Yesterday
The daylight of yesterday
Rubbing against my shoes
On this absolute street
Of vodka and lime
Half drunk as a full moon
My glass shatters on the yellow lines
My suit is stitched
The voices trying to get through the cracks
Of this traffic light earthquake
The cars motionless
Strangers decoyed into grey
A who done it?
Sky parched
Like ancient parchments
The papyrus in the library of Alexandria
Burning
For all of time to imagine
What if?
Depends where you stand
The rain beats down on city streets
An orchestra plays its metaphorical tune
Man stands firm against the coming stars
You can’t help but doubt the truth we have created
As the misty windscreen howls into eternity
A minute for one love is a lifetime for passing meteors
Blinded by the sun and an old man’s chair
Rocking against the wooden floorboards of certainty
Into the night into the surreal global theatre
The unknowable has covered dawn
The car lights have faded away
Flowers bloom in the green
People cluster in the shelter
Tinged with sadness and life
Opening in the altar of tarnished dreams
The constellations rocket into the black lagoon
Her lipstick red
The sky blue
My urges extreme
Nevertheless
Animalistic
Apples bobbing on the water
A new kind of war
World War 3 is happening now!
It’s happening in the bedroom.
It’s happening in the kitchen.
The war between the left the right,
The wrong the right,
All these different social groups fighting each other.
You ask when will it end?
And I say, when people start living their individual lives,
We’ll have some peace at last,
A more caring world!
The cuckoo clock
Long live the cuckoo clock
When the mad inherent the earth
We’ll have some sort of reality
Long live the cuckoo clock
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
There is no rationality
In an irrational world
Behold the sands of mimicry
Bang the drum
Bang the drum
The English sung
The English sung
Queen Boudicca
Queen Boudicca
Kick them out
Kick them out
Have the Romans come?
Have the Romans come?
Behold the sands of mimicry
Behold the sands of mimicry
An anthropomorphic world
What’s true for one person
Is not true for an other person
And what is true is not actually true
It is a metaphor
Created in an anthropomorphic world
Maybe the ants think they are the kings of the Earth
And we to them are pieces of manure
Outsiders
I feel like a stranger in this city
The place I grew up in
Lived in all my life
I don’t really know anyone
And no one knows me
The trees stand more welcoming
At night the streetlights shine on my road
There are millions of people
Rushing this way and that
To work, to home, to entertainment
They seem to pass each other on the street
Unaware that they’re outsiders
A melting pot of difference
A game of Solitaire
Cities claim to be modern
Progressive from old village life
But are we just mouse traps
Machines in an experiment?
Having to invest in clothes and food
Work to make money
To spend it on the same things we work on
Nightclub music banging in your ears
A multiverse of cultures screaming at each other
When the farmer rises at daybreak
Spends all day in the fields
He eats his own food
Ploughs his own fields
Knits his own clothes
By the sunset of his own life
Maybe he is more happy?
The simple life
The stars his friends
Some village folk to talk to
The owls big eyes
Who notices all
Clapping against the window pane
Of illusions
The meaning of stars
During the day
The sun gives life to Earth,
Light.
At night
The sky is full of stars,
Dead suns.
We see them
It takes millions of light years
For them to reach us
They represent hope
Life
To keep going
Who knows where we’d be without them
In total blackness
Tinged with melancholy
Shining brightly like diamonds
We are free
Momentarily
Forever
They are from our past
Reminding us to keep the dream alive
That our memories are still going strong
Alive within ourselves
In the multilingual sky
?
When will humans become more humble?
When will the other animals rule their Earth?
Is this only our point of view?
Are we not living?
Are the animals laughing at us?
Are we slaves to the Earth?
Must we live alongside nature?
‘’Sing to me, O Muse…’’
As I kiss the colours of the seas
The blues, the greens, the pearls of wisdom
As ancient as the universes
And as life affirming as the stars
A woman smoking in the street looks at me
With eyes of kindness, messages of hope
Matured in the falling rain
Smiling with all the love of the centuries
I will never see her again
But with that one moment
I felt free, I felt loved
With all the beauty of the choruses and all the flights of the doves
I can not describe it exactly
So I’ll go back to the vastness of the seas
The deep, wide, birth of humanity
Our significance in all the mysteriousness
‘’Sing to me, O Muse…’’
I feel so alive
I feel so alive
In the darkest of moments
I feel like I have touched the stars
In the grip of death
I feel I want to live so much more
In this momentous universe
I feel I don’t want to let go
In this beautified dream
I feel I want to shine forever
In solitude and hope
A short poem
A short poem
Is like a bullet
A nuclear explosion
A pariah
A messiah
All rolled into one
A powerful entity
Sleeping peacefully
By the shores of speech
Inspired by Albert Camus
In the midst of unbelievable suffering
There lay within me an unbelievable hope
As the ship which cuts into the wild sea
Defeats it with its prowess
So the lion is tamed
So I become master of my destiny
Sylvia, A woman in a man’s world
Her wooden instrument like tentacles
Attaching to Titanic trees every time
A rebirth of hollow noise and need
Full as shattering glass seas
Plates interplanetary
Pitchforked blood stainless
Seamless thighs
Death disrobed for womanhood
Mobbed by endless beauty
The octopus sinking
Word like suicide tamed
In the night of men
The gas tank train ride spent
Last vowels forming
Disemboweled
Mimicking she fun tethered
Trans Jupitered to the bed
Sheets as worn as song milk
Existence potent as poison
Gender neutral prisoner returns
Her magical run on her stockings
Hocus pocus New Yorker world
Sylvia, in a universal free wheeling girl’s girl
Sylvia, how much fun did you have?
Sylvia, how much love did you yearn?
Comic book madness
English levy, heaven or hell?
Sylvia, a woman in a man’s world
Sylvia, did he ever see you churn?
The whip cracks
The bowl turns
Soldier arched
Trenches learn
Sylvia, did your poetry rule the world?
Sylvia, did you earn every word?
Shell shocked
Oysters
Sperm
Wails
Whales
Whales
Whales
Whales
Sylvia, do they rock your world?
Rise like the sun
When you’re at the bottom of the pit
And your life has gone to hell
As if stuck in a wishing well
There is only one way to go
To rise
Climb that mountain
Reach the top
Show the world you conquered them all
Dear…
To all the groups who have been dominating
All these years
It’s not your world anymore
A new world is coming
Called freedom
For every individual
Lost in your
Dire straits
People have figured out your games
Your lies
A new world is coming
Life
To be lived
Under no ones control
Reality
A destined star
Of hate
And love
A new world is coming
Without generalisations
A new world is coming
Can you hear the thunder?
Can you see the rain?
Feel the sunshine?
On the road
No more blaming
Reality
A destined star
Of hate
And love
Only responsible for your personal life
Kind regards
Me
The knock on effect
This city is like a film
Being watched in the cinema
A surreal explosion of words
Worlds unlike our unknown
Taking us for granted
Reeling us in
To their magical hold
Why?
Why don’t the dead in the cemeteries rebel?
Why don’t they rise up against their masters?
Raise this universe to the ground?
Greet their loved ones with a smile?
The true artist
The true artist is nature
Not the pen
The brush
The sword
The true artist is nature
A blue saxophone sky
Sun filled bow
Olive oil sea
Rainbow heart
God
Do we create our own play?
Are we the actor in the main part?
Solving the world’s problems?
Answering people’s prayers?
The landing of Words
We appeared out of the clouds like Gods
Into the Angelic sky
Distant Sunshine echoing
Trails of Smoke pouring
Togetherness in a Pagan dream
Crying out for the landing of Words
The eternal moment
Life’s about living the eternal moment
Never looking back
Or forward
Riding the waves
To freedom
The world is at war
The world is at war
The forests are on fire
My life is a struggle
Against my fellow man
Inside me life is burning bright
Like a sun giving life to earth
Maybe there is still hope?
Plaything
As the riddle shows,
How fake it is this plastic,
This mangled doll,
Left out on the line to dry.
Will you play with it no more?
When the dinosaurs become extinct,
Still wet from the meteorites,
Plummeting down to earth.
Collecting dust,
Wasting away in the attic,
Holding onto the hope,
That one day it will come to life.
Oh I need some lovin/ Only the stars remain forever bound
Oh I need some lovin
I need a woman to treat me kind
This river is seabound
I hope it takes me to the end of the line
Oh I need some lovin
In a world that gives me hell
It aint easy to try
When the words have gone again
And the world keeps turning round
Only the stars remain forever bound
And the world keeps turning round
Only the stars remain forever bound
Oh I need some lovin
Oh I need some more time
Oh I need some lovin
Only the stars remain forever bound
Only lonely hearts are found
Between the silence and the sound
Only the stars remain forever bound
Stuck
A life half stuck in the past
Half stuck in the present
Has no future
When the animals reclaim the Earth
When the animals reclaim the Earth
Things will be beautiful and clean
Blue skies inherent
Green fields
Glorious sunshine
Peace and thunder and rain
Air to breath
When the animals reclaim the Earth
Humanity will end
Look forward to the comets flying over the ocean
A humble beginning for every new born
Loving the ones next to you
And not this silver screen dream
After thousands of years of slavery
When the animals reclaim the Earth
I will finally go outside
And cry
Laugh and sing at how amazing life is
What a gift this world is
How much humans destroyed it
And themselves out of stupidity
When the animals reclaim the Earth
There’ll be no left wing or right wing politics
Political correctness or know it all bravado
They’ll be no correctness
Just the natural flow of the rivers towards the forever engulfing seas
No more rockets into space to search for ourselves
Nuclear bombs will be replaced by mushrooms and clouds
The break up
On the mountain peaks,
The snow is rising upwards.
