There's a power inside
everyone.

It cannot be quantified
could this be destructive?
or help us stay alive?

The line between
Mr Pink
and the
Madcap's laughs.

For every gain
there was a loss.

What gain?
a song
called
Arnold Lane.

Smile like an amused infant
                       as
         the crow hops from
                the tree

Death there is no room for you
          close my eyes to see
    
 Wasps and poisonous serpents
       burst upon a blank page
                                                            ­                    
      The sun had licked at it
          yellowing with age

Rip you out and burn you!
       it's better this way

Having faced you so many times
      I'm stepping on a new stage

My old coat
you are the best.

Others come and go
but you have
stood the
test.

I never mended that hole
in your pocket
because it's fun
finding out
what's hiding
in the
lining.

The tyranny of the dull mind.
All’s lost
if you
cannot
be
kind.

The tyranny of the dull mind.
That dark place,
that made
you
blind.

Time went so fast.
I turned around and you were passed.
Without you I wouldn’t have the fight.
Now I have the inner light.

I never met you.
What can I say.
Still think of you every day.

In the darkness of your room.
Banishing all the gloom.
Now there is a light.
You soul has taken flight.

Child kisses the mouth of the shadow dog
Water on her arm “the moon”

Watching the circular ripples expanding

And me, watching her
I glimpsed something
Something I had lost

This is why I’m so touched, by what a child
Can see.

Open up the word book.
What do you see?
Poem’s of the mind in 3d

A stream of consciousness on every page.
It’s your mind I hope to engage.

So put on your imaginary glasses, and have another look.
What stands up inside a poet’s book.