friends and lovers kiss
but snakes also kiss
just ask Jesus.

the world wants war
the world of Man
who is far away from Human
always wants war
always so long its far from home.

slept through many a commotion
many a bomb blast in another country
the death of children sliced and diced
slept through many a future destroyed
blood and guts strewn all over the place.

take it to heart
deeper than eye
deeper than ear
deeper than mind
far deeper than skin

straying far from the fold
lost on some dark dusty road
where your feet are killing you
each step you labour far away

trying times
hot furnace

volcanic breath
fire in the blood

falling apart
falling back together

a unity of pain
deep acceptance

craggy hands
from skinned chicken

will I ever be called 'old timer'
called 'grumpy old man'

the recluse at number 2
is he still alive?

stripped of delusion
stark truth is painfully freeing
or painfully revealing
but truth stands all the same

spreading goodwill
to deflate the hate

joined in the fight
with poetry

a few words scattered
seeds of beauty

seeds of unity
adorning our shared garden

floundering in thunderous waters
made tone deaf to all suffering
Man invairably creates more....
suffering.

aliens have visited Earth
and could not leave quick enough.

hold your tongue
tie it down
let it languish
in silence

joining the fray-
heartbeats adorned

with red-
spilt silence agonies.

being labelled 'mad'
being persecuted
being mocked.......

Jesus has many effects
saying that name out loud
you mostly hear as a cursing

a ritual of blood
a lighted candle

some words to offer
from a beating heart

moving beyond the senses
deep into the heart

a measure of energy
courage for the journey

a little effort, now
for an eternal harvest

gathering with love
unities commandment

dallying in the valley of death
waiting in line for your turn
at a time unexpected your numbers up

Saluting Buttercups scattered along the path
a field of Daisies a tribal meet
the sky cannot be tamed when red hot
but we can still dance and hope for storms to pass
War cries the world of Man while Angels weep

impossible destination
seemingly dreamy

a life worth its living
reminders everywhere

a long journey
made short

the nailed down
come true on Earth.

hand power to someone
without checks and balances?
stripped of checks and balances?

joined up thinking
not a universal gift

giving flesh to bone
a breath of life
to silence.

songs from silence
-shared experience
uniquely unified

used to have yellowed fingers
stinking of nicotine

that drug had me hooked at age fifteen
-all the way to fifty three.

flowers fragile beauty
-adorning grasslands
here today, gone tomorrow
but never ever in vain

treasure uncovered
decision made

a road to travel
into the distance

the horizon reached
with ease

brazen as brazen is
constantly practised
in the sight of all

treading water
a light touch

walking with freedom
unencumbered heart

leaving no footprints
on a sandy beach

how did you get here
this here and now

scant memories
lost to time

love bade me 'come'
walk in the way of love.

the weight of tiredness
squashes the mind

a strap pulled ever tighter
around your brain

resulting fatique, ****** energy
leaving you prostrate

lips have a taste for words
like ice cream licked by your tongue

half a day away  
until tomorrow
becomes today
like yesterday

words to bluff, huff and puff
a wolf who looks alot like granny

but those teeth do not fit
that smile just does not do it

the fairytale wolf a reminder
a hungry grin seeing you as supper

hard skin on well trodden feet
miles of blisters on blisters
all at rest, now, now I travel
-mostly wonderful mindscapes.

you would think me deaf
eyes seeing nothing
my touch rough
your perfume neutral
my taste awful

stitching words from letters
a patchwork of sounds

sounds gleaned from years
years from decades

what is life but a breath
a little heartbeat for love.

the story about love
love changes you
until utterly spent

the way of the solo
catapulted into the very heart
- where the many become one
and one becomes the many

gnawing on conversations past
long gone encounters now ghosts in your mind

ruminating on what could have been, what could be
hoping that Heaven has all their names written in its heart.

choices of your own
or someone elses

your voice
or a puppet

the great wide highway
or the hidden path

brain remembers consequences of pain
burns stay the same except for their depth
how far will you go to escape repetition
to leave forever the never-ending treadmill

trading this for that
a skill a stone

beads for fish
a song for dance

fire for ice
silence for words.

there are many beginnings
already begun

there are no true endings
but a forever now.

the voices of the wind
songs of freedom
elicited from the tongues of birds

other voices from womb to grave
yours a practised silence reaped

the trajectory of years and days
the quiet mind with tongue stilled

the lone mountain top
at the very end of the desert road

silence does what silence is

a door opens

and you enter in.

trading insults written on missiles
can poetry win the day?

can beauty be found
in blood and destruction?

one man walks out
surrounded by the fires of hell.

a shared skeleton
defleshed bone

dinosaur or human
a little bit of both

understanding a little more
the light of learning gleaming

darkness not so dark
path illumined with travellers tales

ancient wisdom in todays world
the page turns, you move on.

looking out to a distant shore
believing in love under wings

never a doubt to cloud the Sun
always onward with destiny

a place to sit a bed to sleep
and stories of the evergreen.