A piece of wood
The wind blows
Like a curved piece of wood
Made so over time
By the sea
The sand and the pull
Of hesitation
Bearing down on it
Like a compass
Guiding it inland
Careful to avoid the rocks
Looking to be found at tide
To be made useful
In the glaring ships
Nocturnal eyes
Of pleasant
And savage dreams
Spring
As winter departs like a friend
New sun beams come into life
Warming and lightning up this solitary Earth
Cast out of heaven
By a mysterious universe
Left to fend for itself
In the summer of man
Where each individual
Tries to defeat their lonely hell
Spring is that bridge home
Where peace on Earth
Feels close enough to grasp
In the pregnancy of youth
Dear autumn attack the fireflies
Of the chariot’s peninsula
This imaginary world
I feel so alone
In this busy world
A speck of dust
In a giant house
Surrounded by forests
Tamed by a loaded gun
A naked flame
Undressing continually
As the lion escapes
From the cage
The sky roars
In the prism
Mass produced
For each lonely soul
The echoes reverberate
Around my living room
I watch TV
I feel less alone
Maybe I’ll find a woman
Settle down
Anything is possible
In this imaginary world
Where dreams are like sailing boats
In the ocean of a clock
A wedding dress
Tick tocking this life away
Firing a bullet
From the beast of love
Thunderous hooves
Shake the sky
Never to be the same again
On the stable chair
As still as an onion
Crying out for words
Drops of rain
Become my leaders
Elections are lost
Role models are toast
Her love My love
Her love for me transcends universes,
Opens chasms of the heart,
In the lost temples of the forests,
The wings of freedom travel through time,
Giving life to my solitary star,
Up there in the wilderness of desire.
My love for her releases the spirit,
Brings kindness to the thunderous sky,
Where the rain creates oceans,
In the mist of uncertainty,
Giving her all the passion,
Of the flowing waters in the soaring music.
Across the vastness
Across the vastness of the galaxies
Across the audacity of the sky
Stretching out across joined continents
And the maze of the blue sea
Stretching across the city’s perpetual streets
I lay waiting
For my time to come
Atlantis
Take me back to the start
To the big bang
When my life crumbled
And a volcano erupted
In the middle of the sea
Atlantis was lost
Time became non existent
But all these years later
I hold onto the hope
That one day I will walk those streets
I hear her calling
I hear her calling from the ocean
On this sturdy ship,
From the city streets
Where the lonely live, I hear her calling,
I hear her calling from the last note
Of an orchestra,
Which longs to play for you
As the birds eat bread crumbs from your hands, I hear her calling
I hear her calling as I walk away from her
In the greatest moment alive,
As simple as a gesture, a smile
An embrace beyond words, I hear her calling,
I hear her calling from the outskirts of society
From the depths,
From the reflection of the moon
And the roads that lead the loveless, I hear her calling,
I hear her calling like a pillar
Which commands this ancient shore,
Where her lips look so tender
In the midnight air, I hear her calling,
I hear her calling as a memory
As a dream,
In the fountains of youth
And the rebellious will to live, I hear her calling,
I hear her calling from this chair
From a country’s last stand,
Like the last man, last woman
On this earth, I hear her calling,
I hear her calling like autumn
I hear her calling like spring,
With all the suffering in me
And all the joy, I hear her calling, I hear her calling.
The lonely priest
The church bells ring on a Sunday morning,
To the sound of silence.
No people walk to the service,
No God answers his prayers.
The lonely priest finds himself,
In the clear light of the room.
He takes a pen by the hand,
And writes his masterpiece.
Where thoughts meet with time,
New horizons give meaning to the song.
Surrounded by stone bricked walls,
With only a table and a chair for comfort.
He plans his escape,
To paradise.
Your first kiss
Sitting on those steps
With the whole world ahead of us
Smoking a cigarette
Your lipstick staining the earth
As I pressed on your breast and found your suppleness
Your kiss taking me under
The laughing sky
Where youthful dreams
Play with time
Your painted finger nails
Give life to the buildings
Which rise up in excitement
At your touch
And the pleasant feeling
Of you inside me
Holding me with all your openness
Reaching out to the city streets
Where your brown hair
Falls like shadows
And your big eyes
Guide me to the ends of the earth
Where knights wait
For your kingdom to rise
And the land stretches out before dawn
My love for you struck forth
In the beauty and the strange light
Of sunrise
What a shame it was that sunset came too early
Your love for me was not reciprocated
Now I wander through the night
Searching for your warmth
In the dreams of my youth
The gates of time
Time.
Glorious time,
Even if it doesn’t exist,
It captivates us,
It takes us by the hand,
And guides us through the gates.
Where mirrors await us,
On the other side of heaven.
Snow capped mountains,
Joyously sing,
Of age,
In the forests of fire and rain.
Winding the clock,
With a two handed rhythm.
The gates of time,
Reveal the mystery,
Of the sirens song,
Tied to the mast,
Sailing to the improbable star,
A memory,
Of human seclusion,
Hidden in the mist,
Masked by fate,
Released into the stadium,
The innocence of egoism.
Like a fallen rocket,
Burst into space.
Changing only as far as the eye can see,
With all its hope and glory,
And as static as a pin drop,
In the miracle mile,
Of love and dreams,
Tortured to the point,
Of no return,
Struck by the hour,
The hooves imprinted in the meteor shower.
Minutes before take off.
The choice between war and peace
As the bombs start dropping over Saigon
I will be living here in dreams
This city is a hell hole getting ready to dive
Into the impossible blue of the sky
Time my only friend
Leave me friendless and unharmed
All the mysteries will be untied
Like the Great Gordian knot two thousand years ago
I will conquer the known world in my imagination
And as for the unknown world
Through peace and knowledge
I will die a man
Tube journey
The tube train.
The tunnel.
Sex.
A woman.
Me.
Alone.
In the universe.
The pull of gravity.
Change
The world is a changing place
The earth keeps spinning round the sun
Wars come and go
Peace wins out
Eventually the moon is as full
As our hearts
Dream woman (inspired by Baudelaire)
Dream woman
Imaginary girlfriend
Thank you for giving me
The gift of life
The nature of the dream
A feeling of hope
Succession and
Progress in the twilight hours
Beyond the real world
Inside my endless vessel
Restless love
Which travels for joy
Restless love
Hold my thoughts
And awaken the kiss
Deeper than heaven
Love affair
The grey sky,
The grey city,
My grey mind.
The grey trees,
The grey buildings,
My grey life.
Lost in thought,
Aged like iron,
Through the nebula.
This pen writes,
Sweet nothings,
Further than the lexicon.
Statements
What a beauty she is
This woman
This gal
Waiting for her
Waiting for Gadot
How long must I wait?
