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
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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
Monday Musing
Hi Pogue, Another letter of home thoughts from abroad. I’m still on the road and moving through Bhutan, a country that is a complete contrast to it’s close neighbour Nepal. There is a sense of serenity and order with none of the apparent signs of being underdeveloped or the overt poverty that I had witnessed … Continue reading Monday Musing
A Day In Kathmandu
I should have left my senses behind.So many colours even the rainbow will pale,So many scents seducing the unsuspecting desires, So many motorbikes ridden with reckless gleeSo many temples even omnipresence is pushed,So many gods, Shiva, Vishnu, Parvati, the whole crews in town,So many Buddas, Siddhārtha Gautama is relegated to division two,So much traffic making … Continue reading A Day In Kathmandu
I Just Dropped By
I just dropped by to sayFuck You!I’ve been meaning to do soFor quite a whileAnd because you know I’m not given to swearI hope you’ll feel the passionI hope you’ll know you’ve gone too farWay beyond the boundsAnd me?I grow in strength day by day,I’ve seen a better world,I’m practicing colouringBetween the lines,So my world … Continue reading I Just Dropped By
Saviours
I was slow to learnBut I’m thinking I am not alone,And when I came to knowIt was like, EYES WIDE OPEN!How did I miss that one?What just happened?I was so blind sidedFor in that momentI came to know that savioursTravel incognitoNot minding they go unrecognisedNor seeking glory and adoring praise,Rather quietly doing what they must … Continue reading Saviours
A Bird
There’s a bird I watch from my windowShe comes day after daySoaring on the up draughtsBorn of stormy windsNever fluttering a wingEasyQueen of the skyNot a care or concern can be seenAnd as Lawrence wrote “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself A small bird drop frozen dead from a bough without ever … Continue reading A Bird
Close our eyes
We could close our eyesBut would we have to stuff our ears?So the sounds can no longer be heard?And if we did not see,No longer heardThe bullshit that we’re fed as lifeWould we be able to be free,To flourish and grow unhindered.Would the past sink claws into our coatsDragging and clinging,Resisting possibilities of loss of … Continue reading Close our eyes
Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Another bit of nostalgia Pogue. All the way from the 80’s. Before you were even born😳! But this was a band I liked a lot at the time and for some strange, (sad?), crazy, nostalgic reason I found myself seeking out one of their songs this week. I never know where my brain gets its … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
It’s Not Your Fault
It’s not your fault,I know, I know,It’s not your fault,Yes I understand,It’s not your fault,I feel your pain,It was done to you when,You were, oh, so young,It was pain when you craved love,And the only light was dark,So you’ve sought so much help,To set you freeFrom what’s gone before,Brutal, callous, undeserved. But it is your … Continue reading It’s Not Your Fault
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