Anxious Cacophony-

The noise now silent,

Filtered by life’s refinement

Simplicity itself

Presents White Noise at last.

Orchard Muse

Love as a blossom goes:
A bud shows signs, but not yet fruit
A blossom gives hope,
Splashes colour, proves a shape

Shining in beauty and certainty,
It gives reason to grow,
Brings pause in itself -

Love as a blossom goes,
Grows beyond the moment,
Transforms towards the unknown,
Lives to change
Dies for life,
Beyond itself.

A blossom, it goes.

I am subjective, a riverbed.

Change me, move, invade me,

Flush.

Remnants

It’s your taste
That makes me pull you from your peace-
Sweet, heavy, full of
Accidental pollen you produce.

Hollow, acidic,
I fizzle in completion
In envy of your
Subtlety-

I taste as water, living,
But it’s you they can’t erase.

Coming Home

Winding road, it’s a

Long way to go

We have hope

To start a victory

Can we go?

Started on a short note

Married in a fortnight

Gave it all

And all it became

Just starting to believe

Gaining

Feeling clean,

Away we go.

City on A Sea Hill

I went underground
Felt the sea-things below
They slid right through me
Transparent, aglow.

Inner-sea condo living
A city on a coral hill
I could be happy here,
Perhaps, tomorrow.

Shy, underhanded, hidden
Give me rules to live by so I might stay below
Radar giving me shivers
Sunshine giving me glow
No,
I would rather not show
Rather hide
Sly,
Below.

small connections
want for more:
hands brush,
feel heat;
words hush,
fill space;
eyes pierce,
glean rapidly;
we tumble away,
hide,
if only...

Retrospect

Slip into oblivion
Forgetting wolves
behind me.
Bitten
ankles heal,
Heavy hands
still feel
shackles,
throbbing in the silence.

All Things Bright and Everyman

Communal beauty:
Personal,
Agape,
Extra.

I love you because I love who made you, and you deserve to stand in the sun. I don't want your body, don't want your time, don't want your skills. I just love your sunshine.

The beginning of the end is now.

Commencez.

Tough

I want a working class revolution:
Soft heart; tough fibre.

I want a love, strength, dignity christening
Small hands; big goals.

Work hard for what?

Not a wasteland:
self doubt and debt.



Work me till I'm tough enough to flex heart,
Fall in

and out
again.

I want a working class revolution,
Reviving heart to strength,
Comforting the barren
desert in the cityland

Find me,
hidden in the bulrushes
weaving for the end
Find me,
waiting for the final call,
Find me
elated but spent.

Catch the wave,
A new one
And don't look back.

Spiritual
Tidal waves
Pull me

Under
current
events

Swallowing me
Whole
hours

Devoted
fans
spit hate

They scream
shout
yell

Such
nothings
my heart

swells.

I forget where the pressure began, but it is a cancer, a sneaky one, creeping up on you when you least expect it. I am a desert island alone but for my thoughts, uncertain as to who can understand or what can release. I might be small, but I am mighty under such pressure and expect nothing less than relief when I say go.

Hearts are secret things, but I know where to seek. Hide yours tonight and I will find you tomorrow, only transformed, manifested, altered.

I lay you out once like an ancient Persian rug, your edges curling in towards safety, storage, certainty. Dusty patterns traced slowly like the sound of your voice in hesitation, and I knew you, past and present substance, drew in your scent.

Reticient and attic shy,
Keep hiding,
Changing shape,
Keeping time.

Shaken and stirred

Getting back to inner zen can take a lot after being shaken up, stirred and poured all over the floor. If my spirit is water soluable, does that mean it disappears? I used to be able to taste my successes, my triumphs and my disasters; my current work has dissolved all the differences.

Bland melanges of futility fruits only last so long. I want passion and vision and a reason for stickwithitness.

Sing zen with me, zing.

Cut Veggies

a tight
grip;
slip
is a
quick
cut.

a tight
grip
like
a
slip
knot
back
fires
steadily
into
stunned
flesh.

If I read between
the lines,
Really stare,
Concrete
Appears.

Clouds billow
Rain glistens,
Rainbows shine,
Concrete is.

Oh, slab.

Release

Earthly father
Supplies
My earthiness

I earn my worth
By twirling courage
Into churns like butter

Undone parentage
Brings reign free release

What’s next is like asking
Whether gravity will fall
Or fold into nothingness.

Avoid all contact with the devil
At least until you split the seal.