I watch her walk by
On the cinema screen
She is electric
She drives a Vespa
To Crete
The land of my ancestors
Holly has no rules
The wood is rotten
Love bends and shakes
The anchor
To finally make love to a woman
After all these years sailing
But not with my body
With my mind
This city can swallow you up
The ocean is vast
It takes a lot of courage
To throw down the anchor in the middle of nowhere
Here I lay beside you
Where the sun is at it’s strongest
The smell of saltwater like desire
Releasing the pain at last
Me
Out of nowhere
Rose a great feeling of hope
That I was finally getting somewhere
In my life
It did not come from the ocean
Nor from this picturesque city
It did not start from the starlight
Does not exist because of the many colourful people
It came from inside
From the depths of my entire being
A place where only I can travel to
Unique in its feeling of fortitude
Summer sea
The stillness in the water
It feels like somethings going to happen
But there is no depression here
No sadness
Those are human ways
Here there is only a harmonious song
Lifting my spirits
Floating with the other
Green fields
The green fields down below
Look so beautiful
Like a woman I once knew
For a split second
The car weaves in and out of the hills
And I think of her body
Her mind
How she touched me
Closer than the landscape
And the memories
Natures eyes
True at last
Metaphor
The sea is like a cup of coffee
Half drunk
Waiting for the end of time
And a new occupant
On this chair
Film star or no film star that is the question? (inspired by Andre Breton)
The blonde sun encircling this fortress
as I am turning the page of a calendar year
leaving no stone unturned on the flat screen
dying endlessly her majestic hair for fun
The dress that is owned by no one shudders
departs my room like a space rocket travelling to far off planets
ejaculating over the lonely kingdom of women
ruled by money and honey in templates of roses and stuttering
The bees sting takes me to her garden swiftly
the film is over like a crescent moon
She removes her lipstick before bedtime lately
but leaves her fingernails painted black
I am under attack by loving desire
all hail the ants who bow to her and glisten
drinking the sky like a sea in a basin
the shores of armies sleep peacefully for now
Dream like film star speak to me like a chorus
beyond the sun painted blonde
beyond the sky painted black
reorder the universe in wisps of silk
A red carpet hell of glamorous tigers
drones of money encircling the feast and drums
smiles with golden teeth embalmed
dressage in your cupboard full of socks and moths
horses in your palms of water
fill them up in vineyards lady
hold your breath forever
1…2…3…
Swim into me into the sea
into the breeze into the trees
the screen freezes in between the poles
Strip your life bare like a polar bear
naked newspapers remember me
remember her mystery
Camera attack the lynched atmosphere
the air and all the solitary continents
define words by how important your tan line is
belong to no one but the blonde sun
Her stilettos laugh hysterically
her red lipstick mocks everyone
her red carpet is a spinning top spinning endlessly
her red dress mimics the red in paintings of the forgotten ones
her red hair flows to the ethereal
She is a trapeze artist hanging onto the cinema audience
the clowns are waiting for their chance of picture book glory
beneath the roses the ground stirs
She drops the axe on my head carefully
splitting my heart in two
the music has begun beyond the forests
breathing like the lost playing card in my favourite pack
the machines are alive between her thighs
as I tighten my rucksack and head off into the mountainous dew
the curtain rises
the curtain falls
the blonde sun encircles the earth
what are the showtimes for today?
how expensive are the tickets?
shall we sit at the back and make love?
Shhhh…
silence…
it has begun…
She leans forward and steals a kiss
The back row erupts
the blonde in the middle erupts
heaven exists in an apple
and for 1 moment I am perfectly happy
I disappear never to be seen again
A new me is coming
Lock up your film stars
reality is coming
The Line
Draw me a line from me to you
Paint me a picture of this life
Dance this waltz under the stars
Remembering who we are
Never forgetting a single moment
What we mean to each other
Sing me a tune of memories
Play this violin with pathos
Draw me a line from me to you
Release the rivers into the world
Overflow with peace and free will
Goodness is coming
My path
The path I tread upon
Is how I want my life to be
Away from the cliff face
Down by the rivers edge
Surrounded by trees and animals
And a cool wind
In the midst of summer
Searching for the freshness
Of life itself
For ever and ever and Eva
Like dune sunsets
We rose like lions
Across the jungle of this city
The void of truth
Taking it as it comes
With a flip of a coin
And a wild stare
We only existed to be loved
In the speed of time
The gardens collapse
In toy continents
And cardboard cutouts
Of memories and the
Wild river which has lasted
For ever and ever and Eva
Looking forward to the future
As I sip Greek coffee
In the middle of Spring
Clouds barely cover
The blue sky
And yellow sun
Peering through this cup
Like curtains revealing warmth
A sweet bitter taste
Of summer still to come
Growing old blues
Warped by time
Left to rot in the sewer
Whilst pretty girls come out to play
Saturday night blues
Saxophoning their way to morning
Hells spirit of a lug of beer
The damp street calling
Almost like a memory of teenage angst
The vocals perplexed
By the mirror image of a ravaged earth
Rock star
Ehh See Dee See night sky
Love struck
And travelling on and on
By taxi
I gave her Wine and Roses
But she left me
By the side of the road
Howling for a full moon and a memory
The Domino Effect
Walking across London streets,
A river running through it
From sea to you.
Angel of my heart!
Moon of the sky!
Lapping against the temples of time,
The horses of the lost
Reappearing in the yellow lines
And the tarmac blues
Saxophones singing of traffic lights
And pavements.
Paving their way to archaeologists,
Lost in time.
My own museum of the present,
Sailing
Can you see it sailing?
From me to you.
Walking across London streets,
Heartbroken.
So many strangers,
Anger and cruel laughter
In the wind
And the storm of summer
Catapulting me into this forgotten kingdom,
Where nights rule the earth.
Religious glory leaves me defenceless and
Hip but
Hippie love lingers and
Chimpanzees rage war on humanity because
We all need love.
Howling into the London fog,
Where the past is a dream
Like a movie
In a deserted cinema of joy.
Sand covers me forever
And always like the freest bird.
I keep tripping over my feet.
Anxious and scared.
Wanting to be liked by this glowing hurricane
Of people and places I meet everyday.
Oh Odysseus save me from myself
And the impending doom
Of my own insecurity
And depression.
The sirens are everywhere
Like a flat tyre!
Like road rage!
Like a trip to the bank!
The drugs of money flowing,
As notes scatter in the middle of the monotonous road.
Everyone rushes to grab them.
Like painless masturbation!
Like woman!
Like man!
Fear rising,
World War 3 has begun darling, darling run
Into the sirens and obstacles
Of a childish game.
Here popularity runs the state,
A state of confusion
And lipstick,
Red dune sunsets,
Flashing lights and screams of surrender.
Surrender to no one!
Just joy!
Till you drop your guard down.
Crazy dogs!
You mad dogs!
Crazy owners!
Even crazier diners!
In American dictatorships!
Swooning the streets of London!
In rain like confusion!
Dream baby dream
Of music and lies.
Crazy life we lead Into the apostles of picturesque postcards
Monastic lives we all live in the hazy day light, love struck
And travelling on and on
The birth
A shot rings out
Before dawn
The baby is still in the womb
A horse is unsettled
Breaks free from the barn
Gallops out into the mist
The forest between her legs
Welcomes me home
Shuddering with latent
Sex appeal
River play
As time bends the spoon
The moon is shot with hunger
A breakfast for champions
A hold of my heart
A woman smiles at me on the roaring pavements
She gives me love on the street
She gives me love at home
She gives me love unconditionally
Without her
I am just a catapult of time and fate
A woman smiles at me on the roaring pavements
One look and I’m gone
To another world
Where harmony exists
Momentary song lighting the rosy future
Move me
Move me
Take me to the dance
Where the end is the beginning
And romance is chance
Trust me
Like you would a friend
Read my palm in awe
Of the mystical thread
That gathers round this ornament
Seats safely by my side
Converses with sweet rhymes
Through the soldiers of the night
Love me
With every last drop
Red lipstick on your lips
Pearl drops
Take me to the altar
Marry me to the lines
That build around your skin
Like the Parthenon’s disguise
If heaven is a dream scope
Beauty in your eyes
Look at me with everything
We’ll defeat the mysteries of time
To…
To touch a woman
To live a dream
To open doors
In peacetime
The war is raging
In side your heart
Where miracles exist
As fortunate as tears
She
As the sea rages in unison
The dusk air barely observing
Moons fall apart in rustic tables
Where temples pray for peace
And a mindful fresco
Painted underneath the stars
I hold this fruit for her
She my undeniable love
Woman of my travels
Ship inside my heart
Sail like an oyster
To a world which has no bounds
Before the struggle
Remember the feeling of feeling free
When no one can touch you
Your mind is your own
Your words
Hands feet eyes ears heart body soul whole being
Is a prism
Reflecting the outside world
Before the struggle
Now it has shattered into a million pieces
Millions of light years away
Look up
You can see yourself
Encircling the vastness
And the caverns of time
Echoing forever through the silence
And thunder
Calmness and memories
