind loves me
it caresses my face with gentle fingers
lifting and playing with my hair
whispering sweet poetry in my ears

The earth too loves me
calling me to come down
and embrace in final ecstasy
but not today
I turn and walk away

living and dying
what a strange combination
of commonplace
and extraordinary

all the colours of autumn
unfolded like a carpet
rolling away to the horizan
horses grazing
in far away meadows
clouds moving
like mountains across the sky

i did have
a man i didn't know
came up behind talking of queensland
and riding the surf in cyclones drunk
he looked wasted
he was beautiful and so ******* scary weird
it was surreal
yeah it was frightening
he was not though in retro
i was thinking within gates
he was ok
blessed
and benign
gentle
and not quite there
childlike and on the loose
although he was happy striding into the waves
wet jeans and laughing
and who can diss that
under the moon and stars

one of the sad aspects of my parents relationship is
they constantly disagree
on things they should let go
as long as i can remember
they've done that
only now they're almost dead
are they at peace

ceilings are what we are
nothing more we kid ourselves
you know that despite what you write
which is to yourself anyway
altho you don't listen

so you finally get to have her
on her deathbed
how perfect
would you ****** as much
over me
on mine
of course not
that's too real
you'd run away
as you already have

grey dawn
the mysteries of morning
shot with rays from the rising sun
white crested waves break
and foam on the shore
strength gone
they recede
lone sandcastle slumps

i'm pushing myself
into that space
the one between
death and re construction
wafer thin
razor sharp
all done in

we spend our lives
standing still
and even the dead
stay dead

disarray
has more in it
than perfection

i hunt myself
and eviserated
bleed words onto the page

on the horizon
moon silvered clouds
float across the surface of the sea
like wind blown veils
at home
the silence orchestral

got the first wasp inside tonight
from the firewood
moths fluttering death in brown velvet at moonlit windows
later greet the dawn with condensation

Love is not
the burning storm
it once was
a light
flickering
in the distance
extinguished by
times indifference
only
beyond lies
the chance
of quiet space

full moon glowers
through a vent in the storm
fickle sleep comes
and goes as she pleases
we rise
to a bruised and bleeding dawn
both victim
to the black cloud

Yehudi menuin
playing loud in the background
your leaving home
my darling
20 and 12
all at once
he had you
I've had him
we roll on

death has no beauty
it is null and void
vacant
as is life
life is ugly actually
death is void
there is a beauty in non existance maybe
or no awareness of it
like a tree?
maybe
who knows if a tree is aware
or animals
well they are but
maybe not fraught
wondering the importance of existance
or non
do u ever wonder
if they do
i do
often
wonder
whenever i see documentries

plaster has fallen away
from fronts of buildings
laid bare
the brickwork underneath
like skeleton without flesh
jawbone & bared teeth
where cheek has been ripped away
death visits
and takes tea

too stretched ribbons
we are
a tape unravelled and
all out of shape
played backwards
we hold a differant message

Once apon a time
i thought i loved you
now im not so sure
was it love that kept me faithful
or desire
to be
safe...

I feel I am a faithless lover
for I have strayed
not to another
but further than either imagined I would
from you

we dice
and hold the upper hand
with fortunes won hard but
life is a dog and we are curs
with fates befit a mutt

skin
a sheen of sweat
cries ring out
sheets
all tangled agony
***** foetid air
contract
cryout
subside
a birthing
no pink and downy babe is this
a mucus clot
a jellied mass
a river of blood and tears
a termination
of what wasn't quite
a tractor passes feeding out
calves for the slaughter
the sun shines
birds sing
all oblivious of anything
a death and life goes on

i know i havent written for so long
and also that this explanation isn't neccessary
i know instinctively you understand completely without one
that i can just come back and it will be as if i never left
rude friend i can be because
we are we
i've missed you

why give voice
to nonsense words like
normal
average
love
and truth
none
of which
are any use

spear
lodge
lumps of metal
aching

i wrote you a love poem
it came straight from my heart
i wish i hadnt given it
cos now we're at the part
where instead of showing pleasure
or giving me a kiss
you say that it's a good one
might well be a laundry list

I have snow white scented lillies blooming
golden rods within
your fragrance
i imagine
your skin

and as for teaching others
you can only tell them truths
as they occur

was a bit hot in somerset today
i sweat
cool breeze off the beach
into the shop
it rains
flowers bloom
men sigh
i cry

red pulses
heartbeat
where have i been
you
in my veins surge
on re discovering
no hope
we lie
dying

I've missed so many poems
time flew while i was gone
come back and look at what is here
where do i begin
i want to answer comments
reply to all the poems
tell the folks ive missed you all
and thanks for hanging in
despite me going missing
without much of a word
you've stayed and let me know
my absence not absurd
so thank you all for staying
and reading what i've wrote
i hope you understand i care
just by this little note

the world removed
a childs world
idyllically drifting with the wind
sloughing off dreary earthbound millstones
free and rising with intense delight

i
dont
want
to
go
now

god we're a pair of ****** up kids
ugly yet so beautiful
why are we here
old while so young
we will live forever

been a bit
frozen
speechless
paralysed
couldn't see myself
in my own eyes
where did i go

do me a favour
while im here
keep your crush
tucked in your pants
if you want this thing
to go forward
not end
in the same old dance

old lover holds my heart
with casual hands
sometimes tossed
often fumbled
a hacky sack
kicked into a corner

visions
not auspicious
just ordinary
everyday
life
death
lessons
learnt
in retro
seeing
doesn't make
believing

visions...
are they that?
or is it your brain
teaching you what it's learned
while you weren't looking

internal
eternal
eternal
internal
never
ending
struggle

unless alone
i am a goldfish in a bowl
everyone else
bumps up against the glass

birds in flight
crystals falling
breathless silence frozen
sun explodes
dazzling light
wings shatter imploding

computers gone bananas
it's driving me insane
the pages scrolling up and down
then down and up again

replying to the poems
is taking me an age
I click onto the comment box
go to another page....:o(

so if I'm seeming tardy
please do not take offence
it isn't that I'm snubbing you
comps down is my defence

That inexplicable fluttering in the stomach
a feeling in the air almost like held breath
if you keep still and silent
you can almost hear something coming
not music
not voices
but a silent tension that heralds
and i feel if i wait long enough
something exciting is going to happen
to me
any second now
if i can just keep still and quiet enough...
although what i expect to happen at my age
i don't know
it happens at the begining of every summer
and I feel a girl again
full of breathless inexplicable excitment
where you know anything can happen
and will...

coffee grounds
with a dash of
grapefruit
flowing
thro my veins

eyelashes flutter
like butterflies
under my kiss

those unspoken words
that show in the eyes

we can talk about africa
a childhood spent
we can lay things bare
pretend not to care (too much)
we can reminise
leave out main events
give the o'er a kiss
yet get behind pretence
and of course there's Twinnings tea