your think you have the keys to imagination
a turn it on turn it off ability
a choice of where and when

but all your imagination is already imagined
and you are granted access when 'imagine'
like a spell cast, is good and ready

having gone through birth and deaths door
handed a map to travel through the stars
a packed lunch and water bottle
fare ye well's, goodbyes and good lucks

trough at the very bottom
sticky miry mud

glacial cold slippery red
-blue-mixed-blood

swaying with muscle spasm's
fresh eggs thrown in the air

a twist of fate
cheese omelette

crumpled skin
paper thin

aged timeworn elastic
holding everything in

thoughts are seen
fleshed and *****

shared
evolved

stashed deep
in layered time

a tiny Gnat bite
stone in your shoe
pimple on the end of your nose
rain down the back of your neck
stubbing your big toe, again
an endless list.....
till the end of your days

I have passed by on the otherside of the road
watching death sweep across the world
I could have sent relief, I could have stooped down
and entered by the narrow gate
But mercy was hidden deep in my heart
I clutched at it, refusing to spread the love.

being fully attuned
standing at the cusp
teetering on the forever

you make your prayer
and seize the day

come rain or shine
better or worse

-wedding vows
for the singlet poets

endings follow, wordless hunters
-of time and tomorrow

a silent assassin hides in shadows
quiet as forever

'this is the end' The Doors'
poets with music sings

A forgotten past
'forged deep into all futures'

Victim of fashion,
we all fall into her womanhood

poets and lyrics
woman and man

we mine till
we are gone.

vapors in the sky
missiles flown in anger

there are madmen out there
who like to have their presence known

who have a twisted great need
to be of some worldwide strongman relevance

why settle for being a robot
when a little effort
will take you on a wonderous journey

finding patterns
solid math

finding dreams
imaginative journey

finding the new
was always there

all things for love

all things

conquered

death
taken
prisoner

fiddling a thought of poetry
juggling life with two hands

one hand knows what it is doing
the other has no clue

the deepest sigh
deepest prayer

to be gone from here?
rather, to be home at last.

green is easy on the eye
been seeing it since the beginning

blue is a wonder
does strange alchemy to the mind

red is a painting
ochre fingers

white is a veil
too bright to see through

serpent wrapped in and around a skull
tattooed way back in the seventies

now a reminder of what went wrong
in the paradise of the garden of Eden

into the groove
keyboard and needle

crackly scratchy sounds
a voice in the distance

an ancient symphony
of river and jungle

Eve offers Adam
knowledge of good and evil.

a little spattering of rain
soft, gentle, sings to your soul

your dust will be consumed back into the dust from whence it came
your clay face will exist no more along with all your bits and bobs
Ah! but your spirit? now that will return from whence it came.

we sing together in spaces
seemingly apart

but that is an illusion,
beats our hearts

the chattering of birds
otherside of the window

all individual blessings
grouped flock, a choir

their songs are complex
knitting together their hearts

mine is invited to listen
be amazed and thankful

there is a feast all are invited to
but many have not heard
many more make their excuses and decline

I fall into all cracks
tripped by my own tongue
left begging at the door

I crawl away empty
into sleeps cocoon
to wake, offering my all

electric thoughts
hidden neon lights

plugged into the main frame
a universal song

a fire dance
beating of drums

harvest sown
harvest reaped.

the shore halts the sea
-tame's her tides

even the wildest wind
-out blows itself

thus far and no further
-faith, this side of the grave

rolling with the punches
the smiling deceits

a mouth wide open
the gates of hell

too much chatter
a blindness of tongue

ears to hear
-the two of them agree

I will be spared 'a break up'
also being 'murdered by a spouse'

singleton's unite
in these two truths.

uncountable layers
pages to turn

there are more insects than Humans
on a planet called Earth

how far that will get you
maybe half a page or so

facts into imagination
the revealing of truth

ground down to particles
a shout for faith

freely bestowed
-I believe

In the Man-God
called Jesus

melody sings her own song
tuned in I can hear

-something of her beauty
a little of her song

I follow her everywhere
-even in my dreams

and silence, my part
I give all to her.

barking up the wrong tree
no-one there
not even a monkey

'do good to those who hate you'
Jesu

point them to a different tree
one with juicy fruit
and Bees making honey

toes in the sand
salt bath
ancestors walkway
hardened
a child and mother
passed by
toes in the sand
salt bath.

missed opportunities
forgotten roads

heaped choices
made and travelled

recourse to the map
some wrong turns

the engine running full throttle
all the way to an empty gas tank
a final silent rolling of the wheels

dream weaver
weaving in space and time

weaving subconscious
out of sight

descending, ascending
resting awhile

sustenance, re-energised
travel on

mountainous switchbacks
seemingly lost

through cloud and mist
suddenly sunshine.

limping is better than nothing
trying better than not

this dusty road
full of potholes and stones

upgrade or get left behind
got you by the *****
even if you haven't any.

timing is different from time
therein is a mystery deep

it lives on a celestial plane
out of reach for normality

to eat at its mystical feast
you have to be invited

frenetic seagulls
- displace the sky

mob of mayhem
- back home from fishing the sea

songs claiming 'victory'
songs overwhelming the peace.

preyed upon
judged
sentenced

folks without guns
babes in arms
male and female

made sport of
dehumanised
considered inferior

sometimes you are held in place
nowhere to go

but great things are happening
despite your predicament

all your ways are known
all ways of all folk

you have to acccept
your eyesight is very limited.

all lucked-out
busted-flush

a grey dawn
eats the sunrise

a flat-tyre
no-spare

untying deep memories
tracing pain to its source

a lifetimes healing
a lifetimes work

joined deeper than thoughts
the spirit moves unseen

all captured by love
the invisible truth

fish caught in a net
full to overflowing

thoughts to ever round up
corral the imagination

let words stream to the page
oceans of freedom

the winged songster
a horse with no name

in the darkling hours
songs of light and shadows

the guttering candles
uncountable flames

dancing shards
blackness deep