Diving into the sky,
A blue mile of heaven.
White as the sheets,
She left me lying in.
By the solitary hour,
The room as lonely as a phone call.
Left off the hook,
Her perfume ascends from the street below.
Getting ready for Christmas,
New Year, marriage and all the norms.
There is a knock on the door,
My one hand hanging from the cliff inside my heart.
The clock face shattered,
By the broken visage.
The drum roll restless,
The final curtain lets the daylight in.
A lost hotel
The sun touches my face,
In a city full of hate,
A warm embrace,
Amongst mechanical noise,
My spirit rises to the clouds,
In a blue mood,
Of a lost hotel,
In the mountains of my heart,
I venture on to emptiness,
Love and truth,
Swimming with the sharks of time,
Floating in the sky,
Winged misfortune,
Like a purple dove,
Longing for some peace.
The Stoics
To live
Is to breath
Put one step forward
Be happy with who you are
Alone
Lost
An individual
Free
Surrounded by planets
Individual
I have suffered
They have done me wrong
But I have stood the test of time
I have lived my life right
Me and me alone
Evolutionary trap
We evolved from
Fish
to
Birds
to
Monkeys
to
Humans
What next?
Robots?
Superman?
Or the primordial hum of the sea?
Look out you cool kids
The tsunamis are coming
The 1 2 3 4 paradox
One. The empty unknown mysterious black universe,
Two. The distant surreal fire of the glaring sun,
Three. The near fantasy gift impossible image of a bright sunny earth,
Four. A dream within a dream within a dream within a dream…
Lift off
Heads or tails?
The mountains tower over the city,
A testament to man,
His place in this universe,
Like a flip of a coin,
Heads or tails?
Only the lucky survive.
Winter sun
When the sun appears
Ever so often
In winter months
It reminds me
Of my youth
That golden moment
Which touched eternity
And danced with the stars
Modernity with a twist
A woman giving birth.
The power of ten atomic bombs.
World War Three.
Space travel.
All reasons to be cheerful,
When the mad inherit the earth.
The lunatic asylums will be full of vermin,
A plague of words will begin.
Artificial Intelligence,
A contradiction in terms.
‘’Computer: What does this poem mean?’’
The belly button of the world
The belly button of the world,
The pregnancy of knowledge,
The birth of truths.
The infancy of practice,
The childhood of faith,
The adulthood of uncertainty.
The old age of acceptance,
The death of absolution,
The belly button of the world.
We are all poets
To write poetry is one of the most beautiful things in the world,
To express one’s own personal feelings,
To touch other people inside,
To show life in a completely new way,
This is what we must all strive for.
New cities will rise up,
Here where we stand,
New people will laugh,
There where they cry,
We are all poets in the midst of creation.
The meaning of life
The meaning of life.
What is the meaning of life?
All but a world within a world within an infinity of worlds.
Born not of this earth,
Willing to travel to the farthest reaches.
Stop at the closest refreshing waters.
Hold on to the past and the shores of discovery.
Make up the present and the duality of man.
Look forward to the future, drink from this cup.
Sing about truths in the deepest of caves.
Trust the echoes that reverberate around the mist.
The calling of natures flying birds.
The touch of a lemon in the quietest of lands.
All give meaning to the meaning of life,
But not a soul to be found, lost to the flight, deep in the temple, god-like.
Dancing to the rhythm
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
Dancing to the rhythm of this imaginary world
Dancing to the rhythm of the imaginary music
Dancing to the rhythm
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
Like sparks igniting the fire inside
The warmth of the summer still burning
In early September and the Spring to another world
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
A Nietzschean dream, a maddening star
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
Each one a miracle, independent from afar
The pendulum
The pendulum swings left to right
Left to right
As I sit in the void of truth
Striking my heart in the shade
Open to various viewpoints
In the mystical arena
The extremists bathe in sunlight
Making noise in the political spectrum
Only the rain can save them now
So they can taste the forbidden fruit
In this gladiatorial contest
The spectators look on thumbs up and thumbs down
The city is alive
Cities are alive
They are alive with tall buildings
They are alive with fast cars
Alive with strong coffee
And constant noise
Cities are traffic lights changing
And busy streets rumbling
Shopping districts roaming
The smell of tarmac
On the tip of my tongue
And words
Glorious words
Leaving this earth
Like a cinema screen
Dreamlike and surrounded by citizens
Descending across bridges
River bound
Ascending to the skies
To the limit of their strange lives
A mutual attraction
To the concrete
And the beast within
The city is alive
And moves like a mechanical animal
Building its nest
For its new born offspring
As the buses fly along
The temperamental road lines
Searching for their prey
And their new found freedom
A city full of millions
In a city full of millions
How can there be so much loneliness?
So many people
Yet so few words
Everyone eager to succeed
To compete
To become the greatest
Forgetting the meaning of life
The friendliness of nature
As a river divides us in two
Binding us to the soil of the earth
Awakening the solitary buildings
And the train tracks to nowhere
My final day on the island
The final day on the island
Feels like a curse
And a blessing
To have lived away from
The stressful rich city
For so long
And to have lived as
Free as a pauper
For a change
The human condition
Do not philosophise the truth
There is none
Do not politicise the apolitical
They are creatures of habit
The road ahead
Is a never ending long one
The sky above
Is both delusion and dream
Generations
The ancient
With the modern civilisation
The old town
With the new
Past
Memory
Present
Future
Older people
The younger generation
Walking in their footsteps
Mixing dream
With readiness
About to break forth
Into the world
Like a sucker punch
Of gigantic proportions
Freely
Early morning
I sit on a bench
In front of me the shore
Windy waves hitting the coast
With a fresh clash
Today a cloudy day
Sunshine sometimes appears
On either side mountains
A castle carved in rock
Observing the greeny blue sea
Gusts ringing in my ears
The beach deserted
Sand resting beneath my sandals
A bird flies off freely
Children walk from school
Coffee shops smell of summer
A few cars loiter
I can’t stop this feeling of emptiness
But I am reminded by the transcendence
Of nature
All around
Alone
I am alone on the beach
The sea is alone
The sun stands alone
A sky lonelier than the universe
Makes me feel less alone
And that I belong somewhere important
Reaching out to the waves of time
Amongst the lonely miracles
And the simplicity of life
Calling me
A war of words
A loud scream appears
Disappears into nowhere
As I walk back from the beach
The Greek fighter jets chase
The Turkish fighter jets
Into the clear blue sky
As deep and wide as the sea
A box of magic tricks
A war of words
Anonymous
Those dark ladies
Those ladies of the night
They are outcasts of society
But believe me they know how to shine
And bring a smile to your face
Guide the ship home
Through the stormy weather
Like far off galaxies
They are the whole sky
In all its glory
Even in daylight
They work their tricks
And when the rain stops pouring
Sunlight takes hold of the bow
Plunging into the blue sea
Refreshing the white sails
Never ending crossing forth
Mountainous paths of my mind
Never ending crossing forth
To reach this small village
With the bench by the fountain
The life affirming garden
And the cottage resting
Close to my spirit
Never ending crossing forth
Mountainous paths of my mind
Schism
Sitting in a Greek cafe
Modern music playing
It is morning
I drink a cold coffee
In the shade
Of my life
Cars drive past
Birds sing
Old tunes
Sunlight all around
This heatwave
In early June
I feel my mind
Is breaking apart
All the different
Things I observe
Create a schism
Of various feelings
And sounds
Smells
Sights
What is a mental illness?
But society’s creation
Of something unfounded
Getting ready to be discovered
In the cold rain
Inanimate objects
Telephones are lonely
Pebbles on the beach are holy
Swimming pools are empty
Window panes are excited
Garden spades are free spirits
Beds are untouched
Tables are hungry
Roads are universal
Street lights are passionate
Record players are melancholic
Chairs are forgiving
Floor boards are singing
The whole of human history repeats itself
Like inanimate objects
Rain pours outside
I sit in the brick house
Reading a poetry book,
The radio is on
The TV is off
Sixties music plays softly.
Rain pours outside
When it should be sunny spring
At this time of year
Reflecting the way I feel inside.
Do I have the courage to go out
And face myself?
I stand up and
I walk around the brick house
Agitated, getting ready for something.
I put on my raincoat
Peer out of the window
Look at my shoes
Waiting at the front door.
Suddenly it stops raining,
I can’t hear the radio from here,
Nor the sound of the raindrops on the window pane anymore,
The poetry book is left open with an uncertain future.
