Complicated I do not do
I left all that behind.

It's that day today
somewhere years hence
When i was born
Moving on
from grumbling to gratitude
vanity to sincerity
That's when i realize
we're born new each day
with a choice and a million chances
to be better each day
And encounter the perfection that we are
just as we were created
in simplicity and love
so why not celebrate each day
greeting with a genuine smile
friends and family
acquaintances and enemies alike
Blowing candles on chocolate cakes
milkshakes
Instead why not let them burn for a change
as a reminder
of the eternal spirit...

The observed is a reflection
The observer the truth..

The seen is an illusion
The witness reality...

Spoken words are a piece of mind
Silence the whole..

Intelligence is knowing
Intuition the unknown..

Being natural is you
whatever stops you not yours..

hopes in threadbare tatters
and exotic dreams shattered
i hobbled home
like a beaten soldier
dying to see one last time
that face that launched my ego trip
i knew now beyond any doubt
that truth was resident in the home
that i forsook all those years ago
and that glamour lived next door
in the warm eyes of that girl
who could blast me into oblivion with a word

Sleep does little to help.
Threads come loose
slowly but surely
forming a noose.
Choking on faculties
that make me reconsider
cold hard realities.
Reassurance was never my friend
it would just silently laugh
as I fell to my end,
still falling...

A shadow lit by flitting sunlight
A scent on the air
A dream in the difficult night
Searching for you there.
My memories provide both joy and pain,
A wandering river, disrupted by rain.

Breaking its banks, driving apart the reeds
Withdrawing in a moment
Leaving endless seeds
Its force and fury briefly spent.
Your love, then and now, a storm
That takes every form.

How can I describe our love now
Without referencing extremes?
Then, once, it was more dazzling than the above
Blue fringed with uncompromising beams
Too fierce to draw near
Too intense to see clear.

It overwhelmed and smothered me
Too bright and fragile to last!
A furious, consuming epiphany
That mangled and mingled future, present and past.
I let it go, unable to sustain my grip,
I let you go.  Into the past I let you painfully slip.

She was so easy to love
I have never seen
any woman as beautiful as her.
she did not ask
for love in return.
you just smiled
held out your hand
and your heart
would be in it.
she collected broken things
and repaired them like new.
I think that Is what
she did with me.
under her tender care
she fixed the huge hole
I had in my heart..
But she was a collector
Of Broken things.
and when I was repaired.
as good as new once more.
she knew I was no longer broken.
then she let me go
and broke my heart
in such a way that it
could never be
fixed again.

Small islands of joy in a sea of frustration and disappointment.

Sometimes I feel peace, when I can see the next destination in the distance, nearing me on the horizon and filling me with what I might call hope....

But rarely, too rarely, the journey takes me past a beautiful place, seemingly untouched in its perfection.

It is wrong to blame the fascination a place like this exerts on me, on something as clichéd as siren voices;
          there are no sirens here, no tricks, no subterfuge... rather, the clear blue sky, the pure white sand, the azure water hypnotises me with its promise, while terrifying me with its remoteness.

Do I make a decision to land? Can something so perfect continue to exist if it is disturbed, even by just one touch, one footprint?

One kiss?

I know I need to discover... But I fear... I fear myself.



*She closed her diary. "Not bad" she thought. "Might have been the sort of ******* JC would have written".

And, as she sipped her cocktail and took in the tropical view, beneath the shade of her favourite palm, she watched a small boat put-put-put away from the jetty...

And she admitted to herself:

occasionally she missed the crazy old *******.