Going backwards and forwards like the water hitting the beach
Deserted in this here land
No I can’t go back
But I can go forwards
Deep into that universal night
To the farthest reaches of the galaxies
Space
Time
I have finally left humanity
I am beyond the dream
The prism broken
Losing myself
Travelling alone
To death defying glory
Where no one can touch me now
Prism be mine
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
The beginnings of civilization
Across the huts
The settlers were settling
Two millennia of searching
For home
Come to an end
By a back water ridge
They had no idea of another
No clue about truth
Just some fixed idea
That they had to find a meaning
And a purpose
Beyond the stars
And the sea
Even if there was none
It gave them a reason to
To live
Passionately
To bring the ship home
At twilight
As the dust settles
The cries of joy
Can be heard in the distance
Troy
The Iliad
The whole shebang
The music box
Travel far Into the mysterious ocean
Sing for the eternal night of day
Long for the child in you that dances
Playing with the memories safely locked away
Deep are the silences
Twenty seven years in a dead man’s locker
A one legged pirate
And parrot on my shoulder
Sailing the seven seas
As dark and blue as the night
Dreaming of treasure
And a weight off my chest
Deep are the silences
When the whole wide world is in peace
Go deep for my plight
The invisible pillow
The cold January snake slithers around me
As the frost freezes the eternal coffee cup
Hung round the neck of a visionary peasant
Plowing the fields of the still going strong Roman Empire
In the lake of my dreams resting on the invisible pillow
Awkward and strange stranger than the pebble
Which has travelled oceans and continents centuries and millennia
To talk to me now whilst I sit spying on this woman
She is a secret agent alien to us all
This flying saucer takes off from the table
The harems are smashing the box office
Everyone is a ticket seller when they’re in trouble
But the performance will begin in a few minutes
On your marks get set go say the bells and the shells
The world is hunting me but you can’t outsmart a fox
In the middle of an unmarked orange
Whilst I park the police car by the shoreline
Where time never ends and ends
Jack Kerouac
And the beat goes on
The beat goes on
Beat them all
Till there’s no one left to be beaten
And the beat goes on
Beat them till they’re dead
Beat them till they’re alive
Beat them when they’re broken
Beat them when they’ve gone
Beat them whilst they’re laughing
Beat them during your song
And the beat goes on
The beat goes on
Beat them all
Till there’s no one left to be beaten
And the beat goes on
Beat the sunshine drapes
Beat the rain that beats down on the balcony
Looking out over the whole beaten world
My atomic bomb
All these years lost to the moon
Aged like a piece of blue cheese
You know
When I was young everything felt like a dream
So full of life but lost
Now I’ve woken to the strange realisation
Of my own mortality
This ordinary life
But calming to find my place
Like clear seas
Amongst the mysteries of time
Where I am all but an atom
In the great scheme of things
The latest news headlines
Falling apart in universal bombshells
I know
This rooms taken
But there’s a nice little hotel
Two streets away
I’ll just keep walking down the hall
That’s were we usually meet
Amongst the wood and ashes
The fireplace keeps me warm
This tree lasts for thousands of years
It’s seen it all
Like a cocktail waitress
Dinner is served
TRIPTYCH ( when the present becomes the past we think about the future)
The Present
So capture this dance
To the end of time
Drink wine with your family
On Christmas night
Watch old films on television
Outside snow brews
The present is a present from them to you
The Past
Where have you gone?
Beautiful friend
Glorious traveller
All these moments have disappeared from my hands
Like the stars in the sky at night
Forever shining
Now there is daylight
I can see more clearly
The sun can shine
The rain can fall
Without hurting me
I look in the mirror to reach out to you
Mysterious absence
Longing to be free
The Future
You are as unreachable as the silver moon.
A bullet caught in my mouth.
From this werewolf’s bite.
Howling for all eternity.
Amongst the rose bushes.
The lane that takes me to your house.
The bench.
The lake.
A knock at your door.
And the not knowing.
November
November
The days shorter
The candles brighter
Our lives longer
As darkness surrounds the full moon
Crisp morning air
Frost bite
And smoke rings of our minds
Awakens our memories of the sun
In the deepest of caves
Life feels like an echo
When you are alone
When you are amongst friends
Our common experiences
Seize the day
November
Autumn rain
Swimming through the sea of knowledge
Who cares if we are older
If we have so much to live for
Lust
Winter lust
A woman walks by
Her brassiere heavy
From my humming tune
Stuck inside this song of
Christmas night
Home again
I remember her there
Full of stockings
And red lipstick
Pressed against my chest
The treasure trove is lost
The caves never ending
The beginning just a lapse
Of this momentary murmur
As the sea sails the moonlight
The table is served
A woman walks by
I lower my paper
My hand unsettled
Reaching into my pocket
To lighten her heart
Like a smoking gun
Crimson lust
By clover fields
It feels lucky to smile
As she sways with time
Symphonies let loose
The conductor is ready
To drive the orchestra home
She gets on a red bus
Red lipstick
I follow her to her door
Whose that knocking?
In my heart
I give her a rose
Declare my love for her
She smiles
Replies
Winter lust
A woman walks by…
Homeward bound
How many poets can you hear singing?
How many truths in a man?
By the waters edge
The river is filled with memories
A childhood of peace
Where adults can only wish to be
As boats sail to the calling of a transcendent bird
Fly fly Take me Homeward bound
Life is calling In paintings
The sky is music
I drink coffee from this torrent
Alone lost abandoned hopeful
How many truths in a man?
How many poets can you hear singing?
Homeward bound
Take me
Homeward bound
Where the sky is singing
The truth is non beginning
And all the miracles are ordinary
Like a walk around the park
Homeward bound
Homeward bound
Take me
Homeward bound
How many poets can you hear singing?
How many truths in a man?
Homeward bound
The show must go on
This photography is in black and white. The past. It was a hot night. Madison
Square Gardens. ''May I introduce to you the late Marilyn Monroe,'' echoed the
presenter. She wiggled on stage, uncomfortable in her tight dress, thinking ''Hey.
Late? I'm not dead yet.'' That famous flesh coloured dress. Nakedness. Sex. As
smooth as velvet night sky. With almost diamond like crustaceans sowed on.
Shining like the stars. Marquisette fabric with huge 2,500 rhinestones. Platinum
blonde hair. Curvy body. Grinning. The crowd a mixture of loud joy and silent
disbelief. Then there was silence. Her beauty was deafening. The spotlight on her,
surrounded by darkness. She flicked the mic. Put her hands to her eyes comically
scowering the audience for her fans or people she might know. She opened her
mouth. Sighed. Hesitated. About to stutter. But no. The show must go on. And
she began to sing. And for a moment history stood still. ''Happy Birthday Mr
President...'' with her sweet voice.
Novel
And Norma was dancing along Sunset Strip in the middle of the night. Her smile
lingered on forever into the mysterious night. The sky full of stars, forever dying in
our hearts. Marilyn Monroe a great actress, full of the ultimate sadness. The kind
that sets the screen on fire. Melancholic fill. The audience drunk on whiskey,
transfixed in the cinema, as surrealism past through our eyes, ears and we could
almost smell her, as she touches us with her loneliness. Cause we were lonely too.
Each one of us sitting in the darkness, dreaming of better things, and friendships,
like she dreamed too. Eternally. Wake up. Norma Jean.
Dance, I know you can
An earth shot sky
A world that passes me by
Women I have plenty
In my dreams
In the fields
Of my heart
Caves
Diving into the unknown
Caverns
As we rest by the fire
The stars in the sky
Momentary
Remembering all that’s lost
To the night
The universe is as holy as a song
Magical
But powerless to act
Against the black holes of its final act
The theatre is collapsing in on itself
Dance
I know you can
Dance
Autumnal Song
Autumnal song
A changing course
As the wind blows the sails
To your territory
Summer departs
Like the full moon
Reaching for the waves
And the reflection of Winter
I always thought of my self
As Spring
Hopeful and cursed
Longing to be loved
By natures conundrum
This pretty girl smiles
At the evening air
Now daylight is fading into me
Irene Papas sings
I sit inside the stone house
Outside rain falls
Summer is in it’s prime
The sky is cloudy
Irene Papas sings on the record player
Her voice haunts the room
The day is lonely
My coffee cup full
Of emotions and rest
Beyond the clouds
The sun comes and goes through the clouds
Leaving me troubles
I await its warmth even for a second
To comfort me from this cold breeze
Surrounding my life
Caught up in questions
Along the road of dreams
As the sky darkens
All seems lost
Only for a friendly face to peer out of the blue
Behind the curtain
The garden is golden
Healthy in the bright light of day
And at peace with its night
Beyond the clouds
The sun is shining
There is hope and peace of mind
Living amongst a world of understanding
And shared compassion
That the rain could fall at a glance
Leaving rainbows gazing into this solitary dance
Longing to be loved
It feels like the whole world is rocking
Backwards and forwards
In this space
There is a chair
There is a man
Called me
Longing to be loved
Treated kindly
By a cruel earth
Where sun light scorches loneliness
That long distant line to paradise
It is raining where you are
Do you remember me laughing?
