Full moon
on the west side
while sun rises
on the east
sights such as these
bring me to my knees
to be blessed
by such a feast

Full moon
frosted grass
silence

time
stopped

then dawn
and birdsong

got a rather large
rabbit
hopping round my garden
without even
a beg your pardon

i dreamed of winning you
with my charms
i dreamed of lying
in your arms
i dreamed of how
our lives might be
but dreams are not dreams
when they become
reality

if you turn the world
upside down
you will see
a carpet of stars

sometimes
thinking about doing something
can be almost
as tiring
as
doing it
;o)

it's round and round and round i go
where will i end up?
that i don't know
i just suppose to suppose i suppose....
it's round and round and round i go

As I plunge the blade towards her heart
She wraps her arms around me
I wrestle her off to plunge again
she clings on tight, fights on in vain
We feint and parry though she stands in one spot
For she is a rose rambler and pruning my lot

he visits emotions a tourist sampling foreign dishes
savouring this one neglecting another
not returning to ones that don't fit his wishes

returns to his life of no end and no start
then looks forward not back
without content
heart

at 55
i can feel
the
process
of
people withdrawing
children distance
acquaintances die
no longer
a person
more than 1/2 way to a corpse

skin
shrinks back
sunken
skeletal like
skull
shows thro
pink
flesh
exposed
by
sparse hair
woolen
underwear clings
to wreched
skin
shrunken back
sparse hair
clings
to
black
clothes

this desire to consume you
to disolve your very blood cells into mine
we become
temporary
come
become
separate
cells
divide
subside
solidi­fy
sigh
sublime
sweat
slides

i'm dying and i know it
don't have the time to talk
however here i am
instead of going for that walk    
the trees blow in the wind
it sighs thro leaves of gold
i wish i had the strength to stay
too sad too tired too old

flowers faded
petals torn
pattern on
my carpet worn
dusty tread
frayed thread
i'll buy a new one
instead

she stands on the brink
looking down
why does she bother
with this clown
she treats her badly
ignores her pleas
laughs at the sight
of her on her knees
over she goes tumbling down
victim to this awful clown
herself

time  
when your 5 it has no meaning
by 7 it means mealtimesbedtimesplaytimes   school

16 it seems to stretch again
but not like that of aged 5
just endless waits to be 18  
there is too much you haven't seen

18 not nearly old enough so much to get so much to do
you think that time always waits  for you    
                                                                                                                                
then 28 starts to feel a litle late you've realize the mistake
time doesn't go on it has a break

35 are you alive?  
life swallowed up in others lives...

ah 55!
time to "revive" go on and on till all days ends
and 'time" has gone around the bend
without
you

how many bends in all the rivers
how many clouds to fill the sky
idle questions answered never
why do i ask them
know not i

I'd like a re wind of my life
at a slower pace
where nothing causes any strife
and i turn up the ace
no bumpy road
no sad mistakes
life is all twinnings and
cupcakes
this is my dream
a silly one
no wonder im flat
on my ***

in gold leaf litter
electric blue wrens

black birds sing
day
ends

i cannot tell the differance between what heals me
and what hurts
am i
moving forward or
making a mistake

is it
infinity given
or merely
me being
self riven

how does it come to this after everything we've been
so many things i thought i knew
now realize
just seen

this is my garden at it's best
when golden elm
her leaves
divest

breeze
ruched
pale
gold
water
revealed
by
rising
moon


which
is
­lovelier

the brilliant hues
of autumn
dripping
from
the trees

piling up
around
their trunks
almost
to
my knees


scarlet red
and
russet brown
form
deep
puddles
on the ground

gold
medallions
from the elm
worth more than
coins of the realm

detached
and
disenchanted
we dance
at  chasms edge

i look for ladder bridges

you
gaze up at
the stars

does
the
butterfly
remember
the
caterpillar

we dance
in primitive
ingrained
patterns
persistent
repetitious
mating
ritual­s

the sun pours liquid gold
honey flows through the window
motes ripple
and swim in the stream

cold wind slants rain
in from an iron sky

ocean ***** churns throwing pebbles on the beach

constellations

frozen
yet
moving

under
you
i
am
crushed

your
fires
flare

i
see
them
not

setting
sun
on
wet
pavement

sheets
of
molten
gold

vapour rises
curls
around my feet

the
thought

of
you

passes

across
my tongue

like

the
taste of
bitter coffee

if
love

is
subject

to
too much
friction

will it
wear
out

as
even
the sturdiest
of
fabrics
do?