Poetry in motion
The most poetic moment
Two runaway military horses
Gallop freely across central London
One black as night
One white as peace
The people suspended in disbelief
Traffic left frozen and broken
Shops emptied of noise
Hooves carrying on to unity
As this surreal moment
Sends shock waves as
To what it means to be alive
In the great scheme of things
Like thunder
They drove on
Breaking the silence
Of humanity’s spectacle
Conquering the sky
And beauty
Everlasting moments
Television
The television sets are
Alive
Alive with desire
Desire is the norm
In the normal world
Inhibitions roam free
Sex with beautiful women
By the crazy coconut tree ha ha he he
The mad pavement breaks my fall
The beat crackles on the lonesome street
Banging like a drum of a peaceful war
There are so many sides against each other
So many reasons to go completely mad
I lose count of a meaning behind this chaos
The pavement erupts like lava flowing from volcanic cars
Only the smoke alleviates suffering
Only this alienation helps my cause
Know that they are God, bow to thee, kiss their feet
They descend like suns
Into the modern world
Taking over everything
As locusts live for the green fields
Now everyone knows you
But you don’t know yourself
Everyone decides for you
You don’t decide for yourself
They shine on the cities of fear
Light up the factories
Chaining out production
Smoke ascending to sky
Help the people sunbathe
Relax before their night out
Drink till they drop
Like sacrificial lambs
You have no words no more
They are your words
No life no feeling
No means of an end
No start of your story
Effervescent
Know that they are God
Bow to thee
Kiss their feet
Jump into their fire
Become anonymous
The arrogance of it all
The eternal punishment
The stench will live on long after we’re gone
Humanity will disappear
At this rate it already has
We are like empty bottles being knocked over by the wind
Half drunk
Playing with the moonlight
And some memory of what could have been
Each an individual
Each a stepping stone
Alone, Cursed
Longing to be loved
Amongst the garden of flowers
The small pond adversary
Truth, mediocracy
Hate
Mighty jungle for the void
Spaces depart in dying suns
As time erupts inside me
Like bubblegum stuck on my shoe
I keep chewing the gutter
Sad and dreamlike rain
Falls over me
Spaceship adrenaline on toast
There is no way out of this hate
Like dominoes like bowling
The people topple my feeling
As roses bloom with wine
Drink drink
They say to me
Forget forget
Space
Time
We are one in a million
Destinies
If only I never went through
The tyres screeching across the devils tarmac
Tracing the atmosphere
Lusting for life
At the start the runners are ready
On your marks…
Hate
Break the vinyl record of your favourite artist
The streams of life
The streams of life
Burn like shells
Across the coast
Where lonely people come to dwell
Looking for love
And a veiled woman
Playing with toy cars
In an adults playground
I am swinging from the trees
Like the lord of the apes
Tarzan
Where are you Jane?
Lady I have been looking for
All my life
Alone by the coast
Waiting each morning to set sail
Begin my journey
Only to keep waiting
Waiting for her
Staring into the abyss
As the sun sets
The whole scenario repeats itself
Like a play on broadway
The next morning
A holy coffee
Daybreak
This is the revenge of the nuns
All alone in the nunnery
Picking up worms like birds
Reaching for the steeple
This is a crossword puzzle
On a solitary train
A woman crosses her legs
I think I’m in love
The utterances have spoken
Better to be noticed
Chained to the hunger for more
As the lions devour the preaching
And the shelter
Amen for more
Sinner by my side
Past so golden
Give me life
Waiting for this ideal beauty
Purpose
The phone is ringing
Endlessly
Good dream or bad?
Amongst the pastures
Of the colonial sea
There is war and then there is… the poetry inside
Trust no one to take you there
Only yourself can take you down that road
Don’t follow the traffic that gathers together
Stalling you and stopping you from fulfilling your wellness
Along the road of dreams
Neither awake nor asleep
But with the half light
The remembering of the dead
The lost by the coast
The mad in the mental hospital
About to set off
On your latest adventure
A smile on your tortured face
Gallons of freedom in this here mile
Millennia upon millennia of hope
A gathering of dust in the miracles of time
How precious life is
Just think of that next time you look up at the heavens
And forget the hell below
At the Hellespont
The schism was born
Where East divided West
Man fought over man
Cries can be heard in the ashes
The thunder of hooves and clash of metal
Ringing in your ears
Like an earthquake breaking the earth in two
We can only escape through theatre
Can only live our lives
Amongst the shadows long forgotten
Replacing them with fear
And the poetry inside
Bought and sold
I remember it like it was yesterday
My youth
As smoke leaves this factory
Mixing with the whole universe
We’re packaged and repackaged
Sent out into the world
On the last day of school
Told to dream like the famous folk
Who haven’t a clue how to live in our fortitude
But who knows?
Fuck them!
I don’t need this shit anymore
There’s billions of stars up in the sky
Which have more meaning and beauty
Then the whole man made world
The sun it will always shine
The rain will always hit the window pane
Out there in the distance thunder will roll
And if one day I die
At least I knew the truth of the world
And I belong to it
In a glorious way
The twin
It’s so windy outside
It can take you for a ride to other cities
Where people have the same problems
The same fears
As you
Like twins
That never meet each other
Here we are thinking we are the only ones suffering
When the whole world’s the same
The whole universe is about chaos
Birth and rebirth
An odyssey that never ends
Computer Age 2024
Forget the Ice Age!
Forget the Iron Age!
Forget the Space Age!
This is the Computer Age!
Stop looking at the internet.
There’s a whole world out there…
There’s a whole world in this room…
Waiting to be lived
The journey
When you feel good
It feels like your flying
That the whole world is endless
Time never ends
Across the moors
I hear a gunshot
It is the beginning of winter
The slow walk through the beaten track
But I have learned so much
Through my suffering
Become a greater person
In my own eyes
All the tears lost to the rain
Have become oceans
New cities to journey to
Even in darkness I am guided by these stars
Famous dreams
The dreams of the famous
Are like the dreams of anyone else
Late at night
Snoring
Maybe a bit drunk
Tired of life
But relaxing
Passed out in bed
Smiling
Expecting so much
Reaching out to glory
Worldwide admiration
A big fat dollar bill
Only to wake up in the morning
With a hangover
A bad toilet manner
Stumbling downstairs
A coffee
Half an hour later another coffee
Stronger this time
Opening the fan mail sticking out the front door
Only to discover it is an ad for retirement plans
Old peoples homes
The table starts to dance
The mirror is laughing at you
Falling in love forever
If I ever fall in love with a hooker
I would fall in love forever
Across that platonic nationless sky
Where war does not exist
People never go hungry
Or fight over money
Over what is right and what is wrong
If I ever fall in love with a hooker
I would fall in love forever
Because she belongs to the street
And the absolute night
The alleyways I get lost in all my life
A sensation of living life on the edge
This dream within a dream within a dream of desire
Roar into the void
Roar into the void
Stay into the night
Take it all with you blindly
Closer to midnight
Search for the emptiness
Never collapse at the pain
Miss the wars reignited
That took it all away
Fight into the daydreams
That belong to no one
Tear the seams united
From this dying sun
Roar into the apocalypse
That is your only hope now
From this godly silence awakened
And deathly life we love
Dance for the struggles
That make you the man you are
Roar into the void
Justify your white doves
Believing in something to the book
The Ancient theatre stirs
Onlookers look on
The Earth split With
Those who believe
Those who don't believe
In this transient belonging
Those who don't want to know
Those who will never know
The actors poise
For tragedy For
Comedy Sometimes both
Depending where you stand
Laughter rains from above
Zeus exists
Inside us
A turtle slowly continues its marathon
to the beach
Where it will sunbathe
Shell intact
The whole world is watching it
A celebrity
We the audience
Take our seats
The play has begun
Under Ancient skies
Lights
The city with all it’s charm
Cinemas and theatres
And modern cappuccinos
Long lit streets at night
Shopping districts
And high class hotels
That’s why they call it bright light city
Is nothing compared to the country
A field in the middle of nowhere
The stars at night
In total blackness
Could light up any heart
Sing any tune
Remember anyone
Control
If people can't control you
They control themselves
And that is the most difficult thing of all
Walking down the crowded street
The winds of tension
Rub past me
Like a cat
Prowling for a mouse
Or a bird or two
Who knows where I’d be
If my life took a different path
Maybe I wouldn’t be a poet
But just another sucker in love
With this imaginary world
Where have I gone?
Where have I gone?
This man I was
Strong and full of life
A woman beside me
Loving me
Knowing happiness
And the distant sun
Climbing her peaks
As melting hearts
Form into glaciers
Frozen by her loss
Soothing voice
And snowy eyes
The man I was
Is still here
Older than the universe
War and Peace
Across the waves of war
Surge the waves of peace
One in opposition to the other
Ticking like a clock inside us
Leaving us off balance
Sometimes one dominating the other
Other times at a level playing field
As a beach ball is thrown into the sunder
We float on the water timelessly
Lying in wake for a new born
The ageing fire inside
Suffering takes me
To undisclosed locations
Where my hands feel nothing
But my own body
Numb and devoid of hope
Like the grey skies overhead
Wishing for sun beams
To lighten my heart
And this solitary road
Inside my homeliness
If someone lays beside me
It is only their calming voice
Which seizes me
Like a torment
A passionate embrace
That meant something decades ago
Now lost
As when childhood rose like smoke
From the ashes of this ageing fire
I die over and over in a lonely dream
My life
Your life is yours for the living
Take it
You own it no one else
Don’t waste your life
Allowing people to drive you mad
Telling you who you are
They don’t know you
They never will
Your individuality is a gift
Be strong
Be yourself
Only you know who you are
Live
Happiness will follow
How I want to live my life
I want to be as free as a bird
Fly and roam
Across the raging sunset
And my beauty inside
Peace exists in the struggle
Between man and woman
Take me back
To when I was a child
Innocence
Only existed then
Now I am wiser
Like a thorny rose
Which I give to my true love
She is Mother Earth
Trying hard not to get stung
By the nature of the bees
Oh the depths of the mysteries
Oh the depths of the mysteries
The memories so warm and light
Left behind in this universal blackness
Shining like the stars tonight
You are somewhere beyond the galaxies
Smiling like that moment of time
Lost as a sun which left this space
Haunting me by the riverside
What is love?
