Flowers dropping from a tree
White glimpses of light
Softly swirling, spinning, spinning
Gently resting on green
Time standing still for a few seconds.

Maybe something was wrong but
For a moment I thought I was dying
I saw the pit, I saw my soul.
The darkest moments

Maybe something was right but
For a moment I thought I was living
My heart pulsed wildly
As you and I laughed together

Maybe something was destined to be
For a moment I believed the future was bright
Sunlight glistening over the house through the windows
As I looked up to the sky

Maybe these are just my thoughts
For moment they tried to convince me that they were real
I get up and start the day
Content and confident that I can have a positive day

Fortitude saved me
From taking the wrong path
The mind takes decisions
It tries its own wrath

But the mind isn't always right
When there is going to be a fight
The body must say
If there is any price to pay

We must listen to our bodies
And sometimes ignore the mind
Listen to our bodies
Listen and be kind

Frozen stem
Frozen jem
Loud crack step
Loud crack prep

Snowy hill
Snowy thrill
Kids on trays
Kids afray

Snow goes away
Sky still grey
Ice starts to form
Ice becomes norm

Genetically glad
Genetically sad
I'm running with momentum over scrag and path
My muscles drag me to the destination

Other's pass by me
Other's I pass
All shapes and sizes
All styles and devices

The view from the top is sublime
Body sore from the climb
The town below think we are mad
Me ...I'm genetically glad

Gimme a piece of tape
So I can stick your mouth and stop you learning to vape

Gimme an EXIT
So I can stop everyone talking about Brexit

Gimme a curse
So I can stop you entering the multiverse

Gimme a reason
So I can be happy this Christmas season

Gimme a heart
So I can stop this world falling apart

Punch me in the face
Throw me out on the street
Give back to God

Slander my name
Sack me from my job
Give back to God

Kick me hard
Bully me at work
Give back to God

Those who give out negativity
Are lost in their proclivity
Turn the other cheek
It's time to be unique

Goodbye 2020
You've given us pain, plenty plenty
Time to forget you even exist
Time for your pain to desist

******* to your cruelty
Now replaced with some congruity
Forget you n' your death
Forget evil 'theft of breath'

Farewell messed up leap year
Farewell year of fear
Twenty one is coming
Vials of vaccine running

You're now history to me
We've done it, set us free
No virus going to stop
The progress of man, man now on top

Thank-you green stream
Thank-you for being so green
Thank-you for being 'glean'
For the watermeal, the wolffia
and the onomatopoeia

Hello Autumn
Hello cold start
Hello huddling cat

Hello red leaves
Hello friendly dog
Hello fog

Hello smell of fires
Hello winter pyres
Hello winter tyres

Hello sun breaking through
Hello winter dew
Oh....hello you

I'm running to Hope farm
I'm running for hope

I pass the naysayers
I pass the negative players

I reach Hope farm
I see your charm

I enter the door
Your light,  the core

I am ampersand
et you are you
My mantra is continuous
To support us through

There is no juncture
No delay, no puncture
No sign of stopping
No sign of dropping

The pressure is high
We can still touch the sky
We can meet the demand
We are ampersand

I am me
I never was your employee

Never was a soccer ball to punch
Never was a joke to make over lunch

The customer is always right
I disagreed with that and never put up a fight

Your wrath was short and sweet
My tenancy left with days to beat

Now I am back to me
I never was your employee

                                                  
                                                            I
                                                     am the eye
                                               I      see every  thing
                                                    ­  Don't you
                                                           see?

Iced leaf
Like a candy peal
Sitting upright
On a frozen morn

Iced pond
Grass caught upright standing still
Blackbirds frantically seek food
Squirrels bury nuts for later

Iced gate
Someone has been here
Opening it
To start the day

Icy fog sets in
People stay in
Walking through a cold wall
Walking to stay warm

Temperature stays low
It's no, no go
Ice rules as King today
No change to the affray

Sun flickers through icy fog
Driving to the forest screen sodden with damp due
Arriving to the sounds of bikes, people and dog

Starting out with cold hands
I take the six mile trip
Like some middle age horse
My breath forms an airy aerosol in front of me

Trail shoe lugs grip in
Legs begin to loosen
As my hands move from cold to luke warm

Bikes and people cross at invisible traffic lights
Smiling runners greet me half way through
My cadence quickens

The gate beckons
I stop to walk
Time to stretch
Time to talk

I know ..
The thoughts you have of the future
I know ..
The lack of clarity and sense of frustration
I know..

That God had some part in this
I know..
That man had made this
I know..

We will come through this
I know..
We will prevail
I know.

