Vega man

Because of our coming

the sea turned sour

with the insoluble artificial.

On land the trees fell

on the fallow field 

like executed heretics  

of the enslaved arboreal 

and bovine bondage, 

mother’s Milk, the white blood brood

of her killed son, screams

in our viens

We blast the pink flesh

from the six week lambs

because of our coming

agony’s exhalations choke the sky

And we of the ‘Old Country’, long that Dyfed turn sideways to the sun

and be empty wild again

so that we could see 

the rolling naked  body of the land,

birth and breeth beauty onward-flowing

No more the vampire rapist 

that with ravishing strides,  

moves toward this suicidal end.

no more killer, flesh devouring man

If only we could, 

step 

beyond 

and past ourselves 

bring to life 

not farm to death

elusion the illusion 

To walk like flowering angels

 in the fecund mud

Computer

When the first computer kills

When the first computer stoops to love

When robots walk Buchenwald  soil

When machines  see beauty and weep

When machines come in silicon spray

When the artificial mind looks up at the endless

When the first ai blows it's brains out

And curses the creator

Beloved earth

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

Of humanity

May the sun shine in the darkest corner

And excavate the truth

Impression

The impressions I leave

Crystal breath on midnight air

Stillness under an oak

Foot fall in the forest mud 

Chemical on photograph

Pixels on the lcd

The impressions I pressure on clay

My Fossils of life

The sink I make on pillows

Foot prints by the sea

My kiss 

The channels on the inside of my skull

And this backwater of time 

on this

Forgotten day

 This Gentle rain that soaks all this

 away

Dreamscape

And you asked me what it is I seek up in these mountains

I said I am become the landscape and in some pathetic fallacy,

the sent of midnight sun

The song of stars

The far flung of sky

the endless soft falling

Of the leaves 

These things I am  and inner see and am no longer me

But a dream in

Frozen midnight time where

Moon in silent light shines 

Aghast into the high night.

Sliding down to kiss the cheek of rolling flesh horizons

while far below in their homes soft snore people roll and doze and sink among puffed  cloud pillows blissfully unconscious 

I tip toe awake on the high bluff

hear the owls haunting and his doom call. Far off

the orange town lights neckless the mountains bulk

And trace out dreaming houses and winding streets.

A distant dog barks

And I m aware

Tense

Sudden

In flight over the edge.

Climbing fast 

Into the night 

Before the dawn mist glides

And the slow bleaching watery light

Illumes the world and I awake again, facing it.

Quaker

Silence pervades

It seeps into everywhere

It drowns noise

And erases questions. 

When I seek God’s grace

It is a steel door, a prison

Wall. 

An absolute universe of ‘No!’

Silence is the event horizon 

I have come here to be consumed by its Super massive Black-mass gravity

Silence as vivisection 

Silence as primrose ministry

Or is the silence a scream

In the mind 

Shattering tea time

And wilting flowers

I come to silence, the surgeon

Excuse me while I bleed in sympathy.

Silence as meandering down suburban irritations or 

Silence the Christ kiss

Peace maker

Yo do

If you believe in God truly,

The name no longer matters,

But you don’t

And it does.

If you experience a fraction of God 

You don’t need to believe 

But you haven’t 

and you do

If you think God does not exist

Then you are sure 

And you know 

beyond the end

But you don’t 

And you can’t