What if,As the old lady knows,“All that glitters is gold”And she really is“Buying a stairway to heaven”? Now what if The stairway goes not up?Which down the ages was taught,Instead it goes downAnd heaven’s a decent?All the wishful thoughts of the yearsAre no more than just thatAnd wise people are deceived For heaven is not … Continue reading As The Old Lady Knows
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Guilt
I went to the park this morning To sit in the sun and enjoy the day But I struggled to find a bench Because they all seemed to be taken By men and women Not awaken from the night Still sleeping And when I finally found one I felt guilty about enjoying the day For … Continue reading Guilt
Complete
I sat at the gate As the sun filled the dawn Gentle on my face And I knew I was a part A part of the morning of the world, And all was at one, Too perfect to be good Nothing ruffled the ease that was And everything could be no more No more than … Continue reading Complete
Another Book
What if?Oh tell me, what if?God wrote another bookWhat if?What if, which ever one you readWhich ever one you declare divineInspired and inerrant Handed down from on highWhat if it was actually volume two? What if there is a single textA single textThat preceeds all held so highBy the self proclaimed chosen?What if all you … Continue reading Another Book
Poetry
There’s a poetry in the skiesAs the clouds go racing byGrey and whiteTorn by the bluster of the windSpat out and piling highThen scatteredDark over light Coming from afarWell writtenVerse over verseLine after lineGod has spokenIn iambic pentameter In rhythm In proseAn expression so wholeAs to tell the storyComplete for all to readEvery last detail … Continue reading Poetry
Meaning I Give You
Seeing you was both objective and subjectiveFor sure there you wereBut who and what you were in that momentWas determined and definedBy the meaning that I gave youFriend?Tormentor?Reason for hope?Harbinger of disillusionment?Lover?Possibility?So very much that dwells with meDefines who you areWho I perceiveWho I receive And how I will actSo much that lays withinWill change … Continue reading Meaning I Give You
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning
Sleep went to town this nightChoosing not to returnAnd I lay and askHave I been betrayed by sleep?Is the tenuous relationship we sharedFinally fractured?Have I been betrayed in favour of another?More attractive maybeMore generous in thanksOr a body more consumingWho even now laysWrapped for just this night In Elysian’s consuming embraceAt peace and freeFrom the … Continue reading It’s 3 o’clock in the morning
It Will Be Alright In The Morning
She cried unrelentinglyParalysed Unable to, unwilling to, not wanting toMoveEver againLet it end hereLet it end with the night skyBurning redWith the carcass of a buildingOnce called HomeWith the memories God let me keep the memories But let me not feelEverEver againLayingLookingUp at the starsMay this night never endLet the day no longer come Tonight … Continue reading It Will Be Alright In The Morning
Lost
Standing on the edge of the cliff The cliff of the familiarI gazed transfixed Into the unknownThe unexperiencedUnexplained and unrealisedAnd my soul was curious Longing for the tasteUnsure what it would beBreath became shortLimbs tensed expectantlyBut the creative moment awaitedBeckoning, callingThe territory of the poetThe artistThe traveller of imaginationThe prisoner of expectationWould I jump and … Continue reading Lost
The End
The end was inevitable From the very first dayThere could be no denyingNo illusion to slayNo escaping the endThat is always on its wayThe path could be variedWe knew not where it lay It wasn’t assuredIn fact unknown I’d sayBut there was one factThat it was on its wayWe lived with intentHard work and hard … Continue reading The End
Twinkle
Imagine you looked God straight in the faceAnd you saw a twinkle in Her eyeBemused you knew this look as mischief You wanted to understand why?But if you possessed all human wisdomWould the reason still pass you by?Or would you find your heart concernedJust maybe your beliefs are really a lie Imagine you were met … Continue reading Twinkle
The Most Difficult Of All Tasks
Pogue, A thought for this day. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks… the work for which all other work is but preparation, Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Rilke Maybe love is so different from what so many celebrate this day. Wic
It Would Be Enough
Two kites, Red kites,PirouetteMagnificent and masterful,Outside my windowAnd if,Laying on this bed,I could see no more,This would be enough.Enough to rekindle the knowledge,The knowledge of magic,The assuringThat beauty still existsThat something lingersBetween God and manAnd we are not aloneA statement of possibilitiesOf intentOf a higher callingAnd I smile.
