These days have ebbed as Love's swell was checked: the waters in some places - all but dammed!
But now at last I sense the rising tide and thank Temese for the current's turn; now following that great writhing snake to where its pulsing head will rake; over the mucky soiled watery beds of Woolwich Greenwich Limehouse - and under - Tower Bridge
To that great gloating sight A crown of a billion lights Blazing day and night: And somewhere within In the slick oily warmth Our flood tides mesh, As over each other we wash.
Hard thrusts wicked deep cuts given and received are recorded in that great mirror smoked! where with a tug and a shove on the banks in the streets through the loopy twists everything prospers in the glow as the decades decaying flow; each ***** bud red with new blood one after t'other flowers before their purple petals scatter.
Let's on the luck o' the dice (you 'n' me!) ride out on the flotsam and jetsom that has carried us this far and as pleases merge.
London, a city with a rhythm, the Thames, which I sailed upon one Saturday morning - not a soul at this end of this magestic river, this city, in which I have lived for forty years...And love - a wonderful woman - and how I desire us to pull at each other as tides do, tugging at each other, two flows running over reeds and muddy shelves searching for each other in the cool green depth.
The sun is with the paintbrush ambling down the river blue. See, your eyes are the mirror in between the earth and sky duo.
Bask in the open air theatre eye on spread out with colour. Indulge in, with a slice of summer you got the brightest star, the light on your canvas, you got the clue. Now draw your way through art yours in between the two!
A poem from my upcoming book Qun: Love is Above Reason
The river winds in from distance lands With mercyless power it turns stone to sand Through its mysterious life, the very earth it commands And Yet the fearful river still runs through our hands. In torrents of furry where the deepest currents flow The rivers wild waters surge with woe. For Onward, forever, its destined to go A permenant home it won't ever know.
The river runs from each of us As a refugee of fear, It knows in a blink it will be somewhere else Its waves are really its tears. It runs from the audacity Of the selfish human mind As Its massive life capacity, Of flora and fauna combined, Are threatened by our antics and helpless to our crime So the river runs on their behalf, from everyone, in time-
even within its whitecap foam Water's yearning for a home So roam does the water- endlessly, till its long gone out of sight The essential droplets of the river- Nomads day and night.