Light

Radiance shimmer

blood rose moon rise

illuminating 

The damasked land 

a memory of lost 

mercury light

Reflected silver 

Deflected mind 

perception poured

Into Internal folds of fields 

farms, hedge, woodland

Streams and badger bolt

A deep eternal hallow,

a frequency of thought

A  softing force 

a slow out flow 

falling dream

Like baited breath and owl

Swoop, bat shadow swift, 

And Haunted screams

I miles from home

Mountain tracked

Remote and far gone

In rolling hills

And mountain 

Cradle rocked 

fallen in darkness

Create the image, 

of your sun rising in my soul

Special k

Special k.

It’s been a long long winters day

I’ve been a long long way away

Driving but not arriving home

Always passing others days

Others weeks and others ways

I am the stranger  in the rain

Passenger on the train

Standing by the doors 

shadow in others hours

Distain of the middle class

background artist to others lives.

They glance and look away and

at a road side café 

between 

Coffee cups and sausage rolls

Half Empty plates and wasted trays

I’m the passer by in their eyes

I am memory grey 

the shadow in their story

gods own people

The perfect people

Narrating my own narrative 

never really here. Never really me

Never really coming home

witnessing them witness me

But standing apart 

alone

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.