Monday Musing
Walking the wet whipped beach,Following thoughtRunning from memoryThat dogs the days,Dismal and deceitfulHarbinger of guilt,Turning my face into the windFeeling it’s abrasive embraceCreating tear filled eyes,Peering out across the restless waterTorn as if in torment,Lashing out,Fury falling forlorn On sand,And me lost,Longing for peaceAlone at the waters edge,Lost and aloneExcept for gullsWho care not for … Continue reading Monday Musing
Wild
Wind and rain,Crashing waves,Wild seaScreeching spinning gullsBerserkers everyone,Wild windTearing at the beachCarrying spray like darts,Pounding noiseRelentlessNumbingly repetitive Yet wild and boundless,Beyond challengeUntamed,Defiant,Seaweed cast Like unbound hairIn tanglesKnotsCarelessly strewnOn the tormented beach,Canvas of chaosWild landscapeShort lived recordOf the commencement,Of the terminal moment,Of time,DystopianAnd…wild
Virginity
There are many virgins in the world,Inexperience disguised as plausible innocenceHolding back possible experience,Pushing back against progress,Against the enrichment of our lives.Life is put off and time is lost,Fear, that impostorBecomes entrenched and grows,It’s grip increasing the denialOf enriching lives.And you?You think of the giving of a body,Me?I’m thinking of the giving of a mind,The … Continue reading Virginity
Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
La La La La La LaLa La La La La La I heard the Sirens singThe mesmerising call of my OdysseyLike a line attachedAnd drawing me, drawing me, in La La La La La LaLa La La La La LaOh Odysseus you walked a blades sharp edgeYou gave to your desiresYet remained unfulfilledTormented and tauntedTied … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
I Forget
I forget more than I rememberSometimes genius is lost along the pathAs I wander with no particular directionThrough the woodsAnd through my thoughtsThere’s so much I want to knowTo untangle with my mindBut a creature on the path breaks my attentionAnd the thread is snatched away Like a kite freed on the windI no longer … Continue reading I Forget
Three Miles Out
Three miles out and caught on the wind,Drifting,Drifting as serenely as a cloud,Harmless,Peaceful,Yet filled with potentialThe potential of a malevolent stormThe potential to surpass expectationThe potential to be transformedFrom serenity to chaos,Resting sure in this knowledge of subdued power,The prospect of things not yet seen in me,To rip through the complacency,Smiling in unrepentant joySo self … Continue reading Three Miles Out
Code
SometimesYour beliefsYour integrityYour codeIs of greater valueThan the pressureThe gainThe popularityOf change SometimesAlways
Well Practiced Witch
A well practiced witch could guide youThrough the labyrinth of your despairBringing you to a placeWhere your soul sojourns in blissThen with eyes clenched shutYou’d no longer tinge with painAll that clasped and hungOn the life you longed to buildThe enigmatic route to peaceLong sought by celestial beingsWill break forth at dawnTo eclipse the sunTo … Continue reading Well Practiced Witch
The Russians Went To War
The Russians went to warAnd here I amSittingOn a bench in the parkOutside the cafe on a sunny dayAnd a gentlemanA Russian gentleman has askedIf he can share the tableI see no tanksI hear no artilleryNo planes in the skyI think it’s safeSo ”Yes Sir you may sit”.The Russians went to war,We sit in silenceWatching … Continue reading The Russians Went To War
Amsterdam
Amsterdam,First impressions,The pungent aroma of smoked weed,The heady vapor, The suicide cyclistsIn kamikaze formations,The apparent abscence of brasTrying not to notice,Perhaps this is freedom? Perhaps.
I Touched Perfection
From the west the wind did blowSo my kite I determined to fly,And the sun condescended to smileOffering to make the day perfectWhilst I stood with line in handAllowing myself to be captivatedBy the gyrating dance in the sky aboveTo be transported from the worldTo a place between earth and heaven,Is this purgatory?Is this paradise?This … Continue reading I Touched Perfection
Died This Week….
William Blake, died 12 August 1827.
Nothing
I want for nothingDespite what you tell meI know not hungerNor feel the coldMy clothes are adequateFor many occasionsI have choiceIndeed I am blessedAnd for pleasuresBooksCoffeeWineWith simple open conversationIn the eveningAs we count the stars
A Poet
There is a seam of goldThat I’m learning to mineIt will need some workAs I’ve not thought this wayBut I’ve come to knowThat approval is found in poemsThat attention is a dying artIt’s craftsman are a fading breedAnd so a short and pithy poemIs all most thinking people needI write my thoughtsIn letter formAnd publish … Continue reading A Poet
Poem
There’s a poem on the breezeThat’s reaching out to youReaching out to meAnd it’s telling us a taleOf a time yet to comeWhen we’ll lose our every judgementSee the world with new eyesWe’ll understand each other’s storyA history we need to hearSo we’ll start from understandingAnd possess a driving need to knowReflecting what we’d have … Continue reading Poem
The Trees
The trees don’t care If I run through them stark nakedWith my arse all bareThe trees just smileWhen I continue walking all dayFor far too many a mileThe trees never mindWhen I hide in the woodsBecause the world’s so unkindThe trees share the breezeWhen my soul is undoneAnd I’m needing some easeThe trees are a … Continue reading The Trees
This is the Poem
This is the poem that changed the world,This is the poem that made men thinkAnd questioned all they could possibly do,These are the words that laid bare the truthThen the truth did what only it doesAnd the cracks began to appearMaking wise men smile for the time has come,When all will be laid bareAnd all … Continue reading This is the Poem
Letters To Pogue 
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