Love is simple
Love is simply
Not having to figure something out
Open and pure
Like a raging current
As gentle as the homely rivers
And as wild as the blue sea
It is not absolute
But something beyond time
Beyond words
A feeling
A belonging
That brings two people closer together
It is not a belief
A system
An idea
But completely natural
Like the leaves falling in autumn
The cold snow in winter
Birds in flight at spring
The warmth of the summer sun
It is as uncatchable as the mysteries of the universe
A butterfly evading a net
A war drum singing its last tune
Death and life are its closest friends
And allies
Knowledge never tasted as sweet
As the sight of land
The distant cry of home
An embrace
Amongst the mountains of our hearts
Questions and Answers
Why do I hurt so much?
Why do I cry?
What makes me so lonely?
What makes me try?
Is it a feeling of helplessness?
Is it the sky so blue?
The sun shining fleetingly?
A woman not kissing my truth?
Is the world a confusing place?
Are the oceans deep?
Do the stars shine just for me?
Is all there is war and peace?
Can the air be as transparent as us?
Are we longing to be free?
Must we suffer to be alive?
Are we stronger than the trees?
Questions and answers mean nothing to me
As true as the dunes of light
Shimmering forever in awkward moments
Taking hold of our plight
Wine
I drink wine
Through the rivers of my discontent
Like tourist buses travelling on the water
Holy but not religious
Natural as the immortal trees
Yawning like the lions of the coffee shops
Mysterious and wild
Leaving my cup by the side of the road
Enjoying the jungle of the street lights
And that beautiful woman in my life
Flowing like the blue sky to distant continents
Where the sun shines for peace
As wild as the night
As forgotten as the dawn
Restless and joyful
Full of the moon and the deep
Taking me to dusk
Like a trailer park poet
Loved and transient
Appearing drunk at the altar
Of time
In time
I’ll be free of myself
And give her valentine flowers
Pre nup
The human denies itself on this earth
Not because it is destructive
But because it denies it is an animal
The most self destructive act
In the whole of the kingdom
We call the universe
Face the fact we are animals
And the marriage will be a long one
At the moment
It feels like we are calling the divorce lawyers
Each and every day
The deluded arrogance of knowing too much
But really knowing too little
How simple
How different life would be
If we accept that
Our insignificance
I look out of my window
At the man made world
Trees seem insignificant
Birds as fragile as dust
Humans drag coffee to unknown places
Cars storm past the moors of our concrete
But somewhere
There past that giant building
A storm is blowing
A cat is singing
The sun is living
Our insignificance is ringing
Records are breaking
The world is spinning
Look whose talking
The world is like an episode of Columbo
But no ones been murdered
But we're all guilty
But who is Columbo?
The Big Bang
What was there before the Big Bang?
What was there before God?
Nothing?
But nothing is still something
Maybe there was agnosticism
Maybe there was Socrates
The small bang
Jesus was not the messiah.
He was a very naughty boy.
The Great Escape
All the humans should be put in the zoo
And all the animals should be let out
In the beginning…
Gladiators are you ready?
Contenders are you ready?
Laugh out loud
The far left
The far right
And the piggy in the middle
Flowing with time
I decided to write the most free thinking poem
That leaves this earth and has me flying through the rain
Shores of discovery take me to ages when being alive is not a mistake
Coast to coast
Memory to memory
In love with a woman I can never have
Take me to the sunshine
To the islands of my hearts
Give me hope through the madness
Release me from the pain
I am happiest to be alive
Now
This moment is beautiful
Sing
Dance
Kiss me sweet
Remember all I’ve been through
It’s beautiful
Streaming with life
Bridges
Time
I can see Ithaca in the distance
Flowing with time
The water keeps slipping from my hands
I picture Penelope laughing
The sirens have finally taken me
I look out my window at the London gloom
Live my years as a traveller
A foreigner to these emotions
Free thinking but high
Soaring through the gates of heaven
Touching the crisps of hell
Smiling through it all
Looking forward to the future
Can we live life in a free thinking way?
Why not?
But then we would really be living
As free as a bird
The bookshelf
The wooden shelves remain dormant
Collecting dust and a tear or two
When I buy my first book
I put it in its place proudly
Happy at last
To finally have overcome emptiness
And the universal silence
The words fall into place
Like jigsaw pieces
The paper cut fine
Ink radiant
Letters slip off my tongue
Like sweets
Someday
I dream of many books
Aligning the shelves
As trees last for thousands of years
Clinging on to dear life
So I will read heroically
From one generation to the next
Stories passed down
Along humanities curve
Helping us create our own
With new born eyes
Grand union
I looked at the cat,
The cat looked at me.
And the rest as they say,
Is history
Constellations
Years stretched out across the tombstones
Lavenders of light swaying back and forth
Like a ship lost at sea
I feel like a singer with stage fright
Remembering the constellations in the sky
Now daylight is constantly speaking to me
in other tongues
Is this a play with words?
Or a play with life?
Am I too sensitive to my inevitable downfall?
Plucking each string without any passion
Following the book methodically
Dancing this waltz alone
Under the blazing sunlight
I await the empirical night
The moon’s fullness
The stars and their glory
Fate’s darkness
And like a hummingbird
In it’s odyssey to far offshores
I raise my wings
And fly
Cats
Humans have dogs as pets
Cats have humans as pets
Whose buying the Christmas presents?
Can we ever be free?
I want to be free
But can I be free
In this man made world
Of celluloid dreams?
If I take off my clothes
And run in the jungle
Will I find my place in the sun?
Will pain be a burden no longer?
I want to be free
So now I have my answer
Is this possible in this man made world?
Do the jungles exist no longer?
Am I purring for an afterlife?
I hear the sun calling me
One moment of freedom
Worth more than billion dollar yachts and pennies
My cat winks at me
The king of nothing
I am the king of nothing
Living in a godlike sky
The only one surviving in loneliness
Stretching out across faces
Here there are no words
No ideas or beliefs
Trust has no place
On this throne of denial
But here I am most alive
My thoughts most clear
My desire to wake most urging
Time like a lunar eclipse
I am the king of nothing
The king of everything
Free to experience life
Like an innocent child
Striving for a perfect world
Imagine living in a world where everything is perfect.
A paradise where we live forever,
Where everyone is good and time does not exist.
A place where all are beautiful and talented,
This is a contradiction!!!!
Such a world can not exist.
For in order for perfection to live,
Hell must also strive,
There to climb that distant mountain,
We must sail in that violent sea,
Reach for the stars,
Head to the comfort of home.
Would we recognise the sun with no rain?
Feel a smile without sadness?
Understand love without hate?
Swim in the ocean if not for land?
Hope for a touch if not for war?
Is there music in the madness?
Can you hear the poetry in the chaos?
Magic
Roses in bloom.
The blue sky.
Sun beaming on my face.
Crisp morning air radiating.
Breathing.
The gift of an embrace.
Her smile.
Love in the afternoon.
Sipping a drink by a river.
The storm of a city.
Finding my way to a sea.
Swimming in anachronisms.
A potion of reality.
Why do we need more?
The waterfall of understanding
There was a time when I remember I was happy
A time when I was breathing with life
Where everything seemed right
And I could do nothing wrong
Those days are partly gone
For to truly understand the world
A certain sadness must accompany you on your journeys
A tugging at the difficulties
A calling to the rhythm of life
Like a twig going down a river towards a waterfall
Lost and alone and transitory
But the drop is beautiful
Down below
Clear crystal water for you to rest in
Surrounded by nature
And a meaningful song
Now I understand the true beauty of being alive
And it gives me hope
That one day I’ll be happier again
A peace of mind
I should not give up
So I’ll keep searching along the road
It is my road after all
And the sun is oh so high in the sky
I am almost flying
I feel a smile etching on my solitary face
Who knows where this waterfall will take me today?
The skies have mesmerised the mirrors
The reflections tell only half the stories
Rivers gaze back at me with a certain sadness
Happiness is all in my mind
Maybe I should let the water take me
And enjoy the ride
Like reading a book
The mysteries are the most important part
Already I’m starting to feel some joy
In the waterfall of understanding
With these words of hope
I sense a great freedom coming
As the water keeps flowing for a lifetime
Of sadness and joy
Sadness and joy
Sadness and joy
Sadness and joy
Green tree
The tree roots penetrating the concrete
Rising up over the city
Where buildings rise
Man walks over centuries of ash
As the tree breathes with time
Nature has its revenge over man
The greed and the destruction
Too plain to see
Reaching for the heavens and creating a hell
But earth will live on after we’re gone
The grey slabs hidden by greenery in bloom
The daylight of yesterday
Rubbing against my shoes
On this absolute street
Of vodka and lime
Half drunk as a full moon
My glass shatters on the yellow lines
My suit is stitched
The voices trying to get through the cracks
Of this traffic light earthquake
The cars motionless
Strangers decoyed into grey
A who done it?
