a bird; bumble bee; yellow weed on lawn; she, knees crossed, directly under vine, light sky, coolly looks on. The wind picks-up a bit & the leaf goes lightly, rain drops.
planning for Light
When I drift off and wander homeless appearing a month or two weeks growth no other man is there. I bring along my patterns: Exertion-Rest-Sleep, Contemplation, Mindlessness, Sexiness; behaviour-geese who nip and honk the conscience can only come so far along these urban walkabouts, being phoney with their fitness. There’s a freeing up of feeling…
Loud Minorities
When there are those who try to set you back, who think they have a claim on what you do, how you write or what to think, also remember they are not you. When a group feels they should impose on you that you should think, listen to me and agree or you are a…
Swallowing Their Crap
The media is the devils sister brainwashing you like the beast that reaches you inside, It’s like you are an animal locked up in the cage telling you what to think. They try to make you assimilate you and forever preaching and twisting their darkest scheming, watching you rise and follow deceiving your salvation with…
Connection
The beautiful beginnings of your arrival to my world and the world slows down as we go. Its all discovery, its a special faze that our thoughts collect with the same connection. You are that someone that digs at my heart when I look into the eyes of an angel. The sun is shining I…
Aspiring Thoughts
When the wind blows still and the stars echo in the night, I sit here and I feel my thoughts. There is the will, like that of a salmon swimming up stream, never will I be deterred to follow my heart. The dreams as I float in it’s presence march off to advance in the…
To Be Your Man
I’ve been circling like a satellite by this time I have reached your sight, there is no disguise, i’m trying to be wise. Like the earth revolving around the sun, but with gravity there is none, but we are one, so let it be done. I want to say I’m coming home we are free,…
a pair of yellow eyes
Do her stripes light even now like flames india; terrorise the air down wind, the dry undergrowth? One day we meet, shall be eye-to-eye, my heart-beat torn out my side.
the taking down
the taking down just which day was soon forgot but over the bread and wine of centuries they settled on one in spring a day for unnailing anointing the dead a day like any other borne by those who lived it the wheels of commerce wide as empire groaning over the hands of broken peoples…
Secret Spiders
Leaving home casting aside the webs that bind us Packing bags with memories… Got the swagger – Hidden dagger – of truth – Walking forth with good intentions No further mentions of a sad life… Full of bravado – No more facade Leaving home pissing of the plebs that wind us up – Filling up…
Silent Voyeur
I like to sit alone in the dark Listening to the sounds of the night Silent voyeur Perched alone but not lonely Just listening…
siesta
If I shut my eyes to it, I can strike low.. hit a high c, machete weeds cringing in the undergrowth; burn villagers who, a few short years ago, in turn, stormed here, now mere non-distinct individuals, but still.. The air is dead still but for a stray whistler even the…