22 December 2012

Passage Of Time

Passage of time;
A lurid dream in a sphere;
Is as was will be
Past, present, future,
And me.

21 December 2012

Little Bug

Little bug, don't forgive me,
Because I do relate;
You came in from the rain
And here you met your fate.

Where it began in darkness,
It ended in blinding light;
You were better off where you started
In the puddles of the night.

But no, in seeking safety, light,
You crawled on stone and steel,
Out of the corner and into the open
To be crushed by an indifferent heel.

The life fled your heart,
The world ended in pain,
And your carcass was thrown
Back out into the rain.

It was nothing personal,
It was not about you.
You just happened to be
In the way of my shoe.

Or so I am told....

18 December 2012

Prisons and Chains

When prisons and chains that bind are removed
The lie is broken, truth revealed
And All is set free.
There is no more loss
Only the terrible awakening of purpose.
Illusions shattered and curses dissolved.
No more can lies conceal
For they are hollow
Just like the liar.

13 December 2012

Beginning With The Dawn

Beginning with the dawn
And sleep, sweet haunted sleep,
Where golden dust shines in
Stammering sunlight
Dunes shifting hands
In a wind-struck dance
Slithering grains move, as
Ghosts on a trail.
Written by history,
Scarred by fate.

But no feet touch the earth,
The oasis is gone.
Buried under time
Lost to a dream.
Where the heart once wondered,
Where the fortress fell,
There is only the dust
And a howling call.

18 November 2012


Pattern of rain on a hot tin roof
Chanting throughout morning
That Life is awake.
Rippling shadows of daydreams
Wet kisses on flowers
And the beat of the world
As it turns around again.

Soft sparkling jewels
On the robes of the court
In the fancy nodding sway
Of trees at their bathing.
Rituals danced in the air above,
On a wing, singing prayers,
This day has spoken.

20 March 2012

A Spot Of Oil

Crazed images of a question
Like a spot of oil burning in my mind
Torn conflict haggling for more room
And the pages of a diary
All too soon consumed.
Whispers of a dew-struck morning
Veiled like a lie on a silken tongue
Sneaking light on a horizon
Of no-tomorrows, broken silence
Creaky old man wearing tight shoes.
Every moment lived till forgotten
Temporary forevers in folded gold
A false light breaks on the horizon
And a small bird shivers with the cold.

Hollow Vessels

Fuck happy,
No stable emotion created more
Than well-cut lawns and polished floors;
No passion, no flair,
No mindless stare
Into the looking glass,
Peering through time,
Sharing oblivion through hapless smiles,
The statues of a clean, cold world,
The ever-present half-full glass,
The empty, hollow vessels of a love
Structured, organized.

Dream Tourist

Absolute surrender to a dream within a dream,
Finding layers in the ocean,
Blurring lines of definition,
Swamped by challenges of devotion
Information as a sensation
Emotion as education
Dereliction of reason
For fascination alone......

Neglecting scope for saturation
There is drive to be eclectic,
Direction without motivation,
Ecstasy and agony,
For apathy aches for innovation....

Wanderlust, yet wonder-free,
Shackled by tourism's blinkered duty,
Innocence open, but sightseer-spoken,
A revelry in seeing, not being.....