You will die one day,
its true.
It's not a lie.
But that doesn't matter,
because you have to get your car registered
and fold the washing.

A foolish heart knows no bounds,
falling over and over
like a gentle whimper of a child
but yet,
still looking up with a vulnerable hope
a yearning questioning
for the affection
of the averted gaze.

A foolish heart sees no truth,
staggering in a room full of thorns
only to proclaim
that the spaces between
are whispers
silent expressions of
a secret love
that they wish to see.

A foolish heart hears no rejection,
for its all a projection
of a nightmarish confusion
while the truth
no matter how sought for
suffocates
at the seam,
and the foolish heart continues
on with its caramel dream.

A foolish heart does not fear pain,
for that is where it sleeps.
No, a foolish heart,
fears the end,
it fears the death
of its very own breath.
Where the illusion is broken,
and all that remains
Is a plain human being.
A foolish heart wants to stay foolish
for it’s the most alive its ever been.

Fill my lungs with your smile
as we walk along
the sunshine drenched road
of meandering thought.
Our hands radiate
the delight that our words cannot
laced together, they wander
looking out into
this giggling world.
You laugh at a thought,
and I smile at your eyes
Each step
Lavishing the path with colour
and leaving a scent
of two lovers in bloom.

The wavering mystical man decided to carry his bag to the place he knew so well
                                           his chair that sits like an indivisable, inseparable part of his living room
that is the centre of his universe and the warm of his comforts
                                            he decided most days to relish in his most cozy of cushions
but today was a special day, he had used his soft scarf and his well worn hat
                                it was the day for the mink blanket oh yes. Next to the fire that lights his happy face.
In his heart, chocolate melts, in his eyes, champagne is spilt.
                                the book shelves flicker with a giggle in their pages
the stove top quietly whistles, twisting with the most delightful smells
                                      The rain outside, drumming to his hum, his feet kicking and tapping his thumb
its all okay, alone and happy to be, the chair, the man, his blanket and his tea.

Sunshine comes in,
jump on the masters bed.
They push me off disgruntled,
I wince off to my end.
I sit on their paws,
while he shakes the grey sheet up.
And she opens her box,
while sipping her white cup.
He mumbles and she whines
while I look with depth,
I try to get attention
but back to bed I get sent.
Why are these humans so...
angry and confused?
I do exactly what they say,
yet my yelps seem refused.
Then with a groan,
I seem to be handed a toy.
But I'm not a pet mum and dad,
I'm your baby boy.

Changle changle, Chain chain.
Jingle like that loose brain
The sounds of coins, full and dense
Tasting all that decadence.
Inertly, following I not must
allow that gentle heart to rust
The hole, may not of course be true
but it's reality brings
terrible news.
If this book, which it is just that,
is not fiction, but after all, a fact
That is the worst, yes, indeed
For we are all bound by our greed
We must obey, the words, the facts
Those undoubtable, untouchable
unseeable artefacts.
Yes, hell for you. And you. And you.
Heaven for me and those who agree
That some-man-in-the-sky-decided-that-he-wanted-us-to-be
Free?

Demon tree,
Don't you dare sway for me.
Your frozen seed, the cold you bleed,
Will only produce
Catastrophe.

Demon tree,
Don't you sigh for me.
A robin's song, rays so warm.
Will never penetrate
A lead canopy.

Demon tree,
Why must you wait for me?
Trunk so mute, leaves destitute.
Must I climb you
To be free?

Some days when the skies cloud over
We don't know what to do
Should we give up or carry on
Or move to somewhere new?

If we always wanted summer
Forever we would roam
And the closer we got to the sunshine
The further we'd be from home

The sooner that we learn
To see the seasons through
The closer we'll become
There lives eternal sun...

Of all the things,
I could do.
I choose the one way
I can’t go
Its always that
Little grasp further

That little breath more
That little horizon deeper

And so I search
Endlessly for that thing
That will begin
The end of suffering
I yearn to feel
That intensity alive
That fire of life
That enveloping bite

It carries on and on
There is no fill
There is no song

Its all just another hole
That leads away
From my soul

I need that real kiss
I need that true bliss
I can’t stand this

Let me feel it.

Swirling
    
      within
          
           the
  Spiral

of

  Silence.

My feelings invade
all crevices in my body,
Nothing mattered any more.
But the
       flowing
              ache.

Nothing hurts, yet nothing doesn't.
  Confusing
       deluding
Misused use of words and touch
how can I forget?
how could I let
      myself

       fall
       into

the arms of
    
nothing.

In the bed of reason
laid my head aloft
too far in the sky
the pendulum too soft

the secondary bang
the chime that comes too soon
somehow now too woolen
it's sways  now too mute

A distance grew between
my hands and my chest
resting my fingers now
upon a foreign nest

Think of something beautiful!
It'll sooth the pain
of all the places I wandered
your face lights again

Endings are made up
no such thing exists
move but one more thought
and the burning love persists

Finger across that new love
force her breath in deep
Watch the dilation of
her ink across her eyes seep

Arm folding over and again
the smell of hot rain
Pulling within the fixation
an ache without the pain

Your leg, her waist
Her face, your pace.
She arches, you squeeze
Your palms, her knees.

An anger that bursts a flower
Raging sea of sheets and nails
All the hairs that salute the power
Unfurling to her exhale.

Deeply snoring, the gentle soul sleeps
Cushioned by the ignorance of the mindless dreams
Following the circles of the reoccurring scene
The dream is everything, life is unseen.

