Short lives
Always left wondering
What new songs
Could they sing?

Short lives
Taken to soon
Keith first man on the moon

Short lives
27 times
Waiting for Jimi's new rhymes

Short lives
No funny games
Buddy don't fly them plains

Short lives
An old poet called Jim
Still has the occasional
Whisky or gin

Long lives
Imagine playing mind games forever?

The star's are obscured by clouds
Like curtains hiding a stage
I wait
For the play to begin

Bumbling around
To a Dire Straits sound

You're definitely not woke
With that Dad joke

From inside the shed
Beer is brewing
"Just planting some seeds"
Who's he fooling?

But
Now my eyes can see
Not
A
Caricature
It's all about
LOVE
In this role that he plays

From you're bedside
The last words spoke
Delivered to me
One last Dad joke

Now
Heart broke
Time to tell the kid's
My own Dad Joke

Somethings a hatching

                     The dog's a scratching

What is that I see?

                                        A crazy flea!

I try to incarcerate
                            But the jam jar is too late

            Next time I'll be quick

                  You
                        Luna tick

Sunlight shining on the flower
Giving bliss

it's photosynthesis

Neutrinos Cosmic fleas
interdimensional bee's

Long long ago
Deepest hole
Creation of coal

Burst through from the other side
Jump on a bike
Take a ride

What thoughts inside my head
All this
While asleep in bed

Are dreams a real place?
Or just the space
Behind the face?

When I was little, a voice in my head, said.
“there’s a monster underneath my bed”

Not liking the fear that he gave
A part of me was it's slave

I needed to be brave
Look him in the eye

It was time for a monster hunt
Not knowing the word confront

Monster underneath my bed
Are you inside my head?

Jump up, you can't get me
Claws grabbing that you cannot see

Eye’s closed
Stick my head under the bed
Open up after three
There was nothing there to see

Earbud buddy's
Shut the world out

Earbud buddy's
Silent scream and shout

Earbud buddy's
No eye contact for me

Earbud buddy's
Nothings for free

Earbud buddy's
No man is an island
You wait and see
Interaction,  it's not for me.

Sister
         There's
                     A
                      Twister
                                   Heading
                                                 Our
                                                       Way
                                               Avoid
                                               I
                                      Must
                               This
                        Gust
                    Of
            Dust
    Let's
Be
   On
       Our
             Way

The kaleidoscope
has been shaken

The pieces are
in flux

Fear and ignorance
divide

Balance is the power
love and truth
unite.

"If a big bang occurs and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"

Climbing up the mountain
The summit to behold
No holding to this moment
Soul will not be sold

Decending has it's lessons
The journey must be made

Mind must be free
Never made a slave

Ground level is for pondering
Many holes to walk around

Hold on to something half forgotten
Strong will must be found

One day on the horizon
A mountain can be seen

A calling to the summit, and everything
In-between.

Started with toys
They ment so much to me
Through the shop window
Wonderful things to see.

Then one day
I gave them all away.

Love of music
What a pleasant way to be,
Vinyl, cassette, cd's
Ment everything to me.

Then one day
I gave them all away.

Now no trinkets, but eyes see clear and far
Mind free to fly on the day I gave it all away.

Forgetting and remembering
What's that song we used to sing?

When we talk old friend
The missing bits are made a mend.

Let there be darkness
helping us all to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey


There could be a call
that wakes us from our sleep
helping us all to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey

Everyday I put a moment away
believing this to be true
and as I try to think
through the swirling of the ink
something's surrounding me

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey

There could be a thought
that could change everything
gaining us
strength to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey

If I loose my way
through twisting of the day
colours fading away
I know all's not lost
as I start to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of grey
not just one shade of grey

What's happening in the world
Is happening to you.

Edgar Allen Poe
Fibonacci and golden ratio.

What's happening in the world
Is happening to me
Be careful where I look and
what I see.

You looked inside the bag
.
Containing alternative masks
.
You delved deep inside
.
Choice made
.
But all that came out
Was
The
Usual
You

Thoughts set in concrete, must be a bore
To know what is in store
Kills creative thinking
Change my mind between blinking.

It's always darkest just before dawn,
So my love,
Don't feel forlorn.

From within the cocoon,
Break open the door,
Whatever was imagined,
There's so much more.

Collectively turn a new page,
Welcome in a golden age.

How long for the next one to come?
Through the night, morning sun.

Will it stay in my mind?
Or fade away, soul blind.

Paper and pen, by my side
Show yourself, do not hide.

The tide comes in every day
Taking all the sandcastles away.