And the jokes we used to tell
They were Hollywood gold
Mixed with the dreams of memories
And hope
Sea bream
At last some peace of mind
Free will
And knowledge
A fair wind blowing
Shimmering sunlight
Closeness
Village life
Co-existing
Away from the downbeat city
Breaming with memories
Sea bream
I sit on this bus in Central London
This positive Earth
Relaxing in the sweet garden
Full of treats
The green grass
Smell of fresh air
Sunny shade
Taking over the world
My problems
For a while
This tanned Earth
Is wiser than we are
Knows when to rise
And when to fall
For they are both positives
In its life
With its cycle
When darkness comes
The owls come out to play
Their big eyes
Hooting till dawn
Amongst our dreams
Like statues we pray
For a wilderness which has no bounds
Chained to a garden chair
And a flip of a coin
The war is over for me
Leaving the war torn region
With bullets ringing in my ears
Having lost so much
But gained my freedom
Looking out towards new horizons
The uncatchable sea
The immortal sunrise
The road ahead beautiful
As strong as a white dove of peace
I feel
My mind it is pounding like a brick wall
My heart is shattering in aloneness
My tears are shed all around the world
But at least I feel
Have some sympathy for those around me
Care what happens to me
And to others
Not stuck inside this rut of nastiness
Spreading all the way around the world
Like an oil tanker leak
In the wide ocean
For a human to truly be alive
They need to be free
Not subjected to others so called slavery
So
My mind it is pounding like a brick wall
My heart is shattering in aloneness
My tears are shed all around the world
But at least I feel
Have some sympathy for those around me
Care what happens to me
And to others
This makes me free
And truly alive
Now tell me yours…
Changing mood
A low feeling
As deep as the blue
Agitated inside this moment
Forgotten without a trace
Praying to my memories
Holding on to the hopeful breathing
As a fishing boat floats above
Surrounded by the candles of light
Traffic beacons for the whole earth
To be enthralled by
Roses in a rose garden
Poets in a poetic storm
Rising like the deep
Tracing a seaside resort on paper
Hoping for lovelorn detachment
Blowing out the candlelight
Enthral further
In the poem and in life
Seaside sea saw
Candle be mine
Life is a poem
Read by candles at night
Stranger
She leaves me here
Waiting
Alone
Longing to hold her
Like this pretty smile
That I see often
It controls me
Like a curse
Poses as a saint
In the craziest of forms
Rumbling like the street cars
In my dispossessed mind
Soldiering on
To my own grin
Barely breathing
A nudist in a crowded shop
A mouse in a jungle
Conquering all doubts
When will I see her again
This friend of mine
This object in a fish bowl
Sexual desire
Rages
In the pick pockets
Float in her cup
Relaxing at coffee shops
Watching the whole world rush by
Like a caffeine trip
To higher locations
A motionless chair
The sip of bitter sweet milk
On my tongue
Like this girl I knew long ago
Now she’s left me sitting here
Engulfed by traffic
And a lonely sky
Raining down on my noise
Beating inside my head
Like romantic memories
Her brown hair
Deep inside this cup
Swirling like a merry go round
As lost as this spoon
Abandoned on this plate
For me to live with
Everyone who walks in
Is nothing like her
The door is open
But the seas are troubled
Hissing across the cappuccino
And the salty cheese pie
Echoing in the daylight
Dreaming like this ship
Mooring the anchor
By the postcard town
Feeling low in London
Captivating Greece
I take another taste of her coffee
Watch her world rush by
Sit on her lonely chair
Spell the words in her invisible sky
Eat her never ending cheese pie
Make love to her blue cloudy face
Corrupt her innocent life inside
Float in her cup
She serves me a coffee
If only she could love me
Again and again
Like I want her to
I see her standing there
As tall as this tower
And as wise as this sky
Even though she never befriends me
The dams they have broken
This river has flooded the town
In the snowy peaks
The birds they are singing
An opera has begun
For every queen that moves this orchestra
Decades of loss have released themselves
This bow has shot an arrow
She serves me a coffee
Smiles and walks away
I await to see her again
Only this time more mournful
Closer to this stone
Stuck deep inside the core
Woman on the beach
She moves me like the tide
I’m alone in retreat
Spend my life waiting for her
Ever so often the water will come back in
Streaming into the sand like her voluptuous hills
Smiling as summer does
And as still as the distance
Of land and sea
Once entwined
Sometime separated
Longing to be free
The woman that I love
The woman that I love
I see walking down the street
Heaven in our eyes
Touches my presence
The smoke from cars
And the ocean sky
The woman that I love
Frees me
Owes me the world
And the dark night
Runs rings
Around this lonesome hell
The woman that I love
Is more true than time
Lost in the universe
Floating to Neptune
Like a purple dove
I feel as peaceful as the past
The woman that I love
Hugs me down that road
Leads me homeward bound
Opens up my life like raptured poets
Like forgotten climates
In chosen moments
The woman that I love
Has skin like honey
Bees stick to her fathomless skirt
Hope holds on to her painted fingernails
Commanding the army of my heart
Shattering this ordinary uniform
The woman that I love
Has no place for me
In reality all I dream of is her
Her lips rippled like healthy water
These tears expand the present
Future worlds do not exist any longer
The woman that I love
Drenches the garden
Sits on a bench
And talks to me
Her stockings pass passing laurels
Victorious in their memories
The woman that I love
Is like a beautiful present
A family that cares for me
More important than living and dying
Brandishing petunias
And the deep breathing of the trees
The woman that I love
Opens up mountains
Sails the fever
Of the human mind
Rushes to work like poisoned pens
Dancing to the music of her circular world
The woman that I love
Is more than the dew
That keeps the balance of the rain
Her breasts move me like passionate shorelines
Feeding the youthful hunger
And the momentary song
The woman that I love
Is a stranger of time
A friend of belonging
And longing to be free
Motionless moonlight as she clip clops away
Her gaze like horses galloping to eternity
The woman that I love
Holds me tonight
As I lie alone in destiny
Reaching out for the touches of moments
Releasing the love
And the wide open sea
Memory of a woman
The memory of a woman
Her smell
Her touch
Leaves me breathless for her kiss
Again and again
Remembering the shores
As close as the sunset
Boats swaying in the horizon
Miracles of the blue
Like her mountainous figure
Tummy so soft
Pregnant for the stars
And the ghosts of time
Reaching her sensitive lips
As sweet as pears
Milk falls from trees
From passing cars
The radio plays music
Her dance is poetry
We lie in bed content
The world rushes by
Whilst peace exists
Outside a war is brewing
The sky has darkened
The heavens are opening
Rivers loosen this earth
Make life simple
Always leading to a sea
On this boat we sail together
She looks into my eyes genuinely
The memory of a woman
An ancient coin unmasked
Drama in the semi circular theatre
Has me pleading for more
Has me living in other ages
She takes me by the hand
Leads me to my resting place
Here I lay in aura
Her body like vines
Pretty as grapes and addictive as wine
Stuck at home on a rainy November afternoon
Looney poets.
Starstruck.
A universe of little people.
Giants floating in outer space.
Jack trying to climb the bean stalk.
Just escaped from the insane asylum.
But he wants to get arrested.
He wants to go back in.
Rapunzel’s hair is flowing like a looney poet.
The bins are alive.
On their way to the asylum to meet you.
The most crazy one of all.