I'm not like you
I'm different
Your assumption that I share the same
Is not for you to ascertain

A different island I have come
Different father, different son
Different accent, different view
Different food, different cue

Don't assume I'll take to you
Please don't see this as something blue
You just need to know there is something true
I'm not the same, I'm not like you

I’m OK, you’re OK
That’s how I’m gonna start today
A neutral position to drive through
The brilliant feeling of new me, new you

I’m OK, you are not Ok
This isn’t going to end well
I can tell, you fell

I’m not OK, you are OK
I give in it’s yours to take
Let’s hope your path is not a mistake
Let’s hope my news is truly fake


I’m not OK, you are not OK
The worst position of all
Ok fine I hear you
Let’s end this call

Bright light blesses us this morn
The dew rises on the stems of the grass
Un-expected heat comes to pass

We reflect on the Summer that was meant to be
That most us didn't get to the sea
And most of us didn't feel free

Oh heat beam down and give us solis
Give us strength for the Winter and what may come to stall us
As we pray that the darkness will not want to call us

Indigo Blue was a Comanche through and through
She'd sit near the Grand Canyon tourist spot
And watch the champagne and the helicopters land
White men upon Comanche sand

Alcohol fuels her people now
White man and white money drive the wheel
The land was taken, nothing left to steel
White man rules that's the deal

She smile and drags from her last cigarette
Her mother looks on..starts to fret
She know there's nothing left to do
White man has won, no time for coup

Induced Autumn, induced coma for the world
Tramping on crispy red leaves in Summer
The birds aren't showing up as much now
Something is wrong, something is very wrong

Chestnut trees are dying or trying to survive
Severe cracks in paths and roads
Like earth scars from a violent encounter
Something is wrong, something is very wrong

England's green and pleasant land has become
England ***** brown and unpleasant land from air
People walk their dogs without noticing
Others raise their heads to the sky and ask why?

I pray today..
That you go away

I pray today..
That you let us play

The second wave is here
Let us take our ship and steer
A path away from fear

Spring becomes Summer
Summer leads us into Winter
Results come to us everyday
Everyday we see change

Exams become passes
Passes become leaving home
Sons become men
Daughters become women

Sadness becomes joy
Joy becomes sadness
Greed becomes more greed
Selflessness goes unoticed

The iterations of life
Don't knock on our door
They just happen in the background
Like leaves getting caught in spiders webs

It was our second visit in six years to Ivy cottage
Inside the kitchen I crossed through the bookmarks of time
What will the future be like for the kids?
At the top of the stairs looking down another bookmark
Will our next home look as nice as this?

Those thoughts and wishes have come true
All I can say Ivy is thank-you
Thank-you for your park of 1000 acres
Thank-you for the swallows who chased me
Thank-you for the future that now faces me

I won't react
to your matter of fact
your polarised view
your online cue

I won't react
to your social pact
to the weight of the noise
when you throw out your toys

I will react
to the empathy you show
for being there
when everyone said no

January thru
January blue
Looking out at dull skies
Wishing you'd come to an end

January thru
Winter's true
Drop in mood
Energy subsides

January thru
Spring's crew
Planning to take us all
From the depth's of the darkness

January thru
Slippery cue
To throw us off life's course
Let's end this remorse

Just go to a field
Sit on a bench
And breath...

Just go to a field
Don't take your phone
And stop thinking...

Just go to a field
Take in the grass
Forget about stuff...

Just go to a field
Don't drive there
No need to race...

Just go to a field
The light is there
Smile...

Manny said
by lunchtime she'd be dead

You ignored me at the simming pool when I approached
The desert sun glinted off the flat roof top
Manny was your choice not mine

The call asked for grid details and map locations
I rushed through the tumbleweed to the spot
The spot where it was to happen

A van pulled up
My heart raced
A shot rang out
You fell, I shout

Something is in the water ..
Something is coming towards me..
It's shaped like a Viking ship..
The front end is the S shaped bow..
Like the Loch Ness monster
The rear a flat stern
Catching the wind
Taking it forwards, then port, then starboard
It's magic, it's an S shaped leaf
Caught travelling on a beautiful day

The lighthouse man doesn't want to know anyone
He sits in solitude
Staring at the swirling seas
Wandering up and down the endless stairs

Fingers and thumbs fat with muscles
Salted sweat on skin
Working on the light fixtures
No word he utters

No visitors today
None scheduled for tomorrow
Steam boils off the kettle
More tinned food in fine fettle

Time stands still here
No interruptions
He meditates on his soul
What there is, he controls

No knowledge he shares
Turning on the light
To ward off danger
To ward off strangers from his world

It's like some form of video game
Where my ID is called up, instead of my name
The thing to do with every task
Is to wear a sweaty full face mask

You too have entered the skyrim
You too wear a mask, you're not that dim
We drop suddenly with hands on the floor
Seeking to beat our very last score

This is no type of emulator
But you choose to stick them on a ventilator
Thank God there is some form of medicine
To protect them from the evil of your sin

The next level is here for us to play
The next challenge is vaccination every day
Lets hope this vaccination works
Before the gamestation hits us with more quirks

Listen to the Internet
Listen today
Lots of souls shouting
To get to the afray

You tell us we must take on your word
To diss it would be absurd
It's your new world of thought
It's your new world of fraught

I'll stay here in my hall
If I need you I will call
No need for the Internet
No need for your intercept

where are you?
where are you?
I see you
I see you

hello stranger
hello you
yes I feed you
yes I feed you

little wire feet
little sharp beak
looking straight at me
born to fly
born to be free

