The weather on the tv down these parts nearly always puts a cloud over my small island home. So far away , they just make a guess at it, im sure.
We have our own weather system, the islands where I live, and to rely on the tv weather forecast is a complete waste of time. Maybe I could write and complain, but then again, that little cloud reminds me of the spirit world, The Cloud Of Unknowing, a much loved ancient on the contemplative life.;)

want to see a smile
then give one away

Jumping into this moment



without premeditation


I finally give out-

You were given your date of birth
and live completely ignorant as to your date of death
there's something rather poetic in such a mysterious tragedy as this

we wait, hunkered down
gales and snow
here in the North
to arrive tonight.

one hundred mile an hour winds
due say the weather diviners
all will be lost that's not tied down
phone internet ferries
"Bring it on" I say bravely while its still calm
and wait fragile as a feather

imagination, imaging the dream
I'm ag in a nation all in the mind
time is relative, a Snail or Cheetah
both win their respective 100metres.

All my choices are mine
until I choose
something else

****** many times
my indolence
so they said
choking themselves

ease some suffering
especially the pain you are perchance causing

sing me to sleep my loves

but make it happy

Love cannot contain itself
overflows
gives itself wholly
never tires.

Complicated I do not do
I left all that behind.

Stolen words
are wielded but by Moths
and cankerous maggots.

strawberry lips

taste of strawberry

strawberry tongue

tattooed pimpled licks

nature casts her beauteous manifold spells-
and Man becomes awestruck

its the unspoken
unseen
invisible
shared reality manifestation
confounding contradiction.

stick a smiley on it
and everyone understands
that language :)

Bad Gateway
On Repeat
Reel to Reel
No way out!

a bird sings for life
never depressed
oblivious to death

acquaintance with suffering
can soon turn into your best friend

rejection is just a sign pointing to an open door.

acclimatising, singing of the climate
and effort to unite wholeheartedly.

You have no need of escape
when you already have.

have a little heart, my dear
and change the world

Hidden intentions keep on rising.
Unintended consequences to grapple with.

kinks in the rhyme
a dogleg song
keeps me howling

Fair, blue eyes
broken body
growing soul
happy poet
solitude.

disentangled, debriefed,
the daily onslaught
educated on freedom
how to give it and receive

its easy they said
do as I do
just relax

saved from ourselves
set free

crowned with love
in aerturnum

a day and a night
such is this short life.

the mountain will still be
when I be bone dust

affinity with Crows
their speech, their caw
knitted families, loyal

you come back pockets full
spilling them across the page

confirmed path
-way of being
living fully-
sharing
-the solitary

21st century and counting
counting up
while we count down

a kiss can heal
some kisses are cursed
ask Judas

once a kiss has left your lips
it travels eternally

much said yet again
easily distracted
too innocent
too guilty

Born of meteor, furnace flame
droplet of iced other worlds.

a short span and not guaranteed
but longer than some

tripped over my lip
youthful forked tongue
dying of shame

a cold heart
a closed door.
darkness.

a candle flame.

A living ,eternal alleluia
riding cadence
the way of thanksgiving

jumped right on in
all chips down
every dream, dreamed

'times up'
follows you around

-all the way
back home.

have been waiting a thousand lifetimes
-lived a thousand more

lost but undeterred
thinking on your feet
you carry on

scooting along at breakneck speed
cradled within the all seeing