Your name is Adolf.
All these statements are false.
The revolution is still alive.
Long live the beard and the moustache.
Stalingrad is pregnant with twins.
Joseph is a boy.
Marilyn is a girl.
She talks.
He dances the tango.
In America they say.
Lets play ball.
Elvis has left the building.
Bus journey
The red bus takes me to work
Winding up and down autumn roads
Leaves are falling in my mind
Pavements are shattering in unison
With the yellow lines
And grey tarmac
Aged like centuries
Man
Cars shoot past
On this repetitive trip
A daily commute to mundane mundaneness
Madness reigns like the lonely king of nothing
Skies part
Ships sail
The echoes get louder
The bridge is for crossing
With the howling wind
Blue and white
White clouds travelling across blue plains
Like window panes to another world
The pain of the distance too beautiful to conceal
A feeling of smoke from rolling trains
Blue miracles of the ocean
Our invisible emotions shattered like dust
The real desert
And the imaginary music leading us on
To the awe of the whiteness
Surrounded by ocean
If we try we can travel from one land to the next
The journey will be long
But if you look up at the sky
One day you will get there
Set sail
Gather your thoughts
The strong morning wind is blowing
The sail is reaching for the waves
Finally my love the odyssey has begun
Ascend and descend and fly
Into the beautiful
Take me home sweet truth
Beautiful moon
Moon take me
To another world,
Where time is timeless
The cold night air fresh,
Feel the rush of excitement
Inside me grow,
I walk to the music
Of this oval song,
The moon so full
It can eat me
If I don't eat it first
Dark sky take me
To another world,
Where stars are alive
The city streets twinkling,
Feel the rush of excitement
Inside me grow,
I walk to the music
Of this oval song,
The moon so bright
Its yellowness calling me
I dare not look away
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Time with its healing hand
Touches moments and memories
Lost in the night
As daylight is breaking
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Love with its wings of doves
Flies over temples
Lost in the jungle of hearts
As rivers rage into seas of freedom
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Life with its eternal longing
Stampedes across wasteland
Lost in paradise
As the horses journey is beautiful and strong
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Loneliness with its repetitive drum
Awakens the army
Lost in a war
As the soldiers march to the sound of their own victorious song
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Laughter with its sweet truth
Falls between mountainous kingdoms
Lost in ravines
As the echoes last happily in mouths of remembrance and hope
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Death with its knowingness
Returns to the written word
Lost in melancholic books
As true as the fathomable night and more open than time
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Heroism with its bright light
Shines like the summer sun
Lost in blue islands
As the sea comes and goes, comes and goes touching steadfast shores
Can you hear the sound of the rushes weeping?
Bravery
Take me away to the ships
The ones travelling to new lands
Where warmth is a gift of natural delight
Let me float in the water
In your sea of love
Where happiness is something open and simple
Sleep by the fire in the stone house
Touch my hand like a lyre
As great as the mysteries of the sky
Don’t ask for too much
Now the storm is blowing
Wait for a lifetime for the sight of land
For time is like a shell
If you put it to your ear
You will hear your life sailing on
Heal me like the salt bath
Trust the long lonesome road
Drawing you in to this transitory painting
As lost in the sky as the blue of the sea
Remembering the poets of last night
Shining like this ship to bravery and beyond
Seasons
The winds of change take me to sweet pastures
A loving breeze cools my hair now autumn has come
Fields of longing fields of hope surround me
Like a leaf I land in the middle of natures paradise
Merging with all the landscape and time itself
Neither belonging nor not belonging
But free
Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent with his Arles
City of hearts and swirls
Paint like spirals reaching holy prostitutes
Sun mixed with snow as passion rides high
Ears let loose on riding plains
Of thunder and rain, hearing the love
The beauty of the sunrise takes us to the crying sunset
All the colours of the universe mixed in his bowl
Of torture and stains, As crows release the primitive storms inside
Churches collapse in tiredness, As Christ wakes from the cross
The three Marys rush to his bedside
Lost, abandoned, alone in the yellow house
Boarding his life away in religious lies
The snarl of the human animal, Beautiful
Van Gogh is my friend of the motionless night
But his paintings seem to move like light
Move me inside like a song
An Ancient Greek tragedy, chorus, comedy all in one
The love of a brothel teaches me hope
That the satellites will return to earth
So we live closer to home
Rush like the fields, paint like the stars
The blue earth surrounds me
My brush in my hand
I sit on my yellow chair
My green shoes are heavy from the soils alter
The reds are coming out of the masses
Resting on this coast
Where my cup is empty, smile still feeling
The woman by the window
The man in his favourite hat
The thread goes round and round
One leg on this chair is broken
Dawn is breaking
I must set out to paint
Art is my life
A way out of the artifice
Arles snarls in the mist
A train is cooing in the distance
The past is all there is
Just give me time
I'll get there
Poem
The non believer
Is the eternal dreamer
Looking out across the universe
Dancing to his own song
Not subjected to absolution
And a life of knowing
Everything is simple
Everything is beautiful
Life is to be lived
Amongst the stars
Getting ready to be discovered
Like the perfect kiss
Everyday is a new day
Lost in the sunlight
Gleaming with fortitude
Driven by desire
Cheer up lonesome traveller!
Drink the sun
Like a glass of wine
Toast to good health
And all the love you find
Family Tree
Universe rain down on me
Your collection of sons
Like a family picture book
Shining for all eternity
So beautiful to look at
Each star a mind of its own
Brooding with laughter
But these memories have faded into you
Left forever up in the dark sky
Something to remember me by
As bright as if they were picked from trees
Blowing in the summer breeze
Happiest when the moon is full
Melancolic houses rest as horses do
So just throw me into that sky
Let me have one last dance with you
Scattered like an ocean of daisies
In the fields that mean the most to birds so true
Fly as the angels do
As stars light up the night's smile
Candles flicker on the windy table so close to you
Torchlit universe
Torchlit universe
Clouds sunlight blue breeze
Holding on to the streams of traffic down below
Where the waves carry me to distant shorelines
Fresh air surrounds me
The polluted mist rises to the surface
Trees green love shadows of past mysteries
Floating like gravity in the slipstream
Buses like shuttles to other worlds
Space time peace
In the distance the bombs are dropping
Universal hell
Tanned ships fighting for survival
Clouds sunlight blue dreams
The war is over
Memories abound
I sit in this cave alone
The echoes travel from here to there
Always keeping me company
Showing me the way
The earth spins round and round
The sun at full blast
Daylight is breaking
Can you hear me calling by the river’s edge?
Is it dark where you are?
The countryside moves into the city
Torchlit universe
Torchlit universe
Begins to speak to me
Dance
Dance
Dream
Peace
Pausing to reflect on my life so far...
Momentary Madness
Song Sing to me
Dreams of love Birds flying
Shouting for help from themselves
Descending into the forest
Wings flapping Womens orgasm
Rights to be disabled in the womb
I can see You again
Sexual desire Voluptuous whore
Jokes are nice Like you Love you
I look into your eyes
Brown as the sky
Photographing madness Memories
I enter into the abyss A new man
Summer Dream
Hot summer nights Laying
By the beach
A cool breeze surrounds me Feeling as
High as a kite
Floating in the aura of happiness
Suspended in disbelief
At the simple nature of life
For a short time
Away from the mechanical city
And all that jazz As I am
Dancing ontop of buses
Almost touching the concrete sky
The bliss of smoke
Raining down on me Living
A surreal dream inside the
altogether true dream of the blue
Natures curse
Is a good way to be alive
London
Fields of rubbish
Catapulting to the moon
Levitating through our lives
Like a political snowstorm
Crushed like garlic
In the outer galaxies
Where the suburbs moan
For beautiful women
To descend as suns do
And captivate our hearts
Sending us to postboxes
Marked xxx
PAINT
Paint my love
Paint like you’ve never painted before
You can create anything
The horizons are yours
Breathe with time
Float in the ethers of life
Sing
A sea.
