spark
filled
words
illuminate.
(or is that only the light of the screen?)
that familiar
rolling two-step
of two minds sparring;
duelling tongues –
merely surrogates for wary hearts.
embers building
&
growing
secure
in the warmth
of each other’s
soft
glow.
it
may just
be
safe
to
laugh again.
with you
in the
pocket of my smile.
and
with me,
curled snuggly
in the
starlight
of your eyes.
A man who sees hate
where there is
love, is
a man lost
to the wilderness,
and
condemned
to the eternal
yearning
for home.
the road to hell is
paved with the vitriol
of lost men.
swimming in
a river of shit,
I present
magic.
magic untamed
magic disrupting
magic vulgar
magic misunderstood
walking under the feet of the crow
i laugh as
fox throws me
down.
lost heyoka
in the eternal profane;
fuck it all,
and fuck you too.
Now,
the wild calls
me,
and my teeth
are
brittle.
(Gatwick Airport; Horley; Salfords; Earlswood; Reigate; Redhill; Merstham; Coulsdon South; Purley East Croydon; Norwood Junction; London Bridge)
slowly does it.
haste waste
makes
you miss
deer and rabbit
playing chess
on
a toadstool.
death’s beauty
reigns resplendent
among Spring’s
cheap nubile lushness.
and
a tadpole,
giddy with promise,
skips across the wings of a swan.
this is not fantastical musing.
this is observation,
scientific and sincere,
as seen from my mind’s
left eye.
I’ve fallen,
twice
up the tree of love.
then slipped on a ladybird,
or ladybug –or
a pair of lovebugs,
I know not –
but slipped
I did.
Distracted by anarchical
dirges to lost love.
No,
I’ve not my mind lost.
at all.
not in the least
bit.
I still see,
and clearly
intuit.
between moss and
river, elder and ant,
I see
truth and
I see love
sharing
kisses-
and more.
so,
take a slow ride
through the valleys of your bones
discover the old wisdom
you never
ever
learned.
Reader,
I love you.
but
the Universe
loves
you more.
stepping
with care
through jasmined air
a hint of promise
enters his heart,
as joy slips twixt
Fox’s tiny toes.
a young girl’s smile
masks the woman’s face:
beauty unrefined,
natural,
and rarified.
mystic madness
wraps
round.
freefalling-
both feet on the ground.
time turns swiftly
to the laughter
in their hearts.
time
turns
slowly
to their song.
spring comes
dripping
expectant
and
violent,
assaulting in an audacious
riotous cacophony
of sensory delight.
are
you
ready?
sun
and fire
will never
ever
hide this desire.
passion pulling
the reins
of the heart
& wrestling
with future and past
to deliver
the moment.
the moment,
past.
yet
never
to arrive.
wandering through a world aglow with light
wondering why some so fear the night.
seeking the answers deep within
feeling, alone and in perpetual spin
yet
following
gold-
en
threaded truths,
wrapped in
the comforting sounds
of rolling hoofs,
she finds her way
through cold endless nights.
and through loud hectic days
she finds her way.
amid the confusion,
and spiritual contusion
she finds her way.
a month or a year
a lifetime or a day
she finds her way.
the compass,
buried deep
in the heart
of it all
guides her way
to
that happy day.
twist
&
fall,
through
winding paths
forgot.
memories
sharpened
& dulled
by your heart.
bigger and
softer.
false,
in comforting
withdrawal.
you have seen
this face before.
deep in
this
pit
of
wicked
wisdom
i
sit patiently.
waiting
for the muse
i never
knew.
then the
crows
laughed,
and
home
had arrived.
audaciously.
a thousand
whispers.
and
none
say my name.
so i return
to an unfamiliar place,
comforted by
nostalgia
and loss.
Truth’s
audacity
breaks my heart,
and trembles my bones.
Love’s myopic gaze
riddles me with pain unrelenting.
and
then
i see
me.
weathered
resilient and,
tired
of
solitude.
comes awareness
and wary curmudgeoness.
in the dark
we are free
and
not alone.
together with me
i can see.
and we skip,
and stroll,
my soul-ache and
me.
star
shine
brightly
on me.
sadness
drops
deep[er]
into me.
emptiness
is
but a
space to be filled
with laughter
friends
&
farts.
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