one birds chirrup
can pierce the sky

the skylarks song
for its lovers heart..

I have bled
from boyhood scrapings
and cuts
my blood ****** out regularly
at the vampire station
down at the Doc's
I know the colour red well
running just beneath my outerself
and the blood of Jesus
He took with Him
instead of the blood of sheep and goats.

the red sunflowers need planting out
-from their windowsill perch
to their place of blooming in the garden

To right my wrongs
bring peace to conflict

to forgive and heal
took a man called Jesus

blood brimming with songs
from heartbeat to finger tip

a smudge of words
tearful and ******

an altar to die on
daily offerings

candle and words
a little poetry

with unfathomed hearts
love always waits deeper
down the depths you go
with candle and starlight.

secrets are all known
before they are openly shared

once shared known by all
deep roots of consequence

careful what you utter
more careful over your silence

all your thought is known
before it becomes flesh.

in a card game
someone has the upperhand
but thats not to say
that particular upperhand will win the game

if sanity had the upper hand
how much different our world would be.

jammed well into the day
stuffed into a corner

the weight of the universe
squashing your mind

juices flow sticky and sweet
a poisoned ivy has its place

sour faces appear on the horizon
a Man makes a death threat to millions

getting away with ******, daily
the 21st century par for the course bloodbath.

quiet industry
a little clacking

breath in and out
itch to scratch

temple pulse
hearts echoes

complicated creature
a soothing honesty.

whispered
silent
song
on
lips
where
silence
often
rests.

living unknown
is easy
for
those
who
have found
unknowing
to be
their
truth

kindled heart fire
a burning love
forever shared

unity deeper than thoughts
far deeper than expression
deeper still the bond of love.

silence deeper than the spoken word
the well from which all comes

yellowed jaundiced shrivelled
living with a death mask
sunken eyes deep in sockets
skeletal face skin over bone pulled tight
yellow eyed yellow eyed goodbye, goodbye.

a swept mind
silence kind balm

calmed
peaceful

nature speaks
with song and dance

a rattle and drum
meadow flowers spun

a spider in her web
stealth and skill

the poets tongue
a poets thrum.

when I took that right turn
onto a long unchartered road
I knew not where I was going
but for the first time I was free
knowing love travelled with me
love my undisputed destiny.

when pain turns to gift
gift turns to share
the spirit of Jesus
has broken through.

banishing myriad unpleasantness
a guard on your thoughts
unseeing what you have seen
its all in a day and lifetimes work.

long words can fill up the pages
putting value on silence is personal
waggling tongues curl around voices.

a cloudless blue sky
a temporary dryness

put all your money on red
a liquified sunset

the night is black
black skinned the successful hunter.

deafening rhetoric
the shouting kind

the weakest speech
a frail voice

where all sounds
are gaps within silence

from whence we came
to where we are going.

planetary minds bathed in moonbeams
a creature of dust and complexity-
searching for the blessed life of simplicity
born onto a path of discovery
-with a candles flame, an ignited star
for company.

words have their ghosts
wandering through books
peeking out at the world

-unnamed spirits
forgotten to history
awaiting resolution

centuries can pass
dust gets thicker
light no longer visible

jumping the frog dance
we chirrup like birds
safe in the nest, fed

a deep well ancient waters
feet in ancestors dust
our song is of love.

making a joyful noise
voice raised up, crescendo
riding the air,
a heart fulfilled
a heart set free.

rain pitterpatters the window
unique, its very own song
heralding refreshing drink
rain dance, an end to thirst.

gathering the crumbs
on the margins of life

a quiet place
a quiet mind.

given something to share
some given much more

a couple of fish
some small loaves of bread

to make a noise
pleasant not grating

something beautiful
despite all the uglyness

songs come and songs go
love remains
another song arrives

joining up the dots
memories knock

never ending recordings
demand attention to details

where meaning weaves resurrection
a coming to life of the dead
otherwise it is all pointless
and where pointless lives
its every person for themselves.

curled edged and yellowed
dusty cobwebbed dead flies
ancient story written in blood

personal agendas litter the path
some fulfilled others discarded
many clamouring for the outcome
realising of the hidden conclusion

that Bee makes music from a Butterflies dance
each flight a symphony of Summers kiss
sweet sounds of lovers tryst in meadow flowers wilderness.

glittered sky
a journeyed night

kaleidoscopic eyes
a sparkling sea

end of the rainbow
dreamers, dreaming

through a pane of clear glass
eyes bulging, ears straining
a silent world comes to life

pebbles among boulders
what can a grain of sand do?

crumbling man made structures
the death of a runaway ego.

having arrived
sure you make ripples
and ride the ripples of others

soon the pond settles down
full acceptance-
the flat calm of participation.

a zig zag road
******* in knots

switchbacks
dead ends

a long straight
into the distance

one foot
then another.

limping in the way
small talk poetry

grateful for small mercies
a half song

forever left
unfinished...

streams within streams
rivers within rivers
we all get wet together

cannibalised soon after posting
juicy fruits plucked without hesitation
but to be fair probably unconsciously

its not the number
although that says something

its the journey
strewn with poetry

a road less travelled
teeming with travellers

all those creatures
all that fauna and flora.

chomping at the bit
wild foaming threats
spitting spraying spittle