Tortured beauty rides
a black hailstone sky
rattles on the window-

Madly tormented
manic swirling storm
refused entry-

Gone insane
whipped up
a dark beautiful frenzy.

to sit down with you, and you, and you
to listen to your heart, to hear your song
this to me is eternal love, where love breaks
- on the shores of a dawn forever new.

Ghoulish spectres move in the shadows
follow into the night and into the day
half nightmare half dreamscape
half real half imagined fear.

frozen crunch spewed from cold open skies
bone meets with outer space
walking earthling through winters bite
a daydream tucked away deep in mind
awash with milky way star shine.

will it be Lobster
or pasta without any sauce

or just plain somewhere in-between.

in twenty four days
a birthday to celebrate

and it is not the number of winters
but the fact of birth, I salute.

I drink the sky
add coffee to rain
quench my thirst
made from dust
sup from a blue glass mug-
made from sand.

When wants have become needs
we will meet within loves sure embrace

I take a sip of peace
addicted I quaff the sea.

unfathomed
infinite
love
the
drug
I
crave

I have quit long time habit
after long time angst

shed the unwanted
got rid of the affliction

addiction to love
overcame the world.

numbers can be beautiful
scary
perplexing

numbers can be poetry

math in creation
wonderful equations
mind opening numbers
all adding up to love.

all those little add on pictures;
flowers, hearts, hands in prayer
I have some idea but many others;
I am of a generation that has no ******
what it is they all mean.

coffee, black
hits its twin
revives deaths
throat
a dead bean
come alive
assimilated
blood
red
rush
coffee, black.

some have their opinion constantly broadcast
almost deafeningly so
but it fades like all opinions with a deathbed rattle.

planted deep in the human heart
love waits for an invitation
an act of the will, if you like
a decision to commit
to go where love will lead
a grain of faith to build on
no matter what may come your way

a deeper love
unfathomable
knocks each day

'your name written in Heaven
a mystery within the pain'.

The wind brings strange whispers across the sea
from a distant shore, lapping on our beach
half song half speech with a deep silence
a deep peace to accept, and no need to question.

love is not a vacuum
love reaches in

a hand to wipe the sweat from your face
a word of encouragement

a poem on your lips
a listening ear

a gift of laughter
to laugh at yourself.

songs heard between heartbeats
words unlocking doors
a venture into the distance
one sunrise, one sunset
a date chiseled in stone
wilted flowers crumbling
a destiny called 'home'.

In a land of thunderous silence
you become a different creature
evolve and change beyond recognition.

you can spread your wings wider
fly so much further

find yourself the other side of all tomorrows
but only if you want to.

we are all born to regurgitate  
destined
what goes in, will come out

Blue has turned to deepest black
speckles of fire too distant to ken
light up other worlds.
Daytime comes for far off planets
while aliens soak up the rays.
A green Sun with yellow dots
sunglasses and sunblock
a dip in a red ocean
maybe write a poem or two.

The dawn chorus is not just for Birds
its for the Ape Man that came down from the trees
walked out the forest
and returned with an axe
carrying a disease called Greed
for which the Forest and Birds had no defence.

apes are still with us
and have not evolved
- to arm themselves
with nuclear missiles.

I have a natural reaction
when faced with someone sneezing and sniffling

A distance between us
the bigger the better

ever increasing distance
stretched mind
scattered petals
along the path
beauty is a journey
a distance to travel
in the blink of an eye.

below all horizons
all horizons meet.
separation is a mirage
all faces hologram.
silence is pregnant
composing songs.
death lives forever
a distant memory.
on the horizon
eternity waits.

Slipped into Sunrise
met with a star
a burning furnace
to light my way

Bird song along the shore
told of whale song from the deeps
set my lips to whistling
in tune with the sea

A distant shadow from below the horizon
played across my mind
you cannot have the light
and not accept the shade.

The watered isle-
a space persons homesick blue

suspended in black
a distant memory evolving

swimming across an ocean
to a distant shore

new friends are waiting
the newness of you.

found profundity in the night
dragged it away with me into the day;
- a distant star hid under my cloak.

the Moon a ship-
gently rides the sea

on the horizon dreams form
allotted their time

black is the colour
as the door opens

a distant star fire
defies the sky.

the distant traveller sings
- from the branches of the sycamore tree

- (wind bourn, tempest flown, gale force)

-an unusual song, not heard before
pierces the air with solitary defiance

-and silence bows down in reverence,
powerless, slayed by its singular beauty.

voices of the dead
mingle with those yet to die

and those yet to be born
no nothing of death

and death stands immovable
unsurpassable

yet first you have to have tasted life
even if only a dividing cell.

There is no flight path overhead
but now and again, due to our remoteness
a multi-million pound piece of genius
fully loaded with death,
screams and roars like a dragon from hell,
a few hundred feet above our heads.

its in the silence where a poet retreats
songs are formed,
plucked from the air so it can seem
struggle and suffering from their art
until a door opens and they sing once more.

you are going to arrive
where countless others
have gone before.

a droned voice
can put you to
daydreaming

so be thankful
for that diatribe
that tortured mind

in the background
of your dreaming
a door to open.

I took the long road round to everything
what's the hurry tattooed on my forehead
but time ticks by all the same
and at certain inexplicable times
I surely must have pulled my finger out
when stars aligned and comets flew past
the road came to a doorway, and I walked straight on through
and closed the door behind me.

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

a dot of living colour
waving on the breeze
peeking through the window
is all it takes, sometimes

It can be a dot, spot, blot or blemish
keeps you excluded
a half remembered, long forgotten
something so trivial
to be accepted seems almost
impossible.

I travelled dreamtime
lost to my mind
somewhere out of reach
deep back in the night.

Day arrived a cradle
and I days child
woken to daydream
wandering Summers fare.

The Sun and the Moon
appeared together in the sky
the perfect match.

And the stars hid all day
waiting for night
a dreamers sky.

Part of our love, love
submits to social engineering.

The man with the money has,
all barriers disintegrated.

This is what we have, my  darlings
a poor example.

We are born shackled,
and live a dream of freedom.

Never let it go
your life depends on it.

unzipped climbed out the night
leaving dreams on the pillow
I stalk the day for life
and the dreams you dreamed
look over your shoulder
whispering strange language
dream talk in pictures
dead people alive alternative realities
you jumped back in
a dream of new memories

the building of portals
eight seeds sown

trees growing tall
the quiet glade

a dream of the child
confirmation

you come in and out
the eternal doorway.

you dreamed us awake way before the first dawn
and now your dream dreams of you-
dreams of coming home