the womb is dark
a time of sleep
a time of dreams.

fragrance rides the air
flowers seduction

what can a Bee do?
all that colour.

blue skies fade into black
the daystar falls

dreaming is a mystery
made from mystery

black skies fade into blue
the daystar rises.

how many fingers pull the trigger
push the button unleashing death?
too many to be counted
the vociferous background mob?

flourish fountain of youth
the future is yours
make waves with harmony
throw your pebbles
-into the centre of the pond.

tremble is becoming familiar
falling over too

dropping things for some time
ah well could be a lot worse

ageing a kindness
more time given not to everyone.

recognising sounds
putting voices to lips

an angry coutenance
spewing ugly noise

vexatious spirits
best to avoid.

running from pain
hiding from truth

catching you up
confronting denial.

tracing wind through its effects
invisible breath heaving chests
silent spaces filled to the brim

in tune out of tune
ancient fire

poetry

warble garbled
a poets throat
strangled dust

some would have you 'fool'
but thats ok its par for the course

and they are only fooling themselves
poor souls.

mind has wonderful capacity
memory topped up each moment
sifted, ordered,  and stashed.

with lips sewn
confidence grows

a deeper listening
hears the contemplative

moving beyond illusion
of self and surroundings.

many are lost to mischief (children mostly)
but some are the commander-in-chief

an open window to your heart
letters forged in blood

messages in bottles
thrown into the sea
bobbing along waves

confirmation is a big YES!
and it comes in myriad ways!

a silence opens a door
your song reaped from beyond your mind

a pathway is forged
through constant use

a familiar way to travel
on any ordinary day.

doors to understanding swung wide
freedoms words unfold
new depth of mystery

a poet, priest, Blacksmith
forging in the furnace
gates to eternity.

weaved within the light
a day a night a little life
no-one knows you exist
-when you ride solitude
day after day night unto night
a flash a streak a candles light.

joining the dots
following bread crumbs
footsteps on the shore.

openings in the fabric
conveniently placed

stepping stones across the stream
bare feet long to be wet

choices within choices made
buckle up you just might crash

God wants to be your lover
do not doubt it you are already loved.

battles come and go
you get wise through losing many

but each time is leading you somewhere
that 'somewhere'the being you 'now'

a little battered
but not 'dead yet '.

reaching in to reach out
a shared inner life

this journey we undertake
oasis to oasis

when your life is four walls and a garden
practising the stability it affords
- gives you untethered freedom.

a false persona always crumbles
-drained of the energy needed to keep it up

your enemies will provide the evidence of their misdeeds
freely, all by themselves, their lies will haunt them.

it can be a terrible misunderstanding
grabbing the wrong end of the stick
total blindness to our own ignorance

you leave, leaving everyone and everything
not because of hate not because of anything
but because of love, love, real love, everlasting.

love costs you everything
the everything you ever was.

I can skip along the twilight
my mind captured

I can travel forever
but no-one wants to say goodbye

I love the sounds Doves make
we were always friends

I chose a road to escape
-knowing love would be misunderstood

when the ultimate goal is love
love along the way is inevitable.

whizzing through space
around and around dizzying pace

held in place rooted in
earth feet

star mind moon mild
deep dreaming down time.

White skin shorn
naked calves

Sun caressed
freed bare feet.

rewilding Mankinds greed bereft places
every tiny effort counts
a Bug Hotel,
a planted seedling
grass left to do its thing.

I have never seen a dead Swan
-except on the stage
Swans must have a very special place they go to
-when their time approaches.

the season of flowers
Bumblebees
Butterflies
Sunshine
Birdsong
All holding hands
Poetry.

gnawing on old bones
the marrow long dried up

memory lane can be never ending rail tracks
leading to oblivion

a starved hatred will eventually die
out of boredom and banality

lit up by the Daystar
eyes searching
for the source of sounds you hear

the Sun touches your skin
a gentle reminder
there is always a bigger picture

you taste the fruits of labour
often someone elses efforts
giving thanks for providence

the sweet smell of a flower
can transport your mind
to unknown places.

some of your fire you impart unconsciously
- a flame with every smile
the sparks as you travel your path
the heat from your furnace heart
-as you rage against injustice
the warmth from your soul
each time you offer a prayer
-thinking of others.

you never chose your birthday
no-one ever does

except maybe we do.

breaking through the wall
diving down the waterfall.

some wear time on their wrist
others count off the hours looking at a wallclock

our time in eternity is short, here
the timing of events come and go

what really counts each birthday
is a celebration of the fact of birth

segmented illusion
day and night
today tomorrow

yesterday I believed
today may never arrive

yesterdays blood
reeks of death

kneeling at the gate of tomorrow
-the endless day of atonement
when can I enter and see the face of God

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