A sea
Is the master of all mysteries
Giving birth to life and death
Stretching across millennia and moments
5 minutes feels like a lifetime
Floating in the salt water
Diving into the unknown
Resurfacing and breathing in all the beauty
Looking out across the whole world
Finally belonging somewhere
In the depths of your soul
A refreshing madness
The ultimate sadness
Releases me into the blue
See
Lights in the darkness
City of lights lighting up our hearts like a plethora of stars
In the distance far off galaxies far off people the daily commute
And then the darkness a sea like universe playing with time
Our minds as waves reaching a clearing and then the lights
Lighting up the night the way candles stow away the storm
Heading our way then missing us creating new galaxies and space
Time eternal time the eternal blackness and the lights
Planets encircling the vastness and the torches of the new suns
Carrying the roads home through the voids of painful truths
Time moves like water
Time moves like water across this sea of hearts
Swimming in the ether of the invisible drum
Taking me to islands a long way from myself
Rolling like thunder in the impossible salt of thirst
Sky as ocean, sea of blue, yellow as the sun, descending on man
Time moves like water across this sea of hearts
Rising to the rhythm of a momentary song
Touched by madness and the moon
Lost in song, sea of hearts, begins my story
Rattles my drum, hisses like fire for momentary man, sparks of stone carved in marble
Time moves like water across this sea of hearts
Beginnings and endings and no replies
Echoes of madness, caves of gods
Natural order and human chaos
Alone in the universe, lost in space
Time moves like water across this sea of hearts
Keep sailing on starlit ships
Keep dancing to your invisible song
Keep swimming in the middle of azure jungles
Keep drinking the salt water that leads you there
Time moves like water across this sea of hearts
Time moves like water across this sea of hearts
Time moves like water across this sea of hearts
Find yourself
Don’t find yourself
Hocus pocus
Invisible lull
Nostalgia
Love lost me
My only friend
That night
Rain was falling
Hitting the window
Like your last words
Tonight, by canals I roam
I hear footsteps
Of long forgotten hope
Calling me back again
Awakening my spirit
Burning so brightly
But I can not return
The war has begun
Ships have set sail for new lands
Time is never-ending
My heart is broken
Like a cry, my life echoes all around
Lady of the Knight
Lady of the knight
My lady of the night
Take me to a place untouched by man
Where the rosemary grows
And the horses dream of peace
Here armour is purely ceremonial loss
A great show put on for all the town to host
Crowds come from miles around
For her beauty succumbs even war
Flowing like her hair as if Apollo was alive
Chasing Aphrodite with beams of sun and delight
When it comes to sex
Love is ashamed of showing its face
For pleasure is a good thing
Better than pain
Lady of the knight
My lady of the night
Take me to a place untouched by man
Where the rosemary grows
And the horses dream of peace
So alone yet so alive
In the middle of nature's fauna
This skin is travelling like silk embroided
Across soft landscapes where the milk is dew
Bodies entwined like well known branches
Trees twisting and turning for thousands of years
Having seen the whole of history save face
Even though money is the name of our peace
Ours minds alter our hidden world enthralled
Our animalistic desires raging in Greece
Hot temples explode in awe and ash
The ships captain roars land ahoy to us
For she is my lovebird
Flying to Rome
The Empire is over
But so is the dawn
Stained sheets and embarrassed smiles
Shower curtains and sweat like thirst
Cigarette ash and bra like smoke
Dirty underwear and laundry day
Goodbye feels like hello
The lady ushers her night away
Lady of the knight
When will we go to war?
What am I really looking for?
Is it love?
A girlfriend experience?
Something more?
Or just like you
I want a connection
A bit of affection
To know someone holds me tight
All through the stormy night
In the distance thunder roars
The sound of the battle cry
The drums beat louder
The horses neigh
Hold me some more
This dream feels real
Humanities first!
Kiss me lover again and again
I hear the crows and the bells crying
In unison my love in unison
Sleep peacefully and don't look back Orpheus
Yours truthfully I love her
Togetherness
Nature's dream is setting fire to the film reel, The picture is chug chugging to a halt
Frozen in time on lonesome pillows, white as snow, like prisms bringing all the family together, like a nation of flowers rising to our knees
Applauding and wanting an encore still stuck in a theatre's paradise
Live on
Just one last song to see us home, We'll go so far as a dream can take you
The place erupts as if Vesuvius has woken, The little shop by the corner is still selling bread
Kites are flying for the new year, awakening valentine hearts like mine, here Pompeii is just minutes away
This is nature 's dream, calling us ever so sweetly, as we waltz into the moonlight forevermore
Horses
We stampeded like horses, Across lands of the dying moon
Setting fire to the sun, And the oceans of time
As free as the birds of the sky, Where time has no place
We waited for no one out here in the twilight gravities
Dreams took our hearts to deserts of rain and peace
Our bodies sank beneath the stars and rose like ashes of wine
Bonfires encircled the world like a mist covering the night, City scapes, Us all
But freedom has a price for we can never stop rushing from hell
Stampeding through the light at one with the chaos inside
Drinking our lives like a party of heavenly flowers
Blooming through the madness encircled by the pain
Rising to the rhythm of a melancholic song
Caught between heaven and hell
Freer than the oceans and the waves
More lost than the night
We stampeded like horses, Across lands of the dying moon
Setting fire to the sun, And the oceans of time
As free as the birds of the sky, Where time has no place
The Greatest War
The real war is pulling at the heart strings
Breaking with the dawn at the crescendo of this guitar
Moving through the years like sunlight lost at dusk
Never knowing what creates it, what becomes of it, who we are
The real war is inside us
Fighting through dust, eternal thoughts
Hoping for peace, as loneliness shatters
Each realisation of the darkest void
The real war is emptiness, looking into an abyss
Sailing to centuries, unbeknown to bliss
Flowers wither and die when we touch one another
For each of our truths a mystery to us all
The real war is crying, open, shy
Caught like a moment in the net of our eyes
Thunder rolling in immortalities skies
Pain caused by the weaknesses of the tide
The greatest war is inside
Guns blasting to the night, Just as
Earth shatters like a kiss
Time rose towards my mind, frozen, helpless, singing my lines
The Magic Trick
Temples have risen out of the depths
Oceans have sunk to modernity’s clause
Past lives are threatening to break through the magic
Magicians are disappearing out of their hats
Pagan drums are swimming with the mob
Individuals are loosening the rip chords
The tide of history is setting
Ships are setting sail for Crete
The minotaur has spoken
As we enter the labyrinth
Freedom awaits
Theseus takes Ariadne’s hand in marriage
And we begin to love life again
Not with the eye of witch hunts
Not with the need for good and evil
The temples they have spoken
The magical world we believe in has vanished
As the rivers and oceans in all of us are let loose on the world
Good health for once is a virtue
Anyone for a game of cards?
As we gamble our life away
I wake up from my soothing dream
A bunny rabbit appears out of my hat
And seduces me with its innocence
Consume or Die!
The temples they have blasphemed
Centuries have run riot
Across civilizations of war and peace
Where one monkey became billions
One brain turned into nothing
Exploding like stars into a mixture of a desire for everything
We have become a race of consumers
Not loving life, just feeling the need to buy and buy
Then sell our lives at the nearest exit sign
Whilst indicating the other way
Cars remain frozen in a dangerous salad of money
Only the electronic screens carry on
Taking over the world with one click
The machines have risen to the surface
They are flying as humans walk to non entity
Depressed and lonely for change
Not conforming to the norms in all the newspapers from here to the sun
Shouting for individuality
But the motto says:
''Consume or die!
Live or fly!
Spend spend spend
Enjoy enjoy enjoy
Do not think''
Think again
Glide to the nothingness
Torches of remembrance shining down on the sky
Medieval cities of hope crucified in pagan glory
Think again of peaceful light
Praying to the darkness
The roar of the lion who consumes no more
In the jungle we will live with the stars
Our only friends
Think again
Watch the films you enjoy again and again
Time is lost in shops that destroy
Sunbathe for Mars, sunbathe for Venus
Snow capped mountains, baseball caps, home runs
America is lost, the Empire is over, the dream is over
Wake up from the doldrums of society
Ancient Greece the birth
America the death
Consume or die!
