nudged along the way
a pathway opens

travellers Universe
universal kindness

sign in any language
a way to travel

a fire in the dark
while the Sun is sleeping

upside down is for Bats
and children
gymnasts too

I have lived the upside down years
straightened up
walked out my childhood

never was a gymnast
never bit by a Vampire
but there is still a first time,

for anything.

I rode the tsunami gushing phallus
and swam for my life, like all the others,
the strongest swimmer would win, in competition, for the gold medal, the golden egg waiting my burrowing head,
and I made it and got a thirst for first place. My animal self.
A survivor. A fish with legs.

Succumbing to inevitable decay
here for less than a moment

we sing our songs
and are gone.

Summer has flung wide her gates
and we entered gently without fanfare
to sit bathed in a warming Sun like sand lizards
half asleep with a permanent siesta in our minds
nothing will disturb us claimed as we are by the season
the long drawn out flowering of lovers ****** into the light
where the ever blackness of winter passed with a flick of its tail
disappearing having succumbed to the inevitable turning of the world.

its your pulse
a rhythm you drum on the air
vibrates my heart, a fluttering bird
set free to love and love again
its your pulse
a rhythm on the page.

the fly that kept bugging me yesterday
yes I know it only came natural

must have died last night
alone

Gone now to a life beyond death
whatever that may entail

a fly heaven?
who knows.

Bare feet is my natural daily state
(summer or winter)
so naturally I am always fascinated
by someone else's take on footwear.

A forbidden path, one of the sweetest
between your teeth and on your tongue
a taste of the freedom of disobedience
but still the chains of your captor jangle
way back, the back of your heart and mind
someone else's voice of command sounds
-out a warning and a curse on your life
a life lived on the path, your path of love
you took against all the odds stacked high.

all these thoughts of anger and hate
I suffer with you all
who wants to feel this way?

my only balm is if I imagine us all
meeting in an eternity
and that eternity a forever place of love.

behind each smile
a fortress mind

somewhere private
my dear heart.

weaponised words have their space
but they bleed into places other

what makes for a peacemaker?
to soothe the tyrants brow?

some words universal seep
deep into troubled waters

so let my words forever be
a fortress against all oppression.

one fragile hand
to reach in
and change the course of some ones history
thereby change all history

riding the spiral
Blue with white fluffy cloud

a fragile sphere
in the vast black ocean of space

spinning within the web
of galactic music

silence waits
head bowed in prayer.

If I had wings
I would not fly:
I sure would preen.

annihilation
fear
death

mans worst nightmare
is to be
no more.

deafening rhetoric
the shouting kind

the weakest speech
a frail voice

where all sounds
are gaps within silence

from whence we came
to where we are going.

Where every breath is a freebee
each exhale a potential storm
every heartbeat long for love
we meet within the circle of the Sun.

there is lightness to love

a laughter

its a state of belonging

a freedom

the easy movement through life

a journey.

The slow fade of days into months and years
faces kind, familiar, stranger becoming friend
deep silence of eye meeting eye, love, love
love fires up out the seeming nothingness
nothingness of a life so short it seems so
so real to just love, to love, and die to love
into the slow fade of the forgetting of self
a freedom comes, a freedom stays, eternal.

slipped through fingers
arms to hold you
escaped from emotions
A Freedom hard won
All -a -sudden
life starts living
Way beyond imagination

bitterness leaves a stale taste
a wont of retribution

whereas a freely given dance
to a freely given song

is a poets choice
of redemption.

We bleed in union with all creatures
our hearts beat a finite song

Will we leave goodness in our wake?
a little love freely given?

All Bob had was redemption songs
and I hope this helps to sing them.

constant change is constant life
even decay points this way
needs must to ride providence!

stretched horizon
unending road

choices, choices
a free will.

born from dust
finite stars

unearthed treasure
reburied.

The truth is the real freedom from yourself
admitting you were no saint, for sure
you only paid lip service to your folks
and that only because of the threat of punishment
carrying this over to how you dealt with God
- the eternal on the lookout for your sins punishing all seeing all knowing God
- your growth was stymied for sure
- and it took a good long hard look into the hellish depths of your soul
for you to accept your great need of grace and a fresh start at love.

morbid has its place
but personally no-
I would not characterise
-my efforts thus-
others may.

does second or even fourth rate words
make any difference whatsoever

in the secret chambers of Man
sits perplexed persons

and who knows what to whom
a few strings put together will help

in the great scheme of things a frog leaps
but he doesn't know where he will land

its an act of faith
written in his heart

High plains drifters, after Clint Eastwood
except these high plains reside in the mind
imagination and experience melding into one
the storytellers art around ancestral fires
as the dancing feet through history meet
the dust kicking up out the mother Earth
the drums of Man imitating heartbeats-
heard across the high plains drifters path.

festival experience
a deep deep change

a connection reconnected
with deepest self

an undeniable shift
undeniable change

once experienced
life is set free

comes a time when all younger women you view as sisters
your sexuality transformed into a long lasting family love
something that comes after many lessons, for a man
when all vanity, self seeking, and delusion has left the searching soul.

one mans stink
is another mans elixir

Voices of the shore
the daily gatherings
roosting fisher birds
fresh from the seas
echo across the field
the green field
cattle will tread
when set loose
from a winters sheltering
the big shed
the roof a summers
fixing after the darkened rage.

..... and maybe an alien will find a particle of my fossilised bone come down in a shower of meteorites on their planet ....extract my DNA and regrow me in their lab.... and I could become their pet.

I ride the silence
content

I saw you dancing across the sky
legs up and arms wide
stomping through stars
twirling around the Moon
Having the time of your life

Moonshine and Bat flight
White Ghost Owl
Death Head Moth
******'s and Vampires
Blood Suckers Hikey Bites
A Full Moon Night.

skipped along singing
came upon a bird, dead

what is this thing
death?

in the path of a child

death is not for the child
my child

keep skipping
keep singing

the day slips me on
as I slip into it
racing against the clock
athlete in all but body
and time trials
I shamble past the starting line

wriggling into the world
helpless
so much wants you dead

and you..... oblivious
creature
survived against odds

So many seeds sown
offspring
the numbers game works out

Burst of blood red cheeks
love walked shyly
hand in hand
a game of courting
mind bending sweet torture

showered
by
your
presence

agape
my
honest
response

My throat drinks in life
with mouth agape
I worship your love.

Beneath some smiles the teeth of a predator hide
and some kisses down through history have been the sign of betrayal
some lips set loose a song to lift spirits and many lips are shut tight
the mouth can be a black cavern devouring everything that comes too close, and the mouth can be agape with astonishment, and love.

visor down and the whole wide world sits outside

waiting

a peek through the broken blinds

and the whole wide world can see me looking

keep going
keep going
forever
anyone tries to deny you
Show them the crucifix
and remind them
God was there before them
whether you conformed
or not
they it is who should take their shoes off
they it is who are entering holy ground

to have taken the solitary road
in order to be fulfilled -
is a hard sell-
so I do not bother trying.
I guess maybe you have to be born to it
-delivered from a perfect set of circumstances
that really left no other option-
and a gate swung wide open.

age is your right, you have every right to be the age you have reached
be it three years or ninety three years
entitled to smear chocolate everywhere, or to take things slow
and if you are taking things slow its a good bet you have lived the chocolate smeared everywhere years.
The older you get in theory the more you understand the young
its one of the great secrets of getting old, you have to get old to know it, and be humble enough to have patience, and that also comes with experience, if you have practised it.

spurt release
fountain

age yes age
horrifies

takes time
age of age

to relax
yes relax