one persons life and liberty
is another persons opportunity to destroy

ferocious cruelty delivered each day
on the one planet known to nurture life

promoting something
because it seems important

a secret uncovered
an enlightenment of mind

an old wifes tale
some canned *******

the sending of vibe
from a vibrating vocal cord
hidden in the larynx

love is not a vacuum
love reaches in

a hand to wipe the sweat from your face
a word of encouragement

a poem on your lips
a listening ear

a gift of laughter
to laugh at yourself.

hunting freedom
tracking it down
when you finally find it
your finding freedom
was tracking you down

looking for the X
treasure buried deep

in the arms of love
- a cradled heart

calming all storms
answered prayers

your never alone
-galactic connections

a shared road
the journeying

day unto day
kicking up dust

spreading what the heart loves
amoung lovers

a chat with a best friend
one who loves

who understands
everything.

the pained ego

point of listening

who do you believe

breaking the chain
bursting the cycle
the bid for freedom

freedom to be
a follower
of Jesus

egocentric
self-centred

reaching out
reaching in

a shared affair
mind of a servant

humbly washing
others feet

when the moment comes
your moment, like all moments

you will be you
in all your tragedy experience

in all your hope
of deliverance

looking out from history
making a guess comes natural

the future is in flux
all the minute detail

blowing on dandelion seedheads
was an hourly affair

the doomsday clock
has always been ticking.

the invisible wind
plays her tunes
picks time and places

tiny tiny steps
walking on water

cradled womb
voice of silence

a fist full of expression
a hand up in the air

sign language
learned in the jungle

a skewed look
mouth wide open

one more for luck
one more for the road

the weaving of sound
in the ear

a tongue twisted
around a poem

one more for luck
one more for the road

each word universe formed
eons of eternity set down on a page
-worlds within worlds
silence the gentle wake of a stars supernova
all tongues quiet as mice.

months of black
reaping in the light

friends appear
like magic

Birds, Bees, Butterflies
fauna and flora

words strung together
a river to the ocean.

mashed memories
with hindsight

a lifetime lived
inbetween

a poets road
travelling light.

one song for breakfast
another for tea
last one for supper

itsdreamweavingtimeagain

a day for Butterflies
eratic dance

a heady mix of drinks
cocktail hour

abandonment to air
wings galore

a shadowed land
a sun trap

hand in hand
stardust

tip toe a silent walk
journey around the garden

gentle breath meets
gentle air

all the busyness
of Bees

a poets reap
a poets share.

wording to catapult
a treasure found

into the ears
out through the mouth

the power of flowers
where beauty displays
a scent on the air
-Bees lost in love

a set of 'Bongos' in your chest
mainly quietly keeping rhythum
until wham! bang! the opposite ***
got you playing all out of tune.

solitude is an oasis
a calm centre

a place of wonderment
a place of communion

a place of starlight
a place of peace

a place of stability
a place of surrender

a place of unending love
a place of forever.

asking for divine help
knowing it will be forthcoming
-be prepared to be surprised

heart speaks of what it is full of
if you want to know the truth of it

could you kiss a toad
hoping for a transformation
into a princess

word play is kinda fun
like fairytales messages

hidden but on view
a stories lesson

slowly falling to bits
skin settling on every surface

food for bacteria and others
to feast on the living dead.

plucking sounds from anything, everywhere
where nowhere sits still in the middle of a universe
-out of sight out of minds out of memories grasp
a bird sings for its love of singing
flies through one window and out another
if I cannot remember its song did it indeed sing
too distracted too busy to listen but my heart registered
the air movement across its broken mountains
the valley of life and death resonating with sounds of silence.

face to face blush
heart rush
a ****** red affair

waiting for the final door to open
to be gone from here
but much much more
-to arrive 'just through there'

filling up tomorrow
with all yesterdays

today comes around
with predictable ease

half way to paradise
half way to hell

a right turn here
a left turn there

love is radical
a choice made.

a sojourn into silence
a gift of words

seared, branded
white hot fire

a tongue loosened
a song sung.

a shaft of light
a spear to the soul

scales falling
eyes seeing

no going back

like most guardian angels
mine has had a torrid time
of things day in and day out

horrific is everyday for many
and many are its perpetrators
myriad ways horror manifests.

a blue ball surrounded by black
speckled with bonfires and barbecues
one hell of a party 'out there'

love always wants healing to take place
for the good of others
consequently ourselves
we are all 'other' healing into 'one another'

enjoy the grey
playing hide and seek
with the blue.

do not condemn yourself
you are not a judge

sure feel sorrow and
repent

even if you never grow
past your sin

repent always
Love waits an invite.

if not knowing is a permanent state
and its true I do know nothing

this being a natural way of understanding

-truth is to be enjoyed and peaceful acceptance
a normal everyday way of living.