gorging on the Universe
in myriad ways
this is poetry

always living in relation
heightened in the depths of solitude

measuring up is self defeating nonsense
so relax, be yourself

blinded by ignorance
yet claiming the opposite
nothing gets remedied

wind reminds 'stay free'
your Sun to shine on everyone

the world goes in circles-
Mankind goes through the cycles

its the time of the Sun
returning warmth
requited trust

holding out for truth
often can be the long game

going around and round comes born natural
don't fight it

the waiting game
weaved into life
waiting, waiting,
waiting, waiting.

what ripples now reaching others shores
have you created, lately?

to listen, be still
to be still seek it out

the silence of the mountain top
gently overtakes your mind

face to face blush
heart rush
a ****** red affair

taking a circuitous route
or plain straight as an arrow

the attraction of colour
Bee's do attest
is natures seduction

I need it to rain-
for the sake of sanity

Vengeance is a sickness
rampantly infecting mind body and soul

dogs have a kennel,
put in their place,
some say

to play the victim
the hard done by
never wins

love will trip you up
(will be no use complaining)

Spirit on the wind
wings of freedom
soaring Sea Eagle.

To simply live live simply
is a place worth finding.

That seaweed smell
seashore salty

elixir of life
served daily.

chained to waiting
until second nature
-fused to your soul

secrets hidden beneath your tongue
can, will, fight for daylight

sow as much as you can
while you still can

the deep longing for the eternal
brand spanking new existence

once a theme is reached
it grows like a seed.

darkness explored is darkness disarmed
even with one candle flame

came to the well but the well was bone dry

"to be judged by every word that leaves our lips"

a wonderous thing
'this eternity'
part finite years
'seemingly real'

chaotic
                                                            disj­ointed
                 scatter brained
                                                         ­                    undisciplined
        airhead
                                              all these
and more

only love makes any sense
in a world of senselessness

from rocks came flesh and blood
and flesh to dust

wiggle waggle of tongues
hidden serpents
about ready
to strike

with weight of words
and a light touch
freedom flourishes

a surgical incision, a surgical strike
intimate knowledge bordering mystical

clicks, quarks
blips and quips
three score years
and ten.

*** is clinical
i never wanted to be a doctor

dreamed of the forbidden fruit
once we had gorged ourselves

the bells of doom
live deep in the mind
permanently

a shadow cast day
all things brought into the light

Jet black as space between stars
deep as the sea.

She sits with stars
more beautiful still;
outshining the Sun.

beginning with a breath
ending with an exhale
life is short

some need to be long
mine? Oh no! not mine!

generational songs
short fashion fads

we dance and
are gone.

long legs, a smile to die for,
often, sells poetry