Sky parched
Like ancient parchments
The papyrus in the library of Alexandria
Burning
For all of time to imagine
What if?
Depends where you stand
The rain beats down on city streets
An orchestra plays its metaphorical tune
Man stands firm against the coming stars
You can’t help but doubt the truth we have created
As the misty windscreen howls into eternity
A minute for one love is a lifetime for passing meteors
Blinded by the sun and an old man’s chair
Rocking against the wooden floorboards of certainty
Into the night into the surreal global theatre
The unknowable has covered dawn
The car lights have faded away
Flowers bloom in the green
People cluster in the shelter
Tinged with sadness and life
Opening in the altar of tarnished dreams
The constellations rocket into the black lagoon
Her lipstick red
The sky blue
My urges extreme
Nevertheless
Animalistic
Apples bobbing on the water
A new kind of war
World War 3 is happening now!
It’s happening in the bedroom.
It’s happening in the kitchen.
The war between the left the right,
The wrong the right,
All these different social groups fighting each other.
You ask when will it end?
And I say, when people start living their individual lives,
We’ll have some peace at last,
A more caring world!
The cuckoo clock
Long live the cuckoo clock
When the mad inherent the earth
We’ll have some sort of reality
Long live the cuckoo clock
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
There is no rationality
In an irrational world
Behold the sands of mimicry
Bang the drum
Bang the drum
The English sung
The English sung
Queen Boudicca
Queen Boudicca
Kick them out
Kick them out
Have the Romans come?
Have the Romans come?
Behold the sands of mimicry
Behold the sands of mimicry
An anthropomorphic world
What’s true for one person
Is not true for an other person
And what is true is not actually true
It is a metaphor
Created in an anthropomorphic world
Maybe the ants think they are the kings of the Earth
And we to them are pieces of manure
Outsiders
I feel like a stranger in this city
The place I grew up in
Lived in all my life
I don’t really know anyone
And no one knows me
The trees stand more welcoming
At night the streetlights shine on my road
There are millions of people
Rushing this way and that
To work, to home, to entertainment
They seem to pass each other on the street
Unaware that they’re outsiders
A melting pot of difference
A game of Solitaire
Cities claim to be modern
Progressive from old village life
But are we just mouse traps
Machines in an experiment?
Having to invest in clothes and food
Work to make money
To spend it on the same things we work on
Nightclub music banging in your ears
A multiverse of cultures screaming at each other
When the farmer rises at daybreak
Spends all day in the fields
He eats his own food
Ploughs his own fields
Knits his own clothes
By the sunset of his own life
Maybe he is more happy?
The simple life
The stars his friends
Some village folk to talk to
The owls big eyes
Who notices all
Clapping against the window pane
Of illusions
The meaning of stars
During the day
The sun gives life to Earth,
Light.
At night
The sky is full of stars,
Dead suns.
We see them
It takes millions of light years
For them to reach us
They represent hope
Life
To keep going
Who knows where we’d be without them
In total blackness
Tinged with melancholy
Shining brightly like diamonds
We are free
Momentarily
Forever
They are from our past
Reminding us to keep the dream alive
That our memories are still going strong
Alive within ourselves
In the multilingual sky
?
When will humans become more humble?
When will the other animals rule their Earth?
Is this only our point of view?
Are we not living?
Are the animals laughing at us?
Are we slaves to the Earth?
Must we live alongside nature?
‘’Sing to me, O Muse…’’
As I kiss the colours of the seas
The blues, the greens, the pearls of wisdom
As ancient as the universes
And as life affirming as the stars
A woman smoking in the street looks at me
With eyes of kindness, messages of hope
Matured in the falling rain
Smiling with all the love of the centuries
I will never see her again
But with that one moment
I felt free, I felt loved
With all the beauty of the choruses and all the flights of the doves
I can not describe it exactly
So I’ll go back to the vastness of the seas
The deep, wide, birth of humanity
Our significance in all the mysteriousness
‘’Sing to me, O Muse…’’
I feel so alive
I feel so alive
In the darkest of moments
I feel like I have touched the stars
In the grip of death
I feel I want to live so much more
In this momentous universe
I feel I don’t want to let go
In this beautified dream
I feel I want to shine forever
In solitude and hope
A short poem
A short poem
Is like a bullet
A nuclear explosion
A pariah
A messiah
All rolled into one
A powerful entity
Sleeping peacefully
By the shores of speech
Inspired by Albert Camus
In the midst of unbelievable suffering
There lay within me an unbelievable hope
As the ship which cuts into the wild sea
Defeats it with its prowess
So the lion is tamed
So I become master of my destiny
Sylvia, A woman in a man’s world
Her wooden instrument like tentacles
Attaching to Titanic trees every time
A rebirth of hollow noise and need
Full as shattering glass seas
Plates interplanetary
Pitchforked blood stainless
Seamless thighs
Death disrobed for womanhood
Mobbed by endless beauty
The octopus sinking
Word like suicide tamed
In the night of men
The gas tank train ride spent
Last vowels forming
Disemboweled
Mimicking she fun tethered
Trans Jupitered to the bed
Sheets as worn as song milk
Existence potent as poison
Gender neutral prisoner returns
Her magical run on her stockings
Hocus pocus New Yorker world
Sylvia, in a universal free wheeling girl’s girl
Sylvia, how much fun did you have?
Sylvia, how much love did you yearn?
Comic book madness
English levy, heaven or hell?
Sylvia, a woman in a man’s world
Sylvia, did he ever see you churn?
The whip cracks
The bowl turns
Soldier arched
Trenches learn
Sylvia, did your poetry rule the world?
Sylvia, did you earn every word?
Shell shocked
Oysters
Sperm
Wails
Whales
Whales
Whales
Whales
Sylvia, do they rock your world?
Rise like the sun
When you’re at the bottom of the pit
And your life has gone to hell
As if stuck in a wishing well
There is only one way to go
To rise
Climb that mountain
Reach the top
Show the world you conquered them all
Dear…
To all the groups who have been dominating
All these years
It’s not your world anymore
A new world is coming
Called freedom
For every individual
Lost in your
Dire straits
People have figured out your games
Your lies
A new world is coming
Life
To be lived
Under no ones control
Reality
A destined star
Of hate
And love
A new world is coming
Without generalisations
A new world is coming
Can you hear the thunder?
Can you see the rain?
Feel the sunshine?
On the road
No more blaming
Reality
A destined star
Of hate
And love
Only responsible for your personal life
Kind regards
Me
The knock on effect
This city is like a film
Being watched in the cinema
A surreal explosion of words
Worlds unlike our unknown
Taking us for granted
Reeling us in
To their magical hold
Why?
Why don’t the dead in the cemeteries rebel?
Why don’t they rise up against their masters?
Raise this universe to the ground?
Greet their loved ones with a smile?
The true artist
The true artist is nature
Not the pen
The brush
The sword
The true artist is nature
A blue saxophone sky
Sun filled bow
Olive oil sea
Rainbow heart
God
Do we create our own play?
Are we the actor in the main part?
Solving the world’s problems?
Answering people’s prayers?
The landing of Words
We appeared out of the clouds like Gods
Into the Angelic sky
Distant Sunshine echoing
Trails of Smoke pouring
Togetherness in a Pagan dream
Crying out for the landing of Words
The eternal moment
Life’s about living the eternal moment
Never looking back
Or forward
Riding the waves
To freedom
The world is at war
The world is at war
The forests are on fire
My life is a struggle
Against my fellow man
Inside me life is burning bright
Like a sun giving life to earth
Maybe there is still hope?
Plaything
As the riddle shows,
How fake it is this plastic,
This mangled doll,
Left out on the line to dry.
Will you play with it no more?
When the dinosaurs become extinct,
Still wet from the meteorites,
Plummeting down to earth.
Collecting dust,
Wasting away in the attic,
Holding onto the hope,
That one day it will come to life.
Oh I need some lovin/ Only the stars remain forever bound
Oh I need some lovin
I need a woman to treat me kind
This river is seabound
I hope it takes me to the end of the line
Oh I need some lovin
In a world that gives me hell
It aint easy to try
When the words have gone again
And the world keeps turning round
Only the stars remain forever bound
And the world keeps turning round
Only the stars remain forever bound
Oh I need some lovin
Oh I need some more time
Oh I need some lovin
Only the stars remain forever bound
Only lonely hearts are found
Between the silence and the sound
Only the stars remain forever bound
Stuck
A life half stuck in the past
Half stuck in the present
Has no future
When the animals reclaim the Earth
When the animals reclaim the Earth
Things will be beautiful and clean
Blue skies inherent
Green fields
Glorious sunshine
Peace and thunder and rain
Air to breath
When the animals reclaim the Earth
Humanity will end
Look forward to the comets flying over the ocean
A humble beginning for every new born
Loving the ones next to you
And not this silver screen dream
After thousands of years of slavery
When the animals reclaim the Earth
I will finally go outside
And cry
Laugh and sing at how amazing life is
What a gift this world is
How much humans destroyed it
And themselves out of stupidity
When the animals reclaim the Earth
There’ll be no left wing or right wing politics
Political correctness or know it all bravado
They’ll be no correctness
Just the natural flow of the rivers towards the forever engulfing seas
No more rockets into space to search for ourselves
Nuclear bombs will be replaced by mushrooms and clouds
The break up
On the mountain peaks,
The snow is rising upwards.