Make the call
Sieze the point
Make the call
Ease the joint

Make the call
Take the stand
Make the call
Take my hand

Make the call
Change the rhetoric
Make the call
Move to betterment

The dry day came
The baler the same
Walking behind they magically pop out
We march to the call and gurn to the shout

The lift is swift
And the landing is firm
On the steel trailer bed
Nothing more to be said

Off to the yard
To the pile at the top
We hide our protest
Man, this is hot

I can't see for the dust
The smell of the hay
Makes us lift faster
I'll remember this day

A neat puzzle is made
My energy will fade
Every bale must fit
Every lift, one of grit

The sweat and the heat
This job is not complete
Once more to the field
To gather the yield

Marjorie mulls the passing man and fly
The marriage window has gone by
Her hair lies dank n' grey in sobern grief
Her clothes befit a teenage thief

Rejection is a common theme
Daily survival is the daily dream
She plays with beads and hears the chime
The grandfather clock, true keeper of time

She smiles when asked to play the part
Of successful daughter, mother and heart
But reality bites when she is inept
Losing in life she always accepts

The space between my thoughts is my destination
breathing in..
breathing out..
I'm almost there

I envisage a piston as my lungs
breathing in..
breathing out..
I'm there

La Coste cap, Gucci glasses, Mr Porter white trainers
Snapchat, Whatsapp, Insta
You've been sending me messages
About who you are
You're the I in 'SelfIe'

Charity shoes, bland jeans, non branded gear,
Talking, smiling, laughing
I'm sending you my response
About what I value but you aren't listening

Earpods in, zoned out
You're not even attempting to listen to me
You'll see I'm comfortable about being uncomfortable
You are connected, I'm disconnected
You want more, I want less

Where does your message thread connect with mine?
Which bit or byte do we sync on?
We are both heating up ends of this silicon
But when will we hope to share an emoticon?

Oh mobile you are the one for me
It all started with my Moto Razr V3
If only other could see
The mast on the M4 disguised as a tree

From text to WAP to offnet rendering
More love from you I will be sending
That scratch on the screen I will be mending

Modesty blaze
Modesty haze
Walking towards the next day
Walking to struggle for something to say

Modesty blaze
Modesty graze
My left knee takes a blow
My left hemisphere full of snow

Modesty blaze
Modesty anew
Winter draws in, how time flew
Winter continues, my time to cue

Social distance flouter!
Mask avoider!
Isolation idiot!
Covidiot !

I didn't chose to ride on the bus, I have to
I didn't chose to come near you, the alley is too narrow
I have a lung condition, I can't wear a mask
I can't isolate I have to put food on the table

Your view is part of the balkanisation of the Internet
Listen to me, hear my conversation
Listen to me, be human again

Morning dew, morning sun
Looking out on the morning run
Past 'Byers Keep' ’n' fields of wheat

'Shurlock row', 'Glebe farm'
Watch out little squirrel I mean you no harm
Sound of rubber coming from the tyre
Past the ducks, the stream, field ’n' 'Blantyre'

Beads of sweat on my forehead
I look up and smile
At one with nature, leaving a busy world for a while

Morning fog
Morning slog
Car light bright
Door lock tight

Fog clears
Bike steers
Sun out
More about

Dusk came
Night fame
End of slog
Prepare for fog

Building a nest
Selecting piece by piece
Twig by twig
The foundation for new life

Building a family
New born by new born
From offspring to offsprung
From eyes open to first run

Fleeing the nest
From uni offer to tearful goodbye
From first cycle to mother's cry
The nest is still called home
The nest is still called home

I've been staring into your bungalow from my rear bedroom window for about a month
My house looks down on you
You can't see me
I can see you

Why do you shuffle so?
What are you doing to that woman?
You are pathetic
When did you get so old?

Your hair is gone
Your back is stooped
You've lost your direction
Fool

You've come out to the garden
Your profile looks familiar
That scar on your chin
Wait....no wait
You are me

Running at night
Guided by a torso mounted light
Stepping from the the pavement
Into the darkness

Into the wood
Scanning the forest floor
Looking to avoid the trip
Looking to find the way out

UFO lights turn out to be neon lit dogs
Jumping up steps, jumping over logs
The full moon provides more light
To guide me into sight

Cool air hugs my legs and face
Warm sweat heats my torso
The dark park is silent now
I smile as moisture drips from my brow

Give me your noise
On the Internet, on the airwaves
Give me your chaos
In the house, in the streets

Let's hear the sounds
Of metal grinding against bone
Let's hear you taking it all
Destroying that phone

Staple me to the floor
Do your worst to it all
Be the devil incarnate
Join the foray, join the mall

Tower above us
Show us your rage
Be the worst you can
Rattle that cage

Served up on social media
Like a cold steel blade
Your commercial response to the epidemic
Your binary product placement

Of course we must adhere
And follow the steer
That's the culture of youth
Please look at yourself, seek the truth