Blitz mood

Shadows are coming 

rumbling under clouds

Like insidious blitz artillery 

Aimed 

 at my invidious existence 

When the grief flows thick 

and razor under my skin

And I brooding

Bleed Bloody and thunder thoughts

Brewing foul teas and potions.

Looking at others happiness 

And deeply grieve 

Stewing resentment at

my loses

The big guns of envy blast

A half beating beaten heart

I Have wounded me with

Myself

The wreck of my attachment  

I must be my own surgeon 

And counsellor and priest and lover.

I Elder me myself 

I am from the  gutter

I will not surrender 

but 

Rage at the alter of a long dead god.

Rebirthed in every second 

In my breath and tears 

Every shudder and shiver 

In utter defiance 

It is in every syllable 

I utter and the silence I mother.

Mother

Shadows coming 

rumbling under clouds

Like insidious blitz artillery 

Aimed 

 at my invidious existence 

When the grief flows thick 

and razor under my skin

And I brooding

Bleed Bloody and thunder thoughts

Brewing foul teas and potions.

Looking at others happiness 

And deeply grieve 

Stewing resentment at

my loses

The big guns of envy blast

A half beating beaten heart

I Have wounded me with

Myself

The wreck of my attachment  

I must be my own surgeon 

And counsellor and priest and lover.

I Elder me myself 

I am from the  gutter

I will not surrender 

but 

Rage at the alter of a long dead god.

Rebirthed in every second 

In my breath and tears 

Every shudder and shiver 

In utter defiance 

It is in every syllable 

I utter and the silence I mother.

Love song

I cannot tell my tongue 

to tell you

How you are all 

my meaning

my sounding depth  

in a shallow world 

of shallow things

you are all and everything 

I try to articulate 

what you mean to me 

but instead gesticulate the geometry

of the space you occupy 

in my heart

chalice of my thoughts

Here the connection we share

Is rare raw and conscious 

Like a jewel

from some Kipling East.

Jungle glowing. And

The world Disrobes us

to the skin

To be close as close can be

We feel the surface of the seeming

Dreaming world ever closer

explore the inner fleeting

At the depth of being

Where time slips away day to day

Evening by evening

Breath by breath 

Hour by hour 

Each kiss closer to forever.

Sail

Time is my Ocean

In my mind I sail 

the salt horizon 

I am a ship of wishful

Thinking.

Distant Clouds drift

On floating Sea 

Ethereal shades of blue

Sinking 

Lift the 

Shimmering light

Layer on layer of shattered

Sparkling flicker washed

In a dream

Of you and 

I at the helm call

as you pass

Out of sight

Out of reach

Opaque beauty  

Of breaking wave

Foam flung high

To splash the deck.

You are as a song lost

In rig and canvas

A tune I heard once

Sung to me enraptured 

A fading connection 

My boat a speck far out

A lone gull tracking

A wilderness of memories 

WH

Modern War is so passé, so virtual

 A mobile phone is videoing a man

 The digital is not the actual

A binary weapon  kills as kills can

A coat is crawling into a drain

A block of flats falls, people run

A child’s coffin pushed on a train

A drone hunting some mothers son

what has this world become?

The psychotic ape has won

Another reality has sprung

Where Nobody fires the gun

 The map is not the Terrain 

As they scream 

In real pain

Yemen, Sierra, Ukraine.

Stage

Don’t make  me leave my garden 

Don’t take me back to town

Don’t tell me of the  perfect

Gods own -

Living the dream

Party people

Up there on the stage

Let me rage!

My life may have been

drifting 

one foot at a time lifting,

Looking for a mother

 in every woman’s eyes.

Believing my own lies.

But I broke my class 

broke my chains 

Burst my jacket 

Bust my balls

Made a sacred stage 

Out of an iron cage.

Ex catholic ex chaos

 I believe as I see 

death cult priests

For whom I don’t exist.

 Yet for every sin of me

Some small part is free

I run spirit native

I was born 

Liberated

I have always felt so free

Of mind if not in body.

My world the stage 

holds no fear for me 

my imagined paradise

Mothered me

Leave me in my garden of illusion 

Don’t make me go away

I’ll fuck me up in my own way.

Ca Ching 2

You and I watched

 Tiger Bay set into the sun

Let it sink into the sea.

Have I always been here

On this evening shore 

Holding farewell hands

with you

I thought but said

God is long time dead in me 

I am not of the chosen few,

I am my own weakness

My own dim light 

my own shadow blocks my view

Looking down 

You sighed, 

All things must fall 

The bottom must drop out

The whole cannot be 

you thought but said

Ahh my dear 

My tea’s gone cold.

Reality is too short to kiss I thought

But said instead

Do you believe there is 

anything that can truly set you free?

You answered, obviously 

I live in hope and you?

I looked inside myself 

and left

sitting hopefully too.

Ka Ching!

You and I watched 

Sitting by Tiger Bay

The sunset Christ taken down  

dragging sanctity across the city sky like

Alabaster skin in Vermillion slaughter 

Enfolded, infolded 

unfolded 

Event Horizon Golgotha 

Of the

Ever rolling now.

And if

It is not him but then 

and if it is not how 

but who and when

Then have I always been here

By this evening shore 

with you…

And if God is long time dead in me because 

I am not of the chosen few,

Then I am my own weakness

My own dim light 

my own shadow blocks my view

All things must fall 

The bottom must drop out

The whole cannot be free

The tea has gone cold

This reality is short to kiss

Then you may say

How do you know Anything?

Anything at all

I answer obviously 

I look inside myself and see

Surface

The suffix of my passion,

 the breath of

Beating pulse-

the vein of delicate red 

the ozone blue, I soak in

My beloved ocean-earth

I have looked up at the infinite

Looked in on frailty

And felt the desperation of fear

At the back of thought 

always love

the lemon silk sun 

that disperses darkness

 burns the truth out of beauty

Clouds

Rise at dawn

at dusk to lie 

In beds of vermillion rose

Billows of carnation clouds

Resting heart rate, each second 

Each sent

A quest of incarnation. 

 who turned away for  love

Solo souls, so far  in the mist of mountains 

All of we and us

Thinking of a better day, 

a billion miles from today.

Where only memories stray

On a swallows swooning cry

And a smile of

Rainbows

 arc the sky