Diving into the sky,
A blue mile of heaven.
White as the sheets,
She left me lying in.
By the solitary hour,
The room as lonely as a phone call.
Left off the hook,
Her perfume ascends from the street below.
Getting ready for Christmas,
New Year, marriage and all the norms.
There is a knock on the door,
My one hand hanging from the cliff inside my heart.
The clock face shattered,
By the broken visage.
The drum roll restless,
The final curtain lets the daylight in.
A lost hotel
The sun touches my face,
In a city full of hate,
A warm embrace,
Amongst mechanical noise,
My spirit rises to the clouds,
In a blue mood,
Of a lost hotel,
In the mountains of my heart,
I venture on to emptiness,
Love and truth,
Swimming with the sharks of time,
Floating in the sky,
Winged misfortune,
Like a purple dove,
Longing for some peace.
The Stoics
To live
Is to breath
Put one step forward
Be happy with who you are
Alone
Lost
An individual
Free
Surrounded by planets
Individual
I have suffered
They have done me wrong
But I have stood the test of time
I have lived my life right
Me and me alone
Evolutionary trap
We evolved from
Fish
to
Birds
to
Monkeys
to
Humans
What next?
Robots?
Superman?
Or the primordial hum of the sea?
Look out you cool kids
The tsunamis are coming
The 1 2 3 4 paradox
One. The empty unknown mysterious black universe,
Two. The distant surreal fire of the glaring sun,
Three. The near fantasy gift impossible image of a bright sunny earth,
Four. A dream within a dream within a dream within a dream…
Lift off
Heads or tails?
The mountains tower over the city,
A testament to man,
His place in this universe,
Like a flip of a coin,
Heads or tails?
Only the lucky survive.
Winter sun
When the sun appears
Ever so often
In winter months
It reminds me
Of my youth
That golden moment
Which touched eternity
And danced with the stars
Modernity with a twist
A woman giving birth.
The power of ten atomic bombs.
World War Three.
Space travel.
All reasons to be cheerful,
When the mad inherit the earth.
The lunatic asylums will be full of vermin,
A plague of words will begin.
Artificial Intelligence,
A contradiction in terms.
‘’Computer: What does this poem mean?’’
The belly button of the world
The belly button of the world,
The pregnancy of knowledge,
The birth of truths.
The infancy of practice,
The childhood of faith,
The adulthood of uncertainty.
The old age of acceptance,
The death of absolution,
The belly button of the world.
We are all poets
To write poetry is one of the most beautiful things in the world,
To express one’s own personal feelings,
To touch other people inside,
To show life in a completely new way,
This is what we must all strive for.
New cities will rise up,
Here where we stand,
New people will laugh,
There where they cry,
We are all poets in the midst of creation.
The meaning of life
The meaning of life.
What is the meaning of life?
All but a world within a world within an infinity of worlds.
Born not of this earth,
Willing to travel to the farthest reaches.
Stop at the closest refreshing waters.
Hold on to the past and the shores of discovery.
Make up the present and the duality of man.
Look forward to the future, drink from this cup.
Sing about truths in the deepest of caves.
Trust the echoes that reverberate around the mist.
The calling of natures flying birds.
The touch of a lemon in the quietest of lands.
All give meaning to the meaning of life,
But not a soul to be found, lost to the flight, deep in the temple, god-like.
Dancing to the rhythm
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
Dancing to the rhythm of this imaginary world
Dancing to the rhythm of the imaginary music
Dancing to the rhythm
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
Like sparks igniting the fire inside
The warmth of the summer still burning
In early September and the Spring to another world
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
A Nietzschean dream, a maddening star
Thousands of dancing suns on the water
Each one a miracle, independent from afar
The pendulum
The pendulum swings left to right
Left to right
As I sit in the void of truth
Striking my heart in the shade
Open to various viewpoints
In the mystical arena
The extremists bathe in sunlight
Making noise in the political spectrum
Only the rain can save them now
So they can taste the forbidden fruit
In this gladiatorial contest
The spectators look on thumbs up and thumbs down
The city is alive
Cities are alive
They are alive with tall buildings
They are alive with fast cars
Alive with strong coffee
And constant noise
Cities are traffic lights changing
And busy streets rumbling
Shopping districts roaming
The smell of tarmac
On the tip of my tongue
And words
Glorious words
Leaving this earth
Like a cinema screen
Dreamlike and surrounded by citizens
Descending across bridges
River bound
Ascending to the skies
To the limit of their strange lives
A mutual attraction
To the concrete
And the beast within
The city is alive
And moves like a mechanical animal
Building its nest
For its new born offspring
As the buses fly along
The temperamental road lines
Searching for their prey
And their new found freedom
A city full of millions
In a city full of millions
How can there be so much loneliness?
So many people
Yet so few words
Everyone eager to succeed
To compete
To become the greatest
Forgetting the meaning of life
The friendliness of nature
As a river divides us in two
Binding us to the soil of the earth
Awakening the solitary buildings
And the train tracks to nowhere
My final day on the island
The final day on the island
Feels like a curse
And a blessing
To have lived away from
The stressful rich city
For so long
And to have lived as
Free as a pauper
For a change
The human condition
Do not philosophise the truth
There is none
Do not politicise the apolitical
They are creatures of habit
The road ahead
Is a never ending long one
The sky above
Is both delusion and dream
Generations
The ancient
With the modern civilisation
The old town
With the new
Past
Memory
Present
Future
Older people
The younger generation
Walking in their footsteps
Mixing dream
With readiness
About to break forth
Into the world
Like a sucker punch
Of gigantic proportions
Freely
Early morning
I sit on a bench
In front of me the shore
Windy waves hitting the coast
With a fresh clash
Today a cloudy day
Sunshine sometimes appears
On either side mountains
A castle carved in rock
Observing the greeny blue sea
Gusts ringing in my ears
The beach deserted
Sand resting beneath my sandals
A bird flies off freely
Children walk from school
Coffee shops smell of summer
A few cars loiter
I can’t stop this feeling of emptiness
But I am reminded by the transcendence
Of nature
All around
Alone
I am alone on the beach
The sea is alone
The sun stands alone
A sky lonelier than the universe
Makes me feel less alone
And that I belong somewhere important
Reaching out to the waves of time
Amongst the lonely miracles
And the simplicity of life
Calling me
A war of words
A loud scream appears
Disappears into nowhere
As I walk back from the beach
The Greek fighter jets chase
The Turkish fighter jets
Into the clear blue sky
As deep and wide as the sea
A box of magic tricks
A war of words
Anonymous
Those dark ladies
Those ladies of the night
They are outcasts of society
But believe me they know how to shine
And bring a smile to your face
Guide the ship home
Through the stormy weather
Like far off galaxies
They are the whole sky
In all its glory
Even in daylight
They work their tricks
And when the rain stops pouring
Sunlight takes hold of the bow
Plunging into the blue sea
Refreshing the white sails
Never ending crossing forth
Mountainous paths of my mind
Never ending crossing forth
To reach this small village
With the bench by the fountain
The life affirming garden
And the cottage resting
Close to my spirit
Never ending crossing forth
Mountainous paths of my mind
Schism
Sitting in a Greek cafe
Modern music playing
It is morning
I drink a cold coffee
In the shade
Of my life
Cars drive past
Birds sing
Old tunes
Sunlight all around
This heatwave
In early June
I feel my mind
Is breaking apart
All the different
Things I observe
Create a schism
Of various feelings
And sounds
Smells
Sights
What is a mental illness?
But society’s creation
Of something unfounded
Getting ready to be discovered
In the cold rain
Inanimate objects
Telephones are lonely
Pebbles on the beach are holy
Swimming pools are empty
Window panes are excited
Garden spades are free spirits
Beds are untouched
Tables are hungry
Roads are universal
Street lights are passionate
Record players are melancholic
Chairs are forgiving
Floor boards are singing
The whole of human history repeats itself
Like inanimate objects
Rain pours outside
I sit in the brick house
Reading a poetry book,
The radio is on
The TV is off
Sixties music plays softly.
Rain pours outside
When it should be sunny spring
At this time of year
Reflecting the way I feel inside.
Do I have the courage to go out
And face myself?
I stand up and
I walk around the brick house
Agitated, getting ready for something.
I put on my raincoat
Peer out of the window
Look at my shoes
Waiting at the front door.
Suddenly it stops raining,
I can’t hear the radio from here,
Nor the sound of the raindrops on the window pane anymore,
The poetry book is left open with an uncertain future.