A different tide is on the way
Bringing a brand new day.

We shall see through all the lies
Look you're sisters and brothers in the eye.

No words needed
Awoken
Truth is spoken.

In their eyes, see the fears
facemask wrapped around the ears.

On their own, in the car
common sense removed so far.

So I'm spreading it far and wide
my face I do not hide.

Stay safe, for good health
Get to know thy self.

Stay at home
home is within,
Cannot go very far
wherever you go
there you are.

The old world is crumbling,
fear not I
always gave me comfort
to look into the sky.

Many fear the chaos,
give freedom away,
believe whatever
the media say.

Remember that tower?
there is higher power,
God has struck the hour.

Behind you,
behind you

The frustration!

Every time,
he looks around,
he doesn't see or hear a sound.

Reality knocks, the penny drops.

Or, are we all still shouting
behind you,
behind you?

Open up the word book,
What do you see?
Poem’s of the mind in 3d

A stream of consciousness on every page,
It’s your mind I wish to engage.

So put on your imaginary glasses, and have another look,
What stands up inside the poet’s book.

As the sediment of memory
settles on the river bed of the mind,
only a little is remembered of what gets left behind.

How I'd like to drill a core sample without getting clinical,
slice up that cylindrical.

Re-examine, re-discover the things I left behind.

One night it did occur,
Magic carpet's are real and true.

My mattress where I lay in slumber,
My dreams, my magic carpet ride.

While riding one night a thought did arise,
Dreams feature sunshine and light.

Dream light, I could not help theorize
upon a leaf would it
photosynthesize.

Thank you for all you gave,
I feel like I've been saved

The university of life
was worth the pain and strife

Every hard lesson
Now met with forgiveness

Even death now a friend
More to come? Or the end?

There are certain things
to which I will always be
sat upon the fence

My favourite sunset
my favourite poem
springs to mind
as my de-fence

Jumping for the
highest reach,
to a place never ventured.

A grain of salt appeared
centre of my palm,
it was all I needed
euphoria
and calm  

On arising, curiosity
got the best of me,
take it with
a grain of salt,
instant clarity.

The world is like a beehive
don't get to close
no dancing and no jive.

Feel the earth with those feet
gentle and calm
might get something sweet.

Now if you start prodding
paying no respect,
Those bees will take to the wing
You'r going to get a sting.

Mind is whirling
Just won't stop
What's taken a whip to this top?

Thoughts splatter to the sides,
Some good,
Some try to hide.

Something's coming
But when will it arrive?

Are we the dead
or are we alive?

Angels and a dolphin's tale,

From the heavens to the
bottom of the seas,

To the inner space
inside you and me,

A wonderful feeling
you'r presence cannot
be denied.

We
were
strangers
for far to long,

We
had ears
for the same song,

We
weren't sure
what was right,
but we knew what was wrong,

Good to know a place
to belong.

There's a much bigger picture
than we can see,

Tiny glimpses escape through the cracks
inspiring you and me,

One day we will bathe in an ocean of rapture because I've seen your face.

Dancing alone,
music takes me over,
no distractions,

At the right moment,
everything's transgressed,
time is someone else's concept.

I love
that you
love

The things
that you
love

Even if I don't

Could you do the same for me?

If yes

What great lovers
we
could
be....

Every thought,
every action,
every word said,

Not just in your head.

How will you rate,
the movie of your life?

Hidden and seen

Forgotten and remembered

Lucid thought, full stop fact

Time makes a fact
not a fact

Bearer of the branch
make dams for the lame.

If I could borrow your sorrow for a day.

Beauty is a fleeting moment
and then it's gone,

Let it go

Waiting

be patient

Waiting

She'll come back again.

The sweetest pill
with a bitter coating

Get through the hard part
then you'r floating.

Why would you do that?

Why would you do that
at all?

One day you'll feel
the lions maul

Well being
good health

Do unto others
what you would
to
yourself.

Stuck my head
through the hole to the other side

The mind takes a dazzling ride

Hold on to the golden memory

But
it
falls
to
the
bottom
like a dream now forgotten.

What is that flower I see?
While walking
Culloden pavilions

Sweet William
Sweet William
Sweet William

It may only be a flower
but it's story has power

to me
I see

Stinking Billy
Stinking Billy
Stinking Billy.

Brown conker shine
bluebell chime
snowdrops
drop

Yellow dandelion
roar

Feel the flame
of the snapdragon,
the brightness of
sunflower.

Can I have something
I haven't had so far?

Explore
explore
explore

Something no living being
has
had


Most fear it's name,
I call it's tune
on
a
full
waxing
moon.