infinity

supreme
ironist

i thought

offered me
no answers

merely
hollow
laughter

then
i realized

i was not
asking the
right
questions

and impatience ruled me

there are answers
given
if
you are open

and empty of self?
  
sometimes i wait
like a vessel
on the beach

the tide washes in

sometimes
                            
when i look up
at
the sky

it
has a depth
an
inwardness

that makes
me

feel as
if

im              
    falling
in  to
it

i wish
i could
just grab you

come and take you by the hand

run off to
a
beach
somewhere

trail toes
through pristine sand

waves
the only sound i hear
filling up
my
head

upon days end
the
perfect close

sunset
beach
pillow
bed

they are
your
loves

your
infinite
loves

those first
fallen into
young loves

mine
comes
so late

a torn
old
love

dirt
real

but
still

star kissed

words
strewn
around the room

scattered across
the
floor

little
piles
of
heartfelt

i
dont
want
no more

lost
un    finished
poems

willfully
destroyed
poems

just
too
******* personal
poems

sweep them
out the door

a
mish
mash
of
absolute trash
my
poems
or
any
thing
that
gives me pause

what does the sea know
what does the sky know

eternal indifferance to all they know

what do you know
what do i know

nothing of what they know

well you've done it again
made me feel like ****

is that a natural talent or did you practice  
                                                      ­                           (oh how you've practiced)
you
with your attitude to women
cos they didn't turn out the soft centred
                                                         sweets your so addicted to

so tired  of these power games     (is that what they are....?)

you go away then ph when i'm at work      (you knew that)
then do the same thing AGAIN the next day...!!?

"between you not being home
and the computer"......

?????????

untrue
i've stayed offline
most of the time

in case you phoned..... "sigh"

i knew you would
do what you did
didn't

what is that

i see what you do
it is so clear

holding close
what you hold dear

you pay your way
perform your tricks

protect yourself from
the cold hard nix                                          http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/nix

God it's raining end of summer!

dreary days
    
the garden not worth longing gaze

dull
grey
wet

maybe i should get a pet?

autumn
leaves

and winter comes

should i get out the wellingtons

she's putting the last of her juice
on the page

he's treating the world
as if it's his stage

both telling the other to
                                               go

act your age

their lives not a play
but a buried one page

that tone of voice you have
you know the one?

the thin sharp edge of amusement threaded through the wide band of self satisfaction
as you tell me
how you've never felt better
and a visit would have been nice
for ***
on sunday

but never mind
you say
i got a lot done

never believe the promises made
by an addict in the cold 
                                  light
                                  of
                                  dawn

for when midnight
                                falls
and the sirens song sounds

those
promises
cannot
be
heard

different paths we tread
pull us apart
too far
for common ground

sometimes

the gulf between us
yawns so wide
i feel
we cannot touch

sometimes

different speeds we travel
to get to the same place
seems to take us
in opposite directions

sometimes

when i hear your voice
or see your face
all pain recedes and
nothing matters

to be in love
is
as big a deal
as

the ocean is wide and
the sky is
deep

it takes me
to
the
moon

makes
me
mellow

sometimes it's  extraordinary

often
very
ordinary

why do you love me better after you've made me cry

i become supplicant and your love swells
you become sweet again      
tender

loving concern pours forth as i lie
spent
on the floor
exhausted

is it exacted punishment on all women?
she who sent you to that place of inhumanity?
that destroyer of boys
men
and ultimately
women

will that ever change

gold medallions
spread over the lawn

a lace tablecloth
fit for faerie queen