Poetry in motion
The most poetic moment
Two runaway military horses
Gallop freely across central London
One black as night
One white as peace
The people suspended in disbelief
Traffic left frozen and broken
Shops emptied of noise
Hooves carrying on to unity
As this surreal moment
Sends shock waves as
To what it means to be alive
In the great scheme of things
Like thunder
They drove on
Breaking the silence
Of humanity’s spectacle
Conquering the sky
And beauty
Everlasting moments
Television
The television sets are
Alive
Alive with desire
Desire is the norm
In the normal world
Inhibitions roam free
Sex with beautiful women
By the crazy coconut tree ha ha he he
The mad pavement breaks my fall
The beat crackles on the lonesome street
Banging like a drum of a peaceful war
There are so many sides against each other
So many reasons to go completely mad
I lose count of a meaning behind this chaos
The pavement erupts like lava flowing from volcanic cars
Only the smoke alleviates suffering
Only this alienation helps my cause
Know that they are God, bow to thee, kiss their feet
They descend like suns
Into the modern world
Taking over everything
As locusts live for the green fields
Now everyone knows you
But you don’t know yourself
Everyone decides for you
You don’t decide for yourself
They shine on the cities of fear
Light up the factories
Chaining out production
Smoke ascending to sky
Help the people sunbathe
Relax before their night out
Drink till they drop
Like sacrificial lambs
You have no words no more
They are your words
No life no feeling
No means of an end
No start of your story
Effervescent
Know that they are God
Bow to thee
Kiss their feet
Jump into their fire
Become anonymous
The arrogance of it all
The eternal punishment
The stench will live on long after we’re gone
Humanity will disappear
At this rate it already has
We are like empty bottles being knocked over by the wind
Half drunk
Playing with the moonlight
And some memory of what could have been
Each an individual
Each a stepping stone
Alone, Cursed
Longing to be loved
Amongst the garden of flowers
The small pond adversary
Truth, mediocracy
Hate
Mighty jungle for the void
Spaces depart in dying suns
As time erupts inside me
Like bubblegum stuck on my shoe
I keep chewing the gutter
Sad and dreamlike rain
Falls over me
Spaceship adrenaline on toast
There is no way out of this hate
Like dominoes like bowling
The people topple my feeling
As roses bloom with wine
Drink drink
They say to me
Forget forget
Space
Time
We are one in a million
Destinies
If only I never went through
The tyres screeching across the devils tarmac
Tracing the atmosphere
Lusting for life
At the start the runners are ready
On your marks…
Hate
Break the vinyl record of your favourite artist
The streams of life
The streams of life
Burn like shells
Across the coast
Where lonely people come to dwell
Looking for love
And a veiled woman
Playing with toy cars
In an adults playground
I am swinging from the trees
Like the lord of the apes
Tarzan
Where are you Jane?
Lady I have been looking for
All my life
Alone by the coast
Waiting each morning to set sail
Begin my journey
Only to keep waiting
Waiting for her
Staring into the abyss
As the sun sets
The whole scenario repeats itself
Like a play on broadway
The next morning
A holy coffee
Daybreak
This is the revenge of the nuns
All alone in the nunnery
Picking up worms like birds
Reaching for the steeple
This is a crossword puzzle
On a solitary train
A woman crosses her legs
I think I’m in love
The utterances have spoken
Better to be noticed
Chained to the hunger for more
As the lions devour the preaching
And the shelter
Amen for more
Sinner by my side
Past so golden
Give me life
Waiting for this ideal beauty
Purpose
The phone is ringing
Endlessly
Good dream or bad?
Amongst the pastures
Of the colonial sea
There is war and then there is… the poetry inside
Trust no one to take you there
Only yourself can take you down that road
Don’t follow the traffic that gathers together
Stalling you and stopping you from fulfilling your wellness
Along the road of dreams
Neither awake nor asleep
But with the half light
The remembering of the dead
The lost by the coast
The mad in the mental hospital
About to set off
On your latest adventure
A smile on your tortured face
Gallons of freedom in this here mile
Millennia upon millennia of hope
A gathering of dust in the miracles of time
How precious life is
Just think of that next time you look up at the heavens
And forget the hell below
At the Hellespont
The schism was born
Where East divided West
Man fought over man
Cries can be heard in the ashes
The thunder of hooves and clash of metal
Ringing in your ears
Like an earthquake breaking the earth in two
We can only escape through theatre
Can only live our lives
Amongst the shadows long forgotten
Replacing them with fear
And the poetry inside
Bought and sold
I remember it like it was yesterday
My youth
As smoke leaves this factory
Mixing with the whole universe
We’re packaged and repackaged
Sent out into the world
On the last day of school
Told to dream like the famous folk
Who haven’t a clue how to live in our fortitude
But who knows?
Fuck them!
I don’t need this shit anymore
There’s billions of stars up in the sky
Which have more meaning and beauty
Then the whole man made world
The sun it will always shine
The rain will always hit the window pane
Out there in the distance thunder will roll
And if one day I die
At least I knew the truth of the world
And I belong to it
In a glorious way
The twin
It’s so windy outside
It can take you for a ride to other cities
Where people have the same problems
The same fears
As you
Like twins
That never meet each other
Here we are thinking we are the only ones suffering
When the whole world’s the same
The whole universe is about chaos
Birth and rebirth
An odyssey that never ends
Computer Age 2024
Forget the Ice Age!
Forget the Iron Age!
Forget the Space Age!
This is the Computer Age!
Stop looking at the internet.
There’s a whole world out there…
There’s a whole world in this room…
Waiting to be lived
The journey
When you feel good
It feels like your flying
That the whole world is endless
Time never ends
Across the moors
I hear a gunshot
It is the beginning of winter
The slow walk through the beaten track
But I have learned so much
Through my suffering
Become a greater person
In my own eyes
All the tears lost to the rain
Have become oceans
New cities to journey to
Even in darkness I am guided by these stars
Famous dreams
The dreams of the famous
Are like the dreams of anyone else
Late at night
Snoring
Maybe a bit drunk
Tired of life
But relaxing
Passed out in bed
Smiling
Expecting so much
Reaching out to glory
Worldwide admiration
A big fat dollar bill
Only to wake up in the morning
With a hangover
A bad toilet manner
Stumbling downstairs
A coffee
Half an hour later another coffee
Stronger this time
Opening the fan mail sticking out the front door
Only to discover it is an ad for retirement plans
Old peoples homes
The table starts to dance
The mirror is laughing at you
Falling in love forever
If I ever fall in love with a hooker
I would fall in love forever
Across that platonic nationless sky
Where war does not exist
People never go hungry
Or fight over money
Over what is right and what is wrong
If I ever fall in love with a hooker
I would fall in love forever
Because she belongs to the street
And the absolute night
The alleyways I get lost in all my life
A sensation of living life on the edge
This dream within a dream within a dream of desire
Roar into the void
Roar into the void
Stay into the night
Take it all with you blindly
Closer to midnight
Search for the emptiness
Never collapse at the pain
Miss the wars reignited
That took it all away
Fight into the daydreams
That belong to no one
Tear the seams united
From this dying sun
Roar into the apocalypse
That is your only hope now
From this godly silence awakened
And deathly life we love
Dance for the struggles
That make you the man you are
Roar into the void
Justify your white doves
Believing in something to the book
The Ancient theatre stirs
Onlookers look on
The Earth split With
Those who believe
Those who don't believe
In this transient belonging
Those who don't want to know
Those who will never know
The actors poise
For tragedy For
Comedy Sometimes both
Depending where you stand
Laughter rains from above
Zeus exists
Inside us
A turtle slowly continues its marathon
to the beach
Where it will sunbathe
Shell intact
The whole world is watching it
A celebrity
We the audience
Take our seats
The play has begun
Under Ancient skies
Lights
The city with all it’s charm
Cinemas and theatres
And modern cappuccinos
Long lit streets at night
Shopping districts
And high class hotels
That’s why they call it bright light city
Is nothing compared to the country
A field in the middle of nowhere
The stars at night
In total blackness
Could light up any heart
Sing any tune
Remember anyone
Control
If people can't control you
They control themselves
And that is the most difficult thing of all
Walking down the crowded street
The winds of tension
Rub past me
Like a cat
Prowling for a mouse
Or a bird or two
Who knows where I’d be
If my life took a different path
Maybe I wouldn’t be a poet
But just another sucker in love
With this imaginary world
Where have I gone?
Where have I gone?
This man I was
Strong and full of life
A woman beside me
Loving me
Knowing happiness
And the distant sun
Climbing her peaks
As melting hearts
Form into glaciers
Frozen by her loss
Soothing voice
And snowy eyes
The man I was
Is still here
Older than the universe
War and Peace
Across the waves of war
Surge the waves of peace
One in opposition to the other
Ticking like a clock inside us
Leaving us off balance
Sometimes one dominating the other
Other times at a level playing field
As a beach ball is thrown into the sunder
We float on the water timelessly
Lying in wake for a new born
The ageing fire inside
Suffering takes me
To undisclosed locations
Where my hands feel nothing
But my own body
Numb and devoid of hope
Like the grey skies overhead
Wishing for sun beams
To lighten my heart
And this solitary road
Inside my homeliness
If someone lays beside me
It is only their calming voice
Which seizes me
Like a torment
A passionate embrace
That meant something decades ago
Now lost
As when childhood rose like smoke
From the ashes of this ageing fire
I die over and over in a lonely dream
My life
Your life is yours for the living
Take it
You own it no one else
Don’t waste your life
Allowing people to drive you mad
Telling you who you are
They don’t know you
They never will
Your individuality is a gift
Be strong
Be yourself
Only you know who you are
Live
Happiness will follow
How I want to live my life
I want to be as free as a bird
Fly and roam
Across the raging sunset
And my beauty inside
Peace exists in the struggle
Between man and woman
Take me back
To when I was a child
Innocence
Only existed then
Now I am wiser
Like a thorny rose
Which I give to my true love
She is Mother Earth
Trying hard not to get stung
By the nature of the bees
Oh the depths of the mysteries
Oh the depths of the mysteries
The memories so warm and light
Left behind in this universal blackness
Shining like the stars tonight
You are somewhere beyond the galaxies
Smiling like that moment of time
Lost as a sun which left this space
Haunting me by the riverside
What is love?
