She wasn't there when I arrived,
but I hugged her at St Paul's
where patron saints pay to see the crypt
and pidgeons relieve themselves for free

She wasn't there when I left
tho we did hold hands
and stroll along the Thames
even shared a laugh in some famous gallery

Then she was gone

Don't think she likes my verses much
She has her Phd now
afterall
but I remember warmly
red ribboned pigtails
and crumpet mix
dripping

Banshee screams echo in the icy, crackling gloom
Warm, freshly pumped blood spatters a pale moon
reflected in dilated pupils
whose freeze-frame focus seems fixed on steam
from that memorable last breath
slowly dissipating

Menacing, gutteral snarls
Tarmac demoniac sniffs her ****
snaps drooling fangs
at a scythe wielding spectre
snatching stunned
souls from twitching corpses
Now she packs them in pecking order

Splintered crystals of falling glass
mournfully ****** ****** the last post
Distraught, upended armco barriers
hold their freeze-frame salute
and Babylon thrums a bit louder

May I see your license please

There's water above and water below
as it was in the beginning
while I recharge, prismatic eyes still
in their microcosmic universe
Silent, while songbirds give thanks
and playful energy teases, seeking
release

so I focus on amber surface reflections
from under, they fizz tiny bubbles
an effervescent Spirit-level

Yogis know it as bliss
risen crown kundalini
Their vessel sadly lacks
living water from Yeshua
our rising Messiah, eternal wellspring

I open my eyes
find other eyes
Deep calls unto deep
as sounds of waterfalls

A daily feast of at-onement

Softly she tiptoes across the lawn
Warm muffin hand snuggled in mine
Off we go to watch the sunrise
see the dawn get born

Hungrily I turn for more of the dream
Another re-run - my favorite one
Wide-eyed she tastes the fresh new air
Dips her piggies in the stream

Why does it smell so different dad?
Willow trees heave a sigh and blink
Frogs smile and wink in the sparkly dew
Well you see darling... gone! begad!

Don't stop now! More I implore
Play how she skated to me down the hill
long before she learned to drive
the thrills, the spills, kissing her sore
Now the  **** crows a new dawn, fresh
Someday soon I'll see what she saw
Return O Lord! restore shalom
as it was in the beginning - afresh

If any good came from loving true
but falling short
its in this verse honouring You
Surrendered, taught
reaching up beyond my sighs
where truth is chiselled into sense
Can darkened shutters recompense?
Time and purse no longer vie
so uncontended now I’ve died
to selfish pride and suffered lies
alone

The harm I caused not loving true
the way one ought
is harmonised now,  reflects You
fullfilled, sought
redeemed from  the lie
Darkness to experience
Suffering wrought repentance
Crime and worse no longer imply
damning dirges inside
Our Lamb arose, 'It’s finished' His cry
'Atone!'

True creativity, like lunar dust
reflects Creative design
In truth, we don't create at all
At best we just manipulate
content which already exists
into a form we love to claim as our own
yet nothing is new under the sun

Even maestros can't compose their dreams
Consciousness shuts down during REM
and yet great content is downloaded
freely in the form we call dreams
Even lucid dreamers can only observe;
until, upon waking, they're free to upload
visions to the dimension we call time

Only one's God-given spirit can connect
to images from His universal database
The Poet who wrote our DNA song
gave us brains to filter and sift
Imagine the computer that scans
six billion souls a day, keeps them
in sequence and knows each by name

By far the most fulfilled verse springs
from allowing Him to be in charge
so out-source it back to the Source,
before the hacker of *******
persuades you to harvest glory
and reach, like him, for the Highest Place