I love how
When something happens
You always want to tell me
Even if it's not that exciting
But you still want to share it with me
But you won't tell me in text
You have to wait to talk about it in person
And I'm the same if something happens
No matter how extrodinary
You and my best friend
Are the first people
I want to tell

Today I send love,
Today I feel love,
Take my love,
Give it, share it, be it,
Let us love together,
Today I send love.

The black road takes another turn
the silence will consume
all that's left of your broken heart
arising from the fumes

The blood stained hands of dying night
and stainless sun of glass
smear their colour across the lives
the lives that soon will pass

So expressionless, the dancing flame
it will be soon put out
A raging flood of darkened blood
will join the storms about

Denounce the sweetest form of death
with life catastrophized
look at these moments flying by
your eyes seem mesmerised

Betray a part of your own trust
reflect the ache in you
your mirrors are bent and liquefied
like glimmering drops of dew

The remains of what no more remains
embedded and hidden deep
branches of your fears diluted
forever yours to keep

Below the thunderous wrathful sky
the seeds of hope still bloom
but the faint memories of you and I
are forevermore entombed

An enigma, existence, is fulfilled
but satisfied it's not
like the lives of all the butterflies
whose beaty dies to rot

Behold the sorrow in their eyes
the smiles do often lie
and greet the pain with open arms
can you make them gently die?

In dreams you'll find me standing by
you'll know you're not alone
the galloping tides of a nightly sea
where misery is unknown

Remember the end, the last of days
before you are no more
I see sapphire burning in your eyes
like a fire on the shore

Pouring rain, come and wash the blood
as purple turns the sky
and the one thing that must still remain
is your ever-echoing cry

The doorbell chimed
She answered
It’s a pregnant woman
She never read the no cold callers sign then, he thought
Are you going to see what she wants
Footballs on, a man should never be disturbed when the footballs on
Was it eight months ago
Just a bit of fun
Why the hell dont women take precautions
This was not going to be pleasant
Hi John, you’re probably wondering who I am
You spoke to my husband about a month ago
He says you’re great at assembling flat packed furniture
As you can see, I’m getting to the critical stage
Yeah, right, I remember
Listen, dont you worry, I’ll pop round tomorrow
Have that nursery built in no time
Thanks John, that will be great
By the way, if it’s a boy
John was one of the names we were thinking about.

Stain your body
With fingers dipped
In the colour of
Joy and peace
Wet with the tears
Of the World
And know HER
Blessing.

Drench your heart
In a shower of petals
Dripping with the sound
Of silent thunder
And sink deep
Into HER embrace.

Fill your womb with
Sweet nectar ******
From the agony and ecstasy
Of HER love making
And bleed compassion
Onto a parched Earth.

Sometimes life is quiet, don't push.
There are no 'shoulds'.
Peace is inner silence,
Be still and listen to the
Quiet whisper of your soul.

She is powerful in her silence.
No need to make noise to be seen
No need to make show to be heard
Get in there, deep inside
And rest in the dance.

Know your flow that
Bubbles and burbles along.
Don't be clever, simple is good.
Simple is quiet.

She is sleeping in the shade,
Your inside self.
She who dances to the song
In your heart is quietly listening
To the rhythm of your soul beat.

Cradle your knowing,
Your hearts lullaby will
Rock your soul and
Fan the fire of sleeping passion.

Come little one your feet
Have wings that angels envy
And your eyes closed to darkness
Sparkle like a galaxy of stars
On a moonlit sea.

Come, rock gently, rest.
Sometimes life is quiet
Don't push or pull.
Listen to the hum of the silence
Be still, let HER dance.

I’m letting go to let you know
The snow that grows
By loads and loads
Till frosty feet
And frozen toes
Are merely frigid memories
Till all the trees are barren of leaves
Till April fools is but a foolish memory
And memories of you and me
Are dust I let you know as I must
With little strength left
I am letting go of all I left
But still keeping a little life for myself