I am a slave.
A slave to the ideas that I’ve called my own.
I’m a slave to the qualities I call home.
I am a slave to my beauty, a slave to my mind.
I am following the tail of the ignorantly blind.
I pretend to have a purpose.
A thin skin on the surface of the deep.
Beneath only hollow blackness
– the bottomless ocean, the reasonless street
I think I know more now than I did as a kid.
Truthfully though,
I bow down to the uneducated.

It begins.
Then ends.
At the new beginning.

I got left alone as a kid.
And not in the good sense,
Where you are given time
And space to explore
Your mind and the things that can fly.
I got left lonely.
I was the kid at school that ate their lunch
In the doorway of the school hall
Because no one would go there
To point out that I was alone.
I could pretend that this was a doorway
That was a cave
That stored a secret world to the elves.
but in reality – I was cold. And scared.
And had weird food.
I was forigen. But I didn’t know what that was then.
I was just alive. And people didn’t like me.
And the ones that liked me.
Often stopped.
changed their minds.
By the ones that didn’t.
It may not seem traumatic,
Or even worthy of complaint.
But it haunts me,
Today. And yesterday. And the day before that.
Im always afraid that you will leave me alone
That you will change your mind.
And that I will once again,
Have to find a doorway to sit inside.

Often in the land of dew,
I waltz around and look for you.
You absence persists as days flow
Following things you ought to know.

In this place of light and soft,
I caress the growing grass and moss,
reminding me of our days past,
the tender whims of pats and laughs.

I now hum the tune of your will
I know that must hear me still.
Whichever place you think you roam,
all paths lead to our small home.

If life has taught me anything true,
patience would never search for you.

Often In this land of dew,
I waltz around and look for you.
I do not wait nor endure,
my stillness remains blue and pure.

I smile without cease for your return,
Whether you do or not is not of my concern.

I’m alive
I breathe
I think
I feel
I want
I fear
I change
I ignore
I lie
          I long for
                                     I leap
I cry
             I soar
I cry
    
I fall

I cry
I pout
I harden
I cross
         I surrender
I sit
I listen
I wait
I realise
I transform
I desire
I love
I admire
I breathe
I live

I love you like stupid does
Throwing my arms up
and declaring
an overwhelming defeat.
I love you like a child does
an adoration that knows
no bounds
giving an unwarranted amount
of everything.
I love you like an old man
loves the sun
gratefully soaking up
ever last moment
of warmth before he too
is done.
I love you like a tree
that roots itself
deeply
and continues to grow
unconditionally.
I love you.
I just do.
Like stupid does.

Shining bright, you distract you from yourself.
Falling in line. Keeping in time.
That's just fine, nothing wrong with being entertained.

But keep in mind, if you seek in the wrong place, you won't find.
Or be found. Put your ear on the ground
listen to what I've been telling you all along.

You're so close, as close at it gets.
But your looking towards the abyss.
Its okay, we just don't know
that the way you can see is beyond what your eyes show.

Put your hand on your chest, feel it rise and fall.
That beating of the mortal drum. The life flow.
I am the universe, I am the cosmos and also a seed.
When it blooms, it reveals a beautiful catastrophe.

Explore, expand, ingest all of life.
Then would I need to tell you to be nice?
If you were the oceans and you were my eyes
Would I need to preach for you not to make them cry?

If you want to be a somebody, nothing wrong with that.
But you will have to accept the boundaries of contact.
But if you don't draw that line, if you come to be.
All that is in you is in me.
Become a no-body.

So you can draw those lines if you wish,
but your experience of life will only be a glimpse,
through moments of detachment
you might peek at true bliss.

Freedom is in the limitless.

If you wake up in the night,
in a pool of sugar sweat
then baby you know what it feels like
to be in utter love-death.

In the morning, I die a little
as I get dressed in my mind
The afternoon reprieves a little,
as I smile stupidly love blind.

The evening gets a little tricky,
as my hopes get laced with doubt
I shake my head, my hands and body
as I try to shake you out.

Nothing seems to help
as the suns intensify their burn
the ones at the edges of my fingers
that repeatedly refuse to learn.

Logic can get ******,
reason is long out of breath
in trying to keep up
with this feverish love-death.

Left, right, left, right.
Darting from track to track.
They wind and intertwine,
join and turn back.
Around and around,
tiresome and lost.
Following false signs.
Creating, illuminating,
ignoring and disintegrating,
never ending cycle of
thought.

.. silence..

An Opening - a Clearance
Death? Disappearance?
No, just the sweet caress
of sleep.

You Mr Rabbit are or so nice
I could drink tea with you
and talk about rice
or melons,
growing in the summer sun
but Mr Rabbit, I couldn't *******.

Dear Mr Rabbit, sorry to be calling so late
I feel like we left off on a bad foot
the carrots still hot on my plate
as you pointed
towards your rounded door
and asked me kindly to scoot.

No I understand it was rude
and that we have had a delightful eve
but, hmm, how do I conclude
you're lovely
and sweet as a bug
but I can't see us making out on that rug.

No please don't be offended!
Your ears are so soft to touch
and your eyes are to be commended
but, sexually
the lightning and fire
well, doesn't amount to much.

I bid you adeu, Mr Rabbit.
Our time together was truly splendid
but it must be said,
that without the waistcoat
you remind me an awful lot of my bed.