Consume or die!
Bring back the Pagan Gods
Throw heaven and hell in the garbage trucks, every Thursday
Live again
Accept ourselves as good and bad
Live again
Love one another
Live again
Mount Olympus has erupted!
The messiah is getting laid!
He's high on coke
Consuming his last ego with a sugary taste
Long live the animal
It's beautiful
The stars have fallen on our patios, searching for peace, a peaceful drum
The Christmas sales have begun?
Eyes wide open
The fox is cunning?
Be cunning too
Live your life?
Live your life
You only have one
NATURE
This city as a temple
Holds no power over me
Attached like a puppet
It falls subdued
The strings being commandeered by the crowd
Whistling for a change that never comes
I am alone
Lost in the moment
As a river passes through time
Buildings rise then fall
Overlapping against the natural elements
A struggle ensues between what is man made and truth
TRUTH
What is truth?
A cry into the night
The howl of the wind
Rustling of leaves
Underfoot
Our imaginations start to grow
What is truth?
Everything apart from ourselves
Only our breathing keeps us awake
As we look up at the sky
And dream of yesteryear
Lost in time
What is truth?
It is not knowing
Being helpless, being unaware
An alive animal
With a tortured heart
Forever dreaming
What is truth?
It is what is in front of you
The moon, the sky, the endless night
All these things and more
It is beautiful
It is the only thing that matters
LOVE
She is as elusive as the night
I miss her like the day
Her breasts flow with honey all around the world
In time she gives me love
I travel along the highways of her legs
To rich cities of her mind
Where travellers meet from lost continents
Selling rare fruit
Her voice lingers in pine trees
And tastes of olives
I can smell the future throbbing
Her skin envelops me
As I am writing this letter
I think i am in love
Though i have never met her
Or spoken to her
She is the daughter of the world
The hills have broken
The ravines have been set free
Nothing can stop this feeling
Taking forth
The rightful heir to the throne
The queen of hearts
Teases me with her genuine smile
But she is always one step ahead of me
One city away
Further into the night
One breath away from me
Rushing like the tide
She is as elusive as a magic trick
Ordinary yet shy
Longing to hold her
Through thick and thin
As the mist covers the city
In the distance wilderness lights
I hear a train calling home
She is as elusive as the night
She is the daughter of the world
The hills have broken
The ravines have been set free
She dances to the music
She is everywhere and nowhere
Commonplace yet rare
Lustful and part of me
She is love
She is love
Holding onto my tenderness
Fresh apples falling from trees
OUR LONELINESS
The bells ring out for a peace of mind
Ushered between the darling rain
Which falls from lonely hotels
Where I sit and write this book
On lonely tables
And think of the time when I was young
I had the whole world in front of me
Now I'm lagging behind this lonely lark
Trying to fly to a beautiful song
Murmouring lonely poetry in a lonely shell
Where I spent summers relaxing at bus stops
Years spent sunbathing in the winter snow
Cold but warm in a lonely blossoming
Of flowers I give to a girl
She loves them and sighs
''The smell of perfume in the skyline
Hides the horror of lonely hearts
Lonely me and lonely you
Beginning to cry but beginning to laugh all over again
As the echoes get louder in the caves of our past''
Howling like the lonely wind
Blowing like the lonely wolves
Hunting for nuts and berries
Inside the sun
Glowing like the fire in my car
Driving to phantoms and loneliness
Under the moon of the dying gun
Shooting up like lonely trees
Thousands of years spent waiting
For the Ancient Greeks to come
Wait Quiet I hear someone
The lonely footsteps get louder
Time floats on the lonely slipstream
In multitudes of loneliness
Lonely one I hear you lonely one
There is a miracle glowing
To understand one's loneliness well
Down a lonely church evaporating in water
Into crimson dreams of dust and lungs
We were fish once, were we lonely then?
Breathing bubbles to the surface
When shall we come to the surface lonely one?
Like the lonely sun
Who is the biggest lonely one!
As love shone
The only one who loves everyone
MY MIND
The fort stands firm and tall
Beyond the walls the army rumbles
Inside the people run to hide
As catapults are launched like fire
There is no way out
I have been trapped here for weeks
The food and water is running out
Our soldiers launch arrows beyond the moat
Just as the enemy have broken through
Just as they have destroyed the walls
As their soldiers are rushing into the arena
The draw bridge is opened
My mind begins to fight back abruptly
The impending attack is held back
The walls are rebuilt
No one is ever allowed inside
REVOLUTION
I moved through banana republics shaking those pom poms like there was no tomorrow
Greeting the bard with a solid 'neigh'
We were horses you see, donkeys to be more precise
Eating the field as it rolled on from the past to the present to the future
Like a glorious sunrise or sunset
I forget which
I have more important things on my mind
Like eating this banana
Charles Darwin is back
The monkeys will have their revolution
The only reality
ANGEL
Your my angel
Your my truth
Your my love that helps me through
Your my animal
Your my day
Your my light
That keeps me up all night
An ocean
A volcano
A dream
A universe full of stars
Angel dust calling me millions of light years away
Through the darkness
I'll always know I'll be floating away
Into you
Into the mysteries
The temples of our hearts
The best way to be
The angel in the half light
Rising in time
...TRANSCENDS EVEN TIME
Pure freedom transcends even time
Stars flowing in the blue sky
Night lost in daylight, lost in me
Even if I had a choice to go back
I would keep heading to the horizons
Of momentary peace, a lost calm blue sea
Up there in space time doesn't exist
Only a friend to me now
Blowing bubbles in the slipstream
Like a child I'll live forever
Alone in the blackness without air to breathe
Haunted by the past and the full moon
Howling like the wolves in my heart
I love you dearly gravity float away to be
Pure freedom transcends even time
Hunting for ancient treasure in the ancient jungles of my life
I have to break free to nothingness
An ode to everything
Lost in freedom yours sincerely
ENDLESS BEGINNING
Across the wind Rush words of time
Alarm bells opening up new possibilities
Each morning a thorny rose grows
More truthful, more poignant
Its flower leaving me speechless
And ready to run the race to
Decades of torment
Under grey skies
This everyone goes through
Lonely valentine hearts like mine
Singing freely like a dolphin
In love with love itself
Hate to leave this world empty handed
And lonely as a pill
Courting the sky
Vast impossible sky
Opaque
Dreamlike beauty shattering the peace
As peaceful as a dove
Married to me
Longing to break free from words
Undescribable
Momentary
Free
Free
Take me back to the end of time
Where I wither and die
Alone
Together with the blue
Endless beginning
Rush like words
Stones temples and pilots
Awakening the fight
In me the desire grows
Keep breathing Beautiful friend
Through the miracle dust To glorious oblivion
THE STATUE
When I was young
Time seemed to last forever
Like snow at christmas
Now the rains have come
Washing away all the beauty
Leaving that snowman worn
Age like a mountain
Reaches a peak
The descent below otherworldly
Soon summer
And the great truth
Bronzing my skin like a statue
Lost in time
For the whole world to see
Naked forlorn
ROW
Take these oars
They will take you anywhere
Anywhere in the world
Just row
The journey will be difficult
But the oceans are free
Dangerous and wild
THE LOST LOVE OF THE DERANGED POETS
The lost love of the deranged poets
Surfing through the streets of tinsel town
Breathing in all the fumes of the celebrity nut crackers and
Like lions in the night of King Arthur's round table we were
Spinning like a merry go round on a buses desire
Toppling regimes of change the world lunacy
Fidel e o and all the dinosaurs
As only the silence remains
The lost love of the deranged poets
Laughing until the end of time
A fish on a hook at the end of the line
Getting off the tube train like a lamb to the slaughter
Greek Easter in dictatorial London
Moustaches and stilletoes and all that love
Love love love love
As only the silence remains
THE JOURNEY OF AN ARTIST
A man runs across the field passionately
Golden wheat shining on him like the sun
Green grass and brown mud merge with him
As he gets faster and faster, non existant
Almost like the speed of a skyward bullet
He is part of nature, the only man part of this world
The part of the puzzle, brushstrokes of emotions
Rattling like the trees, shouting like the blue sky
As great as the air, as alive as the colours
Tortured like the stars, endlessly shining
Collapsing in front of the horizon again and again
A beautiful moment captured at last
THE PRISON
As wind swept sorrow moved my brow
I sailed on to the present with beautiful sails
Always knowing I wasn't to blame
This prison was man made for us all
At least I can look outside at the sunrise
The sun swallowing up everything
Like oysters in a romantic triste
The others they think they are in heaven
Too, imposed on them by man
They laugh and rejoice at the fresh air
Whilst I sit with them in this concrete cell
At night the moon comes into the space
Offering me a respite and some hope
That one day I'll be freed
But the key lies with them, will they understand what they have become?