Love is simple
Love is simply
Not having to figure something out
Open and pure
Like a raging current
As gentle as the homely rivers
And as wild as the blue sea
It is not absolute
But something beyond time
Beyond words
A feeling
A belonging
That brings two people closer together
It is not a belief
A system
An idea
But completely natural
Like the leaves falling in autumn
The cold snow in winter
Birds in flight at spring
The warmth of the summer sun
It is as uncatchable as the mysteries of the universe
A butterfly evading a net
A war drum singing its last tune
Death and life are its closest friends
And allies
Knowledge never tasted as sweet
As the sight of land
The distant cry of home
An embrace
Amongst the mountains of our hearts
Questions and Answers
Why do I hurt so much?
Why do I cry?
What makes me so lonely?
What makes me try?
Is it a feeling of helplessness?
Is it the sky so blue?
The sun shining fleetingly?
A woman not kissing my truth?
Is the world a confusing place?
Are the oceans deep?
Do the stars shine just for me?
Is all there is war and peace?
Can the air be as transparent as us?
Are we longing to be free?
Must we suffer to be alive?
Are we stronger than the trees?
Questions and answers mean nothing to me
As true as the dunes of light
Shimmering forever in awkward moments
Taking hold of our plight
Wine
I drink wine
Through the rivers of my discontent
Like tourist buses travelling on the water
Holy but not religious
Natural as the immortal trees
Yawning like the lions of the coffee shops
Mysterious and wild
Leaving my cup by the side of the road
Enjoying the jungle of the street lights
And that beautiful woman in my life
Flowing like the blue sky to distant continents
Where the sun shines for peace
As wild as the night
As forgotten as the dawn
Restless and joyful
Full of the moon and the deep
Taking me to dusk
Like a trailer park poet
Loved and transient
Appearing drunk at the altar
Of time
In time
I’ll be free of myself
And give her valentine flowers
Pre nup
The human denies itself on this earth
Not because it is destructive
But because it denies it is an animal
The most self destructive act
In the whole of the kingdom
We call the universe
Face the fact we are animals
And the marriage will be a long one
At the moment
It feels like we are calling the divorce lawyers
Each and every day
The deluded arrogance of knowing too much
But really knowing too little
How simple
How different life would be
If we accept that
Our insignificance
I look out of my window
At the man made world
Trees seem insignificant
Birds as fragile as dust
Humans drag coffee to unknown places
Cars storm past the moors of our concrete
But somewhere
There past that giant building
A storm is blowing
A cat is singing
The sun is living
Our insignificance is ringing
Records are breaking
The world is spinning
Look whose talking
The world is like an episode of Columbo
But no ones been murdered
But we're all guilty
But who is Columbo?
The Big Bang
What was there before the Big Bang?
What was there before God?
Nothing?
But nothing is still something
Maybe there was agnosticism
Maybe there was Socrates
The small bang
Jesus was not the messiah.
He was a very naughty boy.
The Great Escape
All the humans should be put in the zoo
And all the animals should be let out
In the beginning…
Gladiators are you ready?
Contenders are you ready?
Laugh out loud
The far left
The far right
And the piggy in the middle
Flowing with time
I decided to write the most free thinking poem
That leaves this earth and has me flying through the rain
Shores of discovery take me to ages when being alive is not a mistake
Coast to coast
Memory to memory
In love with a woman I can never have
Take me to the sunshine
To the islands of my hearts
Give me hope through the madness
Release me from the pain
I am happiest to be alive
Now
This moment is beautiful
Sing
Dance
Kiss me sweet
Remember all I’ve been through
It’s beautiful
Streaming with life
Bridges
Time
I can see Ithaca in the distance
Flowing with time
The water keeps slipping from my hands
I picture Penelope laughing
The sirens have finally taken me
I look out my window at the London gloom
Live my years as a traveller
A foreigner to these emotions
Free thinking but high
Soaring through the gates of heaven
Touching the crisps of hell
Smiling through it all
Looking forward to the future
Can we live life in a free thinking way?
Why not?
But then we would really be living
As free as a bird
The bookshelf
The wooden shelves remain dormant
Collecting dust and a tear or two
When I buy my first book
I put it in its place proudly
Happy at last
To finally have overcome emptiness
And the universal silence
The words fall into place
Like jigsaw pieces
The paper cut fine
Ink radiant
Letters slip off my tongue
Like sweets
Someday
I dream of many books
Aligning the shelves
As trees last for thousands of years
Clinging on to dear life
So I will read heroically
From one generation to the next
Stories passed down
Along humanities curve
Helping us create our own
With new born eyes
Grand union
I looked at the cat,
The cat looked at me.
And the rest as they say,
Is history
Constellations
Years stretched out across the tombstones
Lavenders of light swaying back and forth
Like a ship lost at sea
I feel like a singer with stage fright
Remembering the constellations in the sky
Now daylight is constantly speaking to me
in other tongues
Is this a play with words?
Or a play with life?
Am I too sensitive to my inevitable downfall?
Plucking each string without any passion
Following the book methodically
Dancing this waltz alone
Under the blazing sunlight
I await the empirical night
The moon’s fullness
The stars and their glory
Fate’s darkness
And like a hummingbird
In it’s odyssey to far offshores
I raise my wings
And fly
Cats
Humans have dogs as pets
Cats have humans as pets
Whose buying the Christmas presents?
Can we ever be free?
I want to be free
But can I be free
In this man made world
Of celluloid dreams?
If I take off my clothes
And run in the jungle
Will I find my place in the sun?
Will pain be a burden no longer?
I want to be free
So now I have my answer
Is this possible in this man made world?
Do the jungles exist no longer?
Am I purring for an afterlife?
I hear the sun calling me
One moment of freedom
Worth more than billion dollar yachts and pennies
My cat winks at me
The king of nothing
I am the king of nothing
Living in a godlike sky
The only one surviving in loneliness
Stretching out across faces
Here there are no words
No ideas or beliefs
Trust has no place
On this throne of denial
But here I am most alive
My thoughts most clear
My desire to wake most urging
Time like a lunar eclipse
I am the king of nothing
The king of everything
Free to experience life
Like an innocent child
Striving for a perfect world
Imagine living in a world where everything is perfect.
A paradise where we live forever,
Where everyone is good and time does not exist.
A place where all are beautiful and talented,
This is a contradiction!!!!
Such a world can not exist.
For in order for perfection to live,
Hell must also strive,
There to climb that distant mountain,
We must sail in that violent sea,
Reach for the stars,
Head to the comfort of home.
Would we recognise the sun with no rain?
Feel a smile without sadness?
Understand love without hate?
Swim in the ocean if not for land?
Hope for a touch if not for war?
Is there music in the madness?
Can you hear the poetry in the chaos?
Magic
Roses in bloom.
The blue sky.
Sun beaming on my face.
Crisp morning air radiating.
Breathing.
The gift of an embrace.
Her smile.
Love in the afternoon.
Sipping a drink by a river.
The storm of a city.
Finding my way to a sea.
Swimming in anachronisms.
A potion of reality.
Why do we need more?
The waterfall of understanding
There was a time when I remember I was happy
A time when I was breathing with life
Where everything seemed right
And I could do nothing wrong
Those days are partly gone
For to truly understand the world
A certain sadness must accompany you on your journeys
A tugging at the difficulties
A calling to the rhythm of life
Like a twig going down a river towards a waterfall
Lost and alone and transitory
But the drop is beautiful
Down below
Clear crystal water for you to rest in
Surrounded by nature
And a meaningful song
Now I understand the true beauty of being alive
And it gives me hope
That one day I’ll be happier again
A peace of mind
I should not give up
So I’ll keep searching along the road
It is my road after all
And the sun is oh so high in the sky
I am almost flying
I feel a smile etching on my solitary face
Who knows where this waterfall will take me today?
The skies have mesmerised the mirrors
The reflections tell only half the stories
Rivers gaze back at me with a certain sadness
Happiness is all in my mind
Maybe I should let the water take me
And enjoy the ride
Like reading a book
The mysteries are the most important part
Already I’m starting to feel some joy
In the waterfall of understanding
With these words of hope
I sense a great freedom coming
As the water keeps flowing for a lifetime
Of sadness and joy
Sadness and joy
Sadness and joy
Sadness and joy
Green tree
The tree roots penetrating the concrete
Rising up over the city
Where buildings rise
Man walks over centuries of ash
As the tree breathes with time
Nature has its revenge over man
The greed and the destruction
Too plain to see
Reaching for the heavens and creating a hell
But earth will live on after we’re gone
The grey slabs hidden by greenery in bloom
