Fat caterpillars that come in all different sizes;
As big as a canyon and as small as a needle, but
Eat everything that drinks cold water and has
a respiration cycle;
No matter if you are a strong sturdy tree or a weak dreary house fern
Dying in the living room corner because
The sunlight doesn't reach your browning leaves .
It is never known when you will be swallowed
And have the tips of your arms see the sunshine for their last time.
But don't grow and exist in fear of giant
Sour yellow and grass green bodies eating you alive
Instead aim to live your life on the surface
Of the sun where you might burn before they get you
And let your roots drink from the soil before it's all gone;
Because caterpillars too
Just want to be beautiful

Mustard greens and butter beans and sweet cornbread all around,
And don't forget the crookneck squash, fried a deep and golden brown.

Mounds and mounds of butter, on the corn and on separate plates,
And Jesus’ blessings, our bodies to his service, before we satiates.

Buttermilk biscuits, pull-apart-monkey-rolls and corn muffins too,
And braided bread baked tenderly by Grandmother, just for you.

Country Ham and red-eye, fried chicken and sawmill gravy,
Ready to entice with all things sav’ry.

Sweet Vidalia onions sautéed in bacon fat,
‘Cause Big Daddy always knows, just where it’s at.

We gather together, hand in hand, pressed cheek to cheek in glee,
Our hearts knitted in happiness, we are family!

I remember when I was young and beautiful,
And they were young and beautiful as well,
Each to her own right,
Possessing herself in herself and projecting herself as she thought she was.

Dancing in the light of low bars,
The Xmas lights twinkling blindly,
Only exacerbating the darkness,
Those two souls were trying to escape.

Can you take the dare and look when no one is looking?

Can you hear the shouting of Sheol in the whispers of the Saints?

She told me she was taking the job,
That I had told her to go for,
We knew the inevitable was inevitable,
And we consoled ourselves with the platitudes of promises meant for forever.

Forever never came,
But we still talk, we laugh, we cling to what was, what is,
A spark that flies upward,
Only to settle upon the ember of the bed of coals that makes us.

Sir, nature never had a chance
Against mans avid greed
All she did was natural
In spreading annual seeds
Yet man came along and ***** her
Destroyed what she produced
And it never made the headlines
Was not even local news
The blossoms that she made
That fed the bees and birds
Those blossoms are no more
Because part or natures dead
I speak here now on her behalf
To try to stop the rot
Man has had his bounty
But now it has to stop
Sir think about what nature gives
About the bounty she provides
You must decide your honour
If nature lives or if she dies
Do you really want to see
Concrete blocks instead of trees
Our lovely ground rent by open cast
No more birds to sing for us
Sir the choice is up to you
Tower blocks or a pristine view
Decide sir how it going to be
Oil wells or fresh green trees

Grey forbidding skies, wet dreary
I dream of warm sunshine
Of tropical nights
Your soft body pressed to mine
The sweet taste of your lips
But all I see is rain
I close my eyes, open my mind
You are here beside me
Making love
You are mine
A million stars look down
A lover’s moon above
We care not for anything
As our bodies entwine
I gaze into your eyes
Sensual, satisfied,
The sweet aftermath of love
Relaxed in my arms
Our bodies still joined
One last kiss
We sleep with a smile

A Voice From The past

Nineteen years old, why did I die?
I gave up my life so you could be free
Out of the trench, over the top
Keep marching forward
Don’t think to stop
Into dante's inferno of shot and of shell
Men start to die in that corner of hell
Mother dear mother a pitiful cry
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to die
Only ten yards have been crossed
And the dead lie in rows
More names to be carved
On memorial stones
The machine guns can’t miss us
The range is so short
The reality of modern war
This is not a sport
I continue on into that shot riven hell
A test of my courage a test of my will
A sharp burning pain, its over for me
Another name on the stone
Now just a distant memory
Along with my friends I have given my life
To give you a life
A life that is free

I listen to the sound of the breaking wave, smell the salt tang in the air

I watch the gracefull seagulls ride the thermals way up there

No sound of human voice no strident car alarms

I sit in natures solitude enraptured by her charms

The sea reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold

I will never tire of these things though I grow grey and old

The first gleam of the evening star appears in the ever growing dark

And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey through the night

No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charn

This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquillity and calm