THE FAMOUS POET
I write poetry and
It makes me happy
No one knows me
But inside I am famous
Passion drives us all
My words are therapy
Here in this great moment
I am most alive
THE CITY
One day I will break through their ranks
I will knock down their walls
Fight everyone inside
This city will be mine
But what then?
When I have my freedom
What will I do?
What will there be left to do?
I will still be alone
Even more alone
Struggling to break through invisible ranks
Knocking down invisible walls
Better to let them win
As they waste their time
Closed inside the city walls
Fearful of my solitary cry
EVOLUTION
Time nailed down like a harness
For our human ways
To push and pull through the darkness
For heavens above
The animals thump their chests
Monkey see monkey do
AEROPLANE JOURNEY
The cloudy desert of the mountainous terrain
Appearing out of the mist like a space odyssey
A lost planet hurtling through outer space
Time an ocean of love orbiting the stratosphere of the lost poets
And the merging of the land and sky
Deep in the imperial mist
Sailing through the desert of the lost cause
Shaking like a leaf in orbit
Spinning like a top of a beer bottle
In plains of reemergence
Exciting phantoms of the sky
Love poets repossessed in artichokes of heroines
Where nothing is plane boring but constantly high
Higher than the aeroplanes flying in the sky
Silver templates of the white clouds
Forged to earth like the knights templar
And mist nothing but mist
But feeling blue
Sometimes I reach a clearing
And descend like wings to the dawn of time
Ditto
Shade of pink horizon
Sunshine pouring
Beautified dizzying harem of mine
ARTICHOKE HEROINES
Artichoke heroines of the dull dull night
Playing the drums with their blue hair
Sad big eyes as full as the big black moon
A lonely voice but the devil may care
Waterfall of my imagination pour pour and pour
The Line
Draw me a line from me to you
Paint me a picture of this life
Dance this waltz under the stars
Remembering who we are
Never forgetting a single moment
What we mean to each other
Sing me a tune of memories
Play this violin with pathos
Draw me a line from me to you
Release the rivers into the world
Overflow with peace and free will
Goodness is coming
To Fly
A hawk hovering over the populace
In search of its prey
The belly of the beast
Screetching
Panic spreading
As the helpless run inside
Hibernating for the winter
Autumn Spring and Summer
Its wings floating like fear
The nuclear apocalypse
A mushroom cloud
Rain falling from our eyes
Looking out from cinematic windows
As nature continues its journey
Man frozen
A road less travelled
The car screetches to a halt
His wings reach to the heavens
As Icarus gets too close to the sun
Nietzsche's Journey
The man finds his way out of the wilderness
Struggling through snowstorms and
mountainous terrain for weeks
Alone in the jungle
His first sign of humanity
A postcard town
A modern metropolis
The railways
Casinos
Airports
Witnessing one after the other
His individuality scorned
The sunlight of the masses
Tarnishing his thoughts
The journey vast
The air impenetrable
The lion roars
Blue Sky
Blue
Blue sky
All I see is that blue blue sky
Closing my eyes
When I wake
Blue
Blue sky
Starting my journey
The beginning of a war
Smiling or sullen
Lonely and crowded
Bemused at abstraction
Blue blue sky
All I am is a blue blue sky
Vast and bright
Long lasting and high
Repaired forgotten
Longing to fly
True but transparent
False but alive
Love Letter
Roses bloom after summer wine
Skies fill the cities beating rhyme
Crows perch on temples lost
Everyone loves at cost
Morning is like evening air
Never knowing never care
Who is tortured? Who is true?
Who is really in love with you?
The Romans are coming
The Romans are coming
But they will not stay for long
After they see the state you're in
The dinosaurs are coming
And they will stay for a long time
Because with you,
Is where they feel most at home
The King
Inside for months
The world sick
Factories about to explode
Eager to get back to gloom
Doom and all the above
Blue skies persistant free for the first
time in decades centuries
People like ants
The common herd
Eager to build their civilization
The smoke gone
The smiles gone
Nature happy
Their masters dethroned
The queen abdicates
The king is dead
Hail Macbeth
Madness reigns
Eager to spread their seed
Plants growing Trees sprouting
The air fresh
But still man moans
Self destruction
Annihilation
Press the button Do it Peace
The first flowers start to bloom
A warm dew floats over the earth
Birds sing of a life once lost
Sing to me, O goddess Muse, the wrath of...
Thunder In The Clouds
Cast away from the world
Buried in the house
Chastised for individuality
But the joy of living
The thunder in the clouds.
A lone dove
On its journey to far off lands,
Rainbow sunsets speaking to me
Their mellow tune
From high above.
Pacing to and thro
Like voices from the past.
Smiling at all the lays ahead
That beautiful, ephemeral
Stream of light,
Clinging to the night.
Ghost Hotel
The waves travelled like tornadoes
Across humming ghost like hotels
Reaching out to the future
Accepting our past
Looking out to the great beyond
Has the ship come home?
Out there in the horizon
Where all the sky is black
Stars shining on our brilliance
Sailing to other worlds
Your world and mine
Paint peeling off the walls
The roof almost caving in
Nature invading the concrete jungle
As weeds sprout through the door
Giving birth to originality
I am all alone in this room
Wind pelting the window with rain
Our universal pain
A spider weaves its web round the fireplace
Outside in the distance I can hear the hunt
Drawing nearer but fading away
I hum a tune
That reminds me of yesteryear
I am that ghost
Who died long ago
Trudging through the snowstorm
At the dead of night
Frightened of my shadow
The life of a puppet
I am but a puppet on a string
Being pulled this way and that
Rising to the sound of my master's voice
Collapsing at the strain of knowledge
Few books guide me down this road
The mechanical tonks of my walk
The illusion of someone else's words
Taking me to someone else's house
The puppeteer pawns his craft
As the audience sits in awe
Observing this play of movement
Constrained inside this box
I am but a puppet on a string
Being pulled this way and that
The awkward silence outside the theatre
Allows these dreams to come to life freer
Sea Change
Sea change flowing on through time,
As each man journeys wearily home,
Rushing in and out of the waves on pillows,
The past a distant dream foretold.
Who knows where we will arrive my friend?
As we stand on the shores of chance,
Looking at ourselves sailing into wild romance,
A mirror image has us in a trance.
Deep blue disappearing into the night distilled,
Our senses at one with the stars,
Memories of a lyre being played once,
Across the falling leaves of autumn’s yard.
Sea change whistling in the wind,
Of a life ever changing sweetly sung,
The sky can never be as true again,
Each morning a new beginning, a new end, lost in tongue.
Night
Night
Darkest night
Deep in the unconscious
Of the blackest depths
Of the animal
That we have forgotten to be
Bring me daylight
And the roar of the light
Spinning top
Ships to warmer pastures
Clouds hidden by the sun
A reef in mid orbit
Setting by the half light of day
I walk to the sound of my rhythm
Forlorn yet strong
In mid winter I pray for summer
Blue sea shells I put to my ear
And I hear the sound of love
Streaming through my fingers
The smell of seaweed on my tongue
An oval moon perplexed by the spinning
Of the top on my table
The one where I sit and write my dreams
Ever so often I wake up
And light a candle like a plethora of stars
Forever hanging above my bed
Earth a shallow river
Forever trying to find the sea
Showering its space dust for millenia to come
