Life not lived
in still stance
glued to my tree like altar
dreaming of what could of been
roaming the Serengeti scorched trails
my flesh beating
jungle drums blaring
head high in a roof of galant green

alas the realness of reality revertebrates into my cold expanse
I am but a statue of beauty crafted
hands of my maker smooth but firm
as they caressed my curves
connected in that memorable moment
standing still in ticking time
ever eternal
state static

The love that beholds me, awakens the senses, an adrenaline shot to the heart, eyes wide open as If breathing from the deathly hallows
The rusty cogs slowly turn, gaining momentum, as the lost love pours through me like a monsooned river, hitting every part of me, a flicked light switch in the dead of night, as light overflows the darkness, my being is transformed, I'm alive, I'm alive

Falls of the liquid clear
rushing and crashing
transparency diamond sheeted
beyond a glimmer of another world
lies hope of an eye seen

Bewildering beat within
skips in song
thirsty I lavishly drink it in
beauty perceived in a moment quenched
as I survey the tumbling tears of creations cries

The whisper of a gentle breeze
makes me stand still and feel at ease
The call of a morning bird
music to my ears it may sound absurd
The rays of a setting sun
is when I know my day is done
The beam of the lunar light
is all part of His Heavenly delight
The ever insuring waves from the motion of the sea
and all this He created for little old me
The colossal clouds in the heavens above
this He commands is an act of my love
The whisper, the call, the ray, the beam
it's reality in our earthly dream
The Father speaks in so many ways
you've only got to look to see what He says
This is the wonder that He created
water, land, and mountain tops jagged, and serrated
He is in everything we see
and all this..for you and for me

Seed planted
lost lands of confusion
meandering the field of persuasion
the well watered words wearily sewn
out of proportion the yeast expands
yesterdays horizon vast and plentiful
today's frayed threads coming loose

To speak of the silent voice
would be to be laid bare
as the world glares on
gavel in hand ready to slam downwards
passing sentence to another

Imagine thyself
encapsulated in the looking eye
gavel dissolves with a heart melt
pondering their weary woes of ticking time past

Tear trickles your consciousness
meandering through vascular alleyways
no longer bound by piercing sight
but flourishing in a garden of unconditional compassion

Beautiful bride beckons her groom
as her heart beats and bounds
Gleaming groom gleefully falls
under her intoxicating gourgeousness
Radiant red refined and romantically real
engages his very being
Serendipitous souls searched and sought serene at last
Harmony in heart hopefully happy
and honoured in marriage

If I could speak whispering words
what would I tell you?
I've been used since birth
till death it will continue

I've seen spring
summer
autumn
winter too
naked to life's elements

I do not feel
I'm dead to the touch
I used to sit in a fantastic forrest flush
I longinly long for those days
when I felt the wonderful wind
Blow throw my spindly hair

Oh but it's gone
Instead
I'm listening to tales and weary woes
of wars had
Scars left
Tales of the neighbours wife
and wee jimmys strife
What a life

The days I long for..
when families come
with love and laughter
Galant giggles
Tenacious tickles
Forever times
but soon they depart
as I'm left enchanted
longing for the next encounter

But sometimes..
I'm as lonely as lonely gets
the lost key never found
Shrouded in a coat of sadness
Oh how I miss the place that I grew up
now I solemly sit
on all fours
as if the statue of grey friars Bobby
planted without roots

My only solace
Is the families fun
My only..
My only

Traversing lands green desolate of human connection
to view from afar weary shapes of relationship fractured
seismic shifting barrenness of enveloping another rhythmic beat
two kindred north to south shackled in sergeants chains
pondering seasons of antiquity
captured momentarily meandering wonderfully through synaptic responses
neurons ablaze in glory of timeless touch

The sweet budding flower
reaching like Jacobs ladder
where dust meets eternal matter

Co-joined on the forging anvil
of words spoken.
no longer broken

Intertwined like lasting fabric
made to last
daydreams reality
rosey clarity

eyes wide open

Its true
Its true

No mythical myth

Love happens

I care not for the boxed city behind the walls
Look to the white sheeted hills where I stand
In all my emerald glory ready to release my fiery terror upon the ones who stupidly scorned

Ostrasised for my peculiarity

'Fire breathing' they shouted
'Witch' they chanted

What do they know of being different..
Nothing

My cold wet hand holds my burning-orb
Fate will release its hand on this dark dark night

Sheep to the slaughter
Sheep to the slaughter

Porcelain fragments
crumbling like aged papyrus
into voice of being
ego echoed
to shores of Normandy
consume thyself

Spiders eggs hatching
consume my weary fractured vessel
embodied in canals of conflicting emotion
muted to the outside world

Ghost in a shell
wondering in the valley of death
fallen debris pierces my conscience
floating on the monsooned mayhem

Kamakaze in-flight and bound
thoughts chained in steel
painted in perilous poison
maiming every interaction

Train stops with sudden jolt
in its tired teary tracks
unaware of the pittiful plight
deep sighed breath in rescued relief

And then again
and again
and again
AND AGAIN

LOST IN A WHIM

The kiln fiered ceiling
air hung in its splendour
Eloping with rebellious nightmares
I slid into the boxed blue wheels

Radiating the aura
Of a vice grip grasped by another
I laughed in the abyss where dreams were lost
Narcotic fuelled

The meandering gray roads lay before us
Little did we know
What lay ahead in our frenzied future fight
As if Artyon Senna
A nano-second
The click of the fingers
Nightmares begun

One dead in shadows of reality
Shunted by the lorry of consequences
Crossroads before me
Which way to go

Metamorphosis
Suffocated in the cold light of day
Perpetual prison
I was only 15
I was only 15

The soft brush glides my aged papyrus skin, as it tickles every milli-metre of my being. A strange sensation never felt on my flat sheets, like a ******'s first touch.

I once stood beauty adorned, by the gaze of a naked eye, sheets of glory ablaze.
What is this foreign, flowing femme fatale?

My chest heaves and splutters, as it engulfs the expanse, of my silent pleas. I am glued steadfast to the only friend I've ever known.
My only escape, to peel my skin forward, and surely, and slowly perish into the timeless silence.

But suddenly like the dawn of day, I feel the glow of life reborn, as if a Phoenix rising from the ashes!

My weathered look, past and gone like a summers storm, as I stand ridges raised in my coloured coat

Barbed wire intrinsic thought
in the trenches forever caught
wearily wraps conscious care
in nomansland laying bare
bullet grazes flesh is torn
tear gas erupts heavens mourn
battle of malicious mind
bayonets cross the ghastly grind
ensnared in perpetual prison
doubtful fear rambunctiously risen