Through labour divine have I crowned my true self
Through heart I have nurtured pours love so to help
Mine eye witness the highest of truths
Whilst the lexical throat turns to glorious sooth
With grumbling pride geared forth in direction
Clutched sacral chamber in the hope of perfection
To be found

Let the beast within me refuse to bow
In the face of doubt
Conjure king bearing iron sickle
With this riddle he tickles and teaches me
That to let go risks one anonymity
To the passage of time

I shall have to decline thy generosity

For his other bears specular mountain to climb
So I may look upon splendorous peaks of life’s mind to remember
How these steely, dark quandaries must be quietened and tempered
Upon the anvil of hope

The hammer of the philanthropist’s humour will bear down
On this ill-advised, mischievous sprite renowned
As she nibbles at my future’s lobe with sensual demeanour
It is a pleasure to see her

Yet I know this dark queen is a **** in disguise
As the beast rattles its cage demanding demise
Of the higher self
One stroke
I allow
For the sake of goodbyes

These phantom personas aside
We will quickly define ourselves
Alive and well
Each limb we have is able to tell
The story of our privilege
Honour this
Dally not
This is your shot
With the arrow of certainty
Blessed with serendipity
Honed by universal energy
To focus your senses
Then fire away
The reward is life’s blessing
Beginning this day

Basking re-leaf
The feeling of rays
Piercing to the corners
Of the mind

Ancient in principle
This wise white brain
Whilst wishing us well
Is not the same

As you and I
Are the same
Unique
With thousands silent servants
Splayed forth, torn
They will not survive the fall

These whims are not eternal
The stainless binding of our past maternal
Harking back to bark so old
Unwinding what has come before
A pity to be sold

But we do
Day in sees the wagon tinned
Servants whipped to layers thin
And sent out for a long stand

Masking defeat
Piercing from the front line
It is time to be kind
To yourself

Then others blindly
This seed sown will birth a thousand times
Will flower your mind with a loaf so giant
That your table will be never ending

Transcending sole maturity
Progressing to community
Bring forth the ancient crest
And ask the white brain
What is this communal mess?

This is forest
This is family
You are safe now
To rest

Not one day passes that I do not think of this slender link we’ve had
In this time so short so much I have learned from our brief cohort
That I save myself pain by forgetting this seat you hold in my soul
Rejoicing in every single sole exposure or clue this future may hold
For you and me so separately existing yet so close I feel you writhing
In my heartbeat

My logic has head start as I cannot see your mind before me
It saws the man within me into two true beings which must be honoured
By luna we are coloured emotion so raw it restores us to our former self
Puts reality on the shelf so I may gasp view from my temporary podium
Make some sense of this loneliness I feel when you are far away
Yet here to stay above me

Whether it makes change to this being is my choice
Yet seeing these words laid down before me
Makes want to stay this passion
For stunting these growing desires
That phantom princess bestows upon me
With her wise non-chalance
I will take no chance

These pesky mystics have stepped up their game.
The moon has locked me in her gaze
As I lay my head within lion’s haze
This maze ***** within my being betrays
The memory faded by passage to Sion

I am high on you
Still
Against my will
Almost
For it elates my thrill
For life
For all I see right but for severance unknowing
Of what befalls the dark side not showing me the future
Impatience immature for which
I beg forgiveness
Honesty pure will tell tale of life's sweetness
I have found in feeling so profoundly
About your energy

It has caused a synergy within me and I cannot help but be grateful
For the music that flows in my veins now grows ten-fold
By moon the scribe flows
As Lancashire rainfall releases the grip
On my open heart
The best part
All this time I am smiling
Yet lunar promise shows you are far from me
This moon has me state intention so temporary
For she is now gone
Here ends the moon that shone

Don’t seek love
You will learn
To be cold one day
Expect nothing from life
You will be disappointed
Wait for 'verse to deal her hand
That is plenty to get on with

Bold is hope
Its alchemy will mount an army
To lay siege
On stupid cognitive mind
Until you are sick
To the breaking bone
With life itself
Because it will never come

Stay real
Save Heartache
Art will make opaque
Fragile mind
To be given only in glances
From this moment onwards

When I give love freely
It is beautiful treason
To what is actually going on
This blissful unknowing
Corroding my reason to be

Free to exist without savouring
Acrid taste so sweet
Turned displeasing
Through violent epiphany
On the state of affairs

I, the fool
Do confuse progress
With feeling things
Au contraire
To the loneliness
I seem to process

I cannot be trusted
With handing out affection
So I will make it happen
With those I can love
Until the tension
Of this karmic lesson
Is lessened
Releasing these organs
To breathe what man does best

I may then build a mountain
Upon this omen
Move it on
With silent motion
To a fruiting body
For all to see
This is where my love will seep

Out of this copse
The sun shall creak
To drench those
I could have loved twice-fold
By chance, not plan
This way the universe can
Decide in its uncertain cold

To not seek love
One learns
This warmth
When one knows
How love is made
Then love will flow

It appears I am free
I watched melt the illusions
After sensing the intrusion
Of the momentary mantelpiece
At the corner of my head

I was staring and glaring
All the while tearing
Now the hairs on my head
Are just chuffs of old muck
Form the silt of the stream
I can’t tell you for trying
How long it all took!

Watch the water
It ripples
So when the circles mingle
The core of all life
Finds its way in an instant
Blatancing its way
Under the nose of most folk
At the core of the universe
I saw it and thought
Of this short anecdote

What if you feel nothing?
Or more precisely
Because this one did surprise me
What if your emotions
Are illusions set in motion
By the choice of our experience
That's determined by our notions
I would tell you
What I’d tell me
But I’d be telling
Only if I told you
Not to tell whoever told you
Not to tell the teller’s teller
About the telling

Here it goes:
I would say I have gone mad.
That delusions kick in
When something has gone
So badly wrong
So to ease us into the New World
Its not easy being tomb bound
Curled and crammed in lonesome chest
When I feel the moon on download
I can almost feel the rest!

Blessings to you poets
Who can feel the words come round
Because the sound
Of love is a privilege and
Would be nothing without the doubt
Muttering the opinion
Then dismantling all your dreams
To return to present moment
Where its not too bright to see

I saw that way today
I just thought I’d write it down
For the clown inside me suffers
When he’s drowned out
Bound and muffled
By the sound of life’s sincerity
Along with every tender blow
It brings me back to reality
So I may write like I am free

A little bit of poetry and
A nice long blaze
That's what I call
The end of my day