Thursday, 23 April 2020

Iridescent death

King fisher
cobalt flash
bolts under
the weeping willow’s
latticed leaves 
plunges the surface  
of the reflected sky. 
Fisher King 
under the Skin 
of the rivers flowing fleet 
to strike sublime  
 scaled flicker of fish,  
Iridescence inspiration.  
 Depth dug meditation  
To hold the mind open   
And sink up, out
and pierce flesh  
Flick the surface 
of the evening splash 
streaming out beyond
 to become kissed sublime. 
Sheer Stealth from above 
the fisher of souls 
ignites his fatal love 

Monday, 20 April 2020

Wasted world

I shall miss the blue blue sky
The clean air the bird song  meadows 
Plastic free streams 
 Clean streets and friendliness  
Thinking time, creative time 
And the no vapour trail  sun 
Real life my one life 
All this will go  
When the ceaseless mechanical  
Shit-din begins 
Again 
The moronic team meetings 
The sick joke of safeguarding
 The stock driven  trivia  of it all 
The GDP  that I’m measured by
 The daily share index crap 
The appraisal and the CPD 
The soul destroying commute
  The shopping as mind numbing entertainment
  Work as gameification 
Sex as commodity  
Alcohol anaesthesia  world 
The hero worship of nothing  
For nothing by nothing 
travelling nowhere  
All of it  
This wasteland of a billion lives

Slow Burn

When I get far
From myself 
And feed the struggle 
 distancing my mind 
from raw reality, 
There you will find me 
on the wild heather hills  
Running  in the clouds 
And down my lived in scares 
That fault along  damage lines 
Toward my heart.
 Stored in the muscle  
Where hides  the original fracture 
The slow burn fuse 
That drives me on  
But I would rather be free 
To fly endlessly in the stars 
Away from The overwhelming
  too much to bare,
 in the deeper 
 under current 
Of my being 
To find  the hand
 that reaches out 
Across the dark 
To  pull me back to the world

Wednesday, 8 April 2020

The immediacy of being


All at sea
The sails unfurl
 I tac toward the shore
 With a roar
 Low in the Belly of the waves
 Cutting water
 Flinging spray.
 My mind fills
 My past reveals 
 My memory Moves  
like mercury on rock
 To these days
 The fiction made fact days
. The Science idiot times

To tell my younger self
That I could not own  life 
 That it spills through fingers
 Nor chain love 
For it  and time  are borrowed 
Nor could I possess beauty 
For age draws on skin 
Casts a web of karmic sin
  upon a pretty face.

What used to be
will Vanish With out trace. 
Like a ship in winter 
When the hurricanes  blow

All of this will  go
The sheer physics of it Will go 
The very biology.

But in every second my
Senses shone in incandescent incarnation  
Of the shear experience in it. 
The very seeing by it 
How bright it is!

To wake up briefly in this
Eternity and wonder in numinous awe
 how deeply loving is the moment.  
How eternal the immediacy of being.

By evening 
my sails bloom
As the harbour light
Guides me home

Experience once

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