do not denounce as muck the dust on your shoes
for surely all dust is your sibling;
one day you will be laid to rest, and to dust you will return
and dust will be your tomb.

Oh! to wish come true!
to sing as a poet!

but once to soar-
way beyond all!

and to marriage!!
in the depths (of silence)

Often poetry goes underground
pick and shovel kind of deep-

Breaking rock with a sledgehammer

- in the end you light the dynamite
and walk away

angels are aliens
we see this belief time and again
on Christmas cards

a tambourine shakes and beat beats
a tune from the ethereal rises
bare feet stomp in black earth
and bells around ankles chime
we sing slow at first
then a crescendo breaks
up over the dawn
and we fly,

spun into others stories
in various characterisations

fable and factual
a ghostly mind apparition

and yet I go on living
my own best testimonial

I thirst for your touch
and you touch me
intimacy beyond knowledge

cauldron, furnace
nuclear star shine

temperature rising
blood boiled

heated extreme
burnt out

an end game
accelerated death

Spun around all night
like a spiders snack
twirled up in blankets
prey to the night.
The darkness is long
these times spinning
longer toward winter.
And the blankets
will multiply. A nest
and a web all at once
the fading of the light
down the dark tunnel.

free me with your worded wings

and I will be yours forever.

a nest of lovers

high out of sight

nestled in a single-heart

beating a poem

of faith

hope

love.

Gifted another days light
to weave dreams for the night
I will meet you there
betwixt love and regret
where fear worms its way in
to clip the wings of the Dove
filling your ear with lies
Impotent in the end
as all nightmares wane
and die an eternal death.

spangled starlight crackles and pops
supa-nova black holes stars being born
moons and space rock all in each thought
your mind is a wonder of the Universe
a cosmos, an eternal spiral of love.

there was a time for crawling
a time of gurgling
and a time for balance
a time for words
there will be a time of silence
a time for stillness
and an eternal time to be.

When your only light is a screen
make love with love supreme
your offspring will melody sing
a poets birth words within
no less a child created, an eternity.

silence does what silence is

a door opens

and you enter in.

rivulets, thundering now,
into great mystical rivers,
consecrated waters washing-
the sin of generations, away.
A washed face looking back
through clear conscience;
Behold; the new creature.

The Caterpillar is not afraid to seemingly die,
to change out of sight and emerge,
-a new creature

you give your all
set free from open palms

absorbed within the All in All

a new creature
not of this world.

moves afoot, changing of the guard
redeployment of assets
a new dawn, old order swept aside
spring is springing as only spring can.

a door opens
sunrise on Mars
witnessed by robots
standing on the threshold.

Summer waits, flavour on your tongue
in your minds eye all seeing
woven within your skin
light speed of light lights up your heart
a new dawn written within a memory.

When you came to reign
I humbly

gratefully

expired.

a hop, skip
turn around
start again

depth is forged and hammered on the anvil
sometimes your the anvil
sometimes the hammer
leaving you in new depths of understanding
a new glint of steel in your soul

I love that song "sing even though your heart is breaking"

poets sing even though your muse has forsaken you

sing even though all seems lost

poets look up from your desolate heart, a new muse is waiting.

Took a new road 'a journey of faith'
permanent
change
happened
automatically
with the very first step.

The spark you carried all night
kindles into flame;
you wake and search
a new shore;
allowing silence to sing.

some like their engine roaring like a lion
liking to be noticed and known
but I would not like to pay their fuel bill

nameless killer
kills all the time
has many guises
lives among us
often choosing
indiscriminately
a next victim.

twenty nine odd years ago marijuana got me through
- most days after work I was out of my head
and weekends were one long smoke
being who I was then I could never see me changing
but I had an eye on a future me and little did I know
that future me did not need **** to get me through.

I met with an angel who had the wings of an airplane
smoked cigars and drank whiskey
told bad jokes and gave out losing tips for the races
all the same I loved that angel, so human
so happy in their skin, so unselfconscious
and I understood a little bout Jesus, who sought out the company of the lost, marginalised, and the sinners polite society condemned in their blindness, yes Jesus felt at home with the unpretentious.

Twanged strings can hurt the ears
and fingers need callouses.
A Harp may sound deep in silence.
But for it to be heard in daylight
it takes an Angels perseverance.

the Lark rises;
bursting with song

the poet listens;
sings along

a child's treasure;
its secret safe

a Butterflies wings;
angel in flight.

I fain would speak like an Angel
but my words would tell the truth

I am but a man
who asks Angels for their help.

tradition tucked in pockets
waymarker and mystery

a modern ancient tour
talking with ancestors.

Angels and Saints leaning in
listening for prayer of intercession

'ask and you shall receive' says Jesu.
'Truth speaks truly, or nothings true' says St Therese of Avila.

Angels hold their breath
waiting for you to wake
tripping over themselves
to be first to catch you
if you should fall

Tread softly
and

wait

The gathered huddle on the summit
and songs made from light leave their hearts
brighter than the Sun-
heard now in whispers and folk tales
the gathered like ghosts in memories-
seem to sing but little these days.

churning fortress dust storm
riders at the gates
diplomacy and warfare
hand in hand enemies
across the great divide.
Angels weep and babies cry
we bite the dust of ancestors
who lived loved and died.

there is a healthy anger
legitimate
and wholesome

Totally agreeable
understandable
and natural

More
Normal,
Acceptable

Healthily
needable
Wantable

I try to make excuses,
that person with anger management issues
high blood pressure
stress I know nothing of.

But my own anger keeps rising
at thought of their unreasonable outburst directed at me.


And then I think, "they are mentally unbalanced" and that clinches the argument I have with myself.

another anger
another person
choose another poison
another habit
anything
but anger
anger kills' another's spirit

always riding on autopilot
sometimes to take a hand

to move the pieces on the board
and change the look of it all.

sometimes you have to throw a balm of truth into chaos
even though to some it will seem like you threw an angry wasp nest

tirade of volcanic heat
-your heart will explode
with the strain of it all.

speak gently my child
but never be afraid to be angry
angry that is toward injustice.

all that bacteria on your tongue
and you still spit when you sing

So many hoops to jump through and you are only 9 years old
already you ask me," was I any good at maths", and I tell you that I found it hard to connect what was being taught at school to everyday life, and this you agreed with, and you are only 9 years old. And you have years of being taught what you consider as being completely irrelevant to your world, so many hoops to jump through, and your only 9 years old, unless your teachers have the imagination to apply what is taught in the classroom to the world outside the classroom , but I advise you not to hold your breath, you are only 9 years old, only 9 years old.

I climbed the  mountains with you
my part very small
but I loved you as much
as anyone holding your ropes
and I enjoy my obscurity
knowing my love for you was free
is free; and this was your gift to me
to know and love you for you