Air flight grounded
travel banned
together in isolation
we stand

my past has gone
my present's here
my future's still to come.
I'll make my mark
and when I'm gone
my spirit shall live on.

Disrupted lives
tears,fears and pain
will life ever
be the same again?

The emotion I  feel for you
Is gentle
Oozing with warmth
And love.

Clean out the corners
The middle will
Clean itself.
Likewise
look after the pennies
The pounds
Will give you wealth.

Isolation
is when the only place
to hide
is inside yourself.

Out of hell they rise
to tempt us
with their wares
so cheap
and easy to acquire.
Demanding,in return,
their pound of flesh,
and we forget,so easily,
our Father,God,in Heaven
whose love we so desire
expecting in return
forgiveness.
Confused within this market place
of greed and vice and pain
circling,sinking
saved by thinking
of our God again.

I'll dance in the moonlight
at midnight
I'll dance 'til the dawn
on the lawn.
On through the sunrise
I'll shimmy
the earth's vibrations
carry me
on and on.
Through the day
I'll follow the sun
I'll dance along
'til the day is done.
The madman in the sky
pounds the beat
and pulls the strings
that move my feet.
On and on
through the sunset
on and on
and he won't let
won't let
go.

Silence sits upon me
shouting loudly
no sounds of now
just echoes on the air.
Listen to the silence
and hear the cries
and sobs
and laughter
that are there.
A strain of far off music
or a song from long ago,
or just a drifting thought.
The air is full of sounds
for you to hear.
So listen very,very carefully
and you may hear
an answer to your prayer.

Let me help you momma
like you helped me
when I was young
take the weight off momma
it's time for you
your chores are done
you know I love you momma
you gave me strength
when I had none
so let me help you momma
like you helped me
when I was young.

Flickering firelight
danced attendance on my thoughts
wandering through the shadows.
Half remembered memories slide around
not quite caught,
hovering in the shadows.

A tunnel of darkness beckons me
toward the great white plain.
A glaring light too bright to see
a place where there's no pain.
A soul might float forever there
among the silent peace,
with mind spread wide upon the air
relaxing there with ease.
But life has not yet done with me
and calls me back again
to be where I'm supposed to be
to feel again the pain.

Flickering firelight
dances attendance on my thoughts
wandering through the shadows.
Half remembered memories slide around
not quite caught
hovering in the shadows.

To be a conscious being,
being conscious
is important.

Don't play me that Egyptian stuff
it sets my spirit weeping
for I was gave to Horus once
when I lay softly sleeping.

Hold out your hand in friendship
because we've got to share the world
you know that life will die if starved of affection
you've got to love to save the world.
Well you know you must
if it's only just
saying no to greed and pollution
calling time on war and corruption.
Stand up, you must be counted
and count the friends that stand by you
with your neighbor stand shoulder to shoulder
and take control before they do.
Well you know you must
if it's only just
courage in the face of oppression
trusting in the word of your brother.
Come on, you know you want it
a chance to live your life in peace
speak out against mass destruction
against envy and deceit.
Well you know you must
if it's only just
holding out your hand to a stranger
hoping that you'll get what you're giving back.

You wrap it in a paper dream
and label it with honesty

Your version of reality

Shouting out a twisted truth
supported by your
manufactured proof
absolving you
from the lies you tell.

Well

All roads lead to madness
and the unhinged swinging gate
where suspicion
screams
in accusation
and stains
the purity of love with hate.

Innocence stares
wide eyed and helpless
denied
as hope
dismayed
slowly fades.

The wrong creed
seals their fate
the right creed
in another place
this creed
preaches hate
for all
who show the other face.

Whose creed sans pitie'
whose face
whose proof
whose version of reality
whose heartless twisted truth

empowers the fist with righteousness
and holds the key to life and death?

This profound thought
wandered into my mind
it lingered for a while
then promptly disappeared.

I searched about
trying to find it's hiding place
checking thought by thought
for that one elusive clue.

The problem is
each thought revisited
distracts and diverts me
down other avenues

Where other profound thoughts
wander into my mind
linger for a while
then promptly disappear.

One door closes
another one
opening
beckoning
temptation.

Isolation creates
a lonely situation
for some who need connection
and conversation
for the prevention of
desperation and depression.

In the honeycomb of knowledge
through the walls of space and time
stand the other sides of me,
where less is more
and space is freedom
and time is mine.

Falling,falling down and down
spinning,spinning round and round
am I dreaming,am I dead?
Am I standing on my head?


Hold me tight to keep me steady
give the word and I'll be ready
just as soon as I can see
where I am supposed to be.

Where's my glass I'll have another
here's to you and to my brother
and another for the road
then I'll head for my abode.

The armour's tight.
A shield against
emotion.
A shield against
commitment.
Better to bury your head,
avoiding confrontation
than to be honest instead.

All these horror films
about the future
will all one day come true
and big brother
slowly
taking over
controlling
everything
we do.

I heard you, Brian Wilson,
your genius creativity,
your schizophrenic synchronicity,
through finely tuned
and balanced cans
way back in 1973.

Everything or nothing
a meeting of minds
on a blank canvas,

I paint the picture
that lives in your head
in shades of blue
while you
continue
to watch and wait.

in a cruel irony
my love and I
cry
together and alone,
mourning the years
through sorrowing tears
in a pageant of grief.

He views you
as the thief
the invader
the liberator
of the love he took for granted.

Bereft
I'm left
as nobody and nothing.

Where was your sense of compunction
as you held your stony faced head high?
What kind of messed up malfunction
gave you the right to let that man die?

When you instigate an action
that creates a bad reaction
you need to find a quick distraction.

Isolation lock down
when going out feels like a crime
la longueur de journee
a tedious period of time.

When I was young grandma said
walk as if you have a book on your head
that way you will foster
good posture
with every step you tread.

Floating on the edge of life
too tired to gather strength
withering like the autumn leaves
blowing in the wind.
Dissolving like the morning mist
under the summer sun
melting like the winter snow
in the warm spring rain.

Earth to earth
ashes to ashes
now I'm gone again.

And when you watch the autumn leaves
blowing in the wind
there too am I
free at last to play
and in the morning mist
I'll rise towards the summer sun
to fall again as warm spring rain
to melt the winter snow.

Earth to earth
ashes to ashes
remember me.

I dreamed a warning,long,slow and clear.
I woke in the morning,trembling with fear.
Great trees ,whose branches danced high in the sky,
bent low in the wind and kissed the ground.
And out of the silence the great noise of fear
the rushing of blood pounding in my ear.
The great wind rushed onward,it came from above
where no stars were shining and the moon had gone out.
The sky full of menace,yawned black and vast
and terror lurked from a terrible past.
In the wake of the wind a shower of sparks
unleashed through the sky from unknown parts.
The path of destruction glowed orange and black
as anguish howled and echoed back.

Released from the sun the planet flew
spinning faster and faster out of view.

It's time to groom
to spruce and smooth
to prink the plume
and prance and preen
to set the scene.

This ship of fools sets sail
across a sea so fair
to hit a sudden gale
that sends them everywhere.
This ship is just an open boat
packed so full of hope
it barely stays afloat.
Too late to change as fear unfolds
their last resort is hope.

Brought forth
In the north
On a cold winter night
Aphelion
Born far from the sun.

The mad woman stands
long hair blowing in the wind
green eyes glowing in the moonlight
counting all the times she sinned.

black clouds hover overhead
shadows dancing all around her,
******* breath, she opens wide her mouth
and screams her knowledge to the ether.

Circles flash and spin like lightening
answering the pain she's feeling.
The old ones know her by her shadow
and gather closer so to follow.

"Don't tell me any more" she screams
"Don't burden me!"
But they whisper dark things in her ear
and burden her with prophesy.

Daughter,sister,grandchild,niece
mother,aunt we're all of these
lover,nanny,friend and foe
each different face,we're all of those
but in the end
at the heart of it
at the point that is
the crux of it
we shine our light
'cos we exist.

À skilful move
Or sleight of hand
That's quick to fool
A game of chance
A slick trick.

When I wrote it,
it was bad
the situation
made me sad,
but now
it's surely
out of hand
they've sold the future
and ***** the land
all to satisfy
the latest fad.

Where you've been
and where you're going
and what will happen
in between.

Memory
the place where all life's experience
is stored
good or bad.

I look out of my window, what do I see
crows congregating, cawing at me.
Capricious by nature with their noisy behavior,
shouting, come quick! there's cake for our tea.

This Xmas night
I contemplate
the dying ember's glow
and dream of happy Xmas's
of childhood long ago.
The tinseled tree
I look at now
twinkles back at me
reminding me of magic times
my love rich family.
My children sleep
within their beds
their stockings hung with glee
to dream their woven dreams
of sparkling fantasy.
Remembering mine
I lace that tree
with love and ecstacy
and hope their faces reflect mine
when I was only wee.

Silence is the backdrop
the canvas
on which the sounds of life are painted
an anomaly
only heard
by the listening ear.

My love and I will meet again
on some far golden planet,
and even on the darkest night
or blinded by the brightest light
our souls will touch and know.

For on a far and distant shore
a billowing sailing ship takes oar
to sail across a future sky
and in the blinking of an eye
Ezekiel's wheels come spinning by.

And through the blue of Heaven's arc,
the supersonic trails
dissolve
in ancient ocean spray,
and through the windows of my mind
the past and future merge
to dance  
an endless dance
with now.

Don't immortalize my memory
just because you thought you knew me
you
who said you were my friend
abused my trust for your own end
you
who smiled so sweet upon my face
yet just as soon would take my place
oh what,I ask did you desire
so bad of mine that caused you ire?
and I
who loved you as a friend would
was pleased to serve you as a friend should
until the day you passed me by
with frozen smile and wary eye
flinging words behind you as you went
"sorry ,no time to stop now got to fly
see you sometime. Bye."
Hurt, I watched you rush away
confused,I knew not what to say.
My open face I've shown to you
and in return you've shown me two.

I could assume that you're o.k.
or just re-tune the things I say
talk you through the years of pain
or show you that we're all the same
I could harangue you 'til I'm blue
but either way I'm here for you.

Your sentiments may be right
or maybe you're just looking to cause  a fight.
Fairness and justice are not by anger met,
light the touch paper and see what you get,
or parse your words
and see what occurs.

She sauntered in and looked around
poised,ready for flight
the resident cat made a growling sound
he's not in the mood for a fight
she sashayed past as he stared spellbound
at her sudden hot dog stunts
she arched her back and danced about
then suddenly up she sprunt
rife with mischief she leaped and bounced
and he rose,and left at once.

Isolation spawns
creation of new ways of
communication.

Spring has sprung
a neat surprise
with wall to wall
blue skies.
All the birds
have changed their tune
out come the
butterflies.
primrose peeping
through the grass
under the gentle sun
dandelion
as bold as brass
the cycle
has begun.