-o-

The Garden

In each heart
is a door
which in childhood
is well oiled,
finely fashioned
sunlit by day,
sweetly shadowed
by night
the path to the door
is clear and bright
that in childhood
is open wide

As years flow on
the wood
stained by time
is blocked by ivys all around
that hide the shining light
and the path less travelled
lies hidden
weed covered

Once in a time
you find your way
by accident of dream
you find a crack
where light still shines
through which you creep
and find within

A Garden

All time there
within its walls
is changed
and all paths blur
going who knows where
only a mind's eye
takes you there
where the light shines
in mystic rhythms
of sleep

Dreamy shadows cross
perfect lawns
where you played unknown
at dawn
and objects stand in perfect form
reflecting thoughts,
or dreams that were

Here worlds within worlds
live, grow and die unseen
dark secrets played out
in convoluted labyrinths
of mysterious purpose
that echo in our dreams
shown only by the smiles
of unrevealed passions
below minds light
that are to us
only symbols of what was,
a lighthouse, a sunset,
twin stars in endless night

Tall conifers too
deep green and unfathomable dark
whisper in the aeolian wind
merging at senses end
with sounds of panpipes
at the edge of time

Wandering through deep grasses
we are caressed
by the bliss of forgetting,
in mazes of emotion lost
crying tears of joy and pain
at the dying of the light

And in the distance
the turqouise days
of far off summers
glint from rock pools
on an endless coast
gazing at the far horizon
God's brow, unfurrowed

Sensing a reflection
at the corner of mind's eye
a flicker of presence
that sparkles eternal
you stop
and hear of who you are
or were
or hoped for

In the days of youth
or in lost adulthood
or in dreams eternal
or at the moment of death
beckoning beyond the here
stands the door in your heart
to there
it stands open again
awakening the lost longing

for the garden

The inner voice calls
to the ancient green place
where wandering
you feel to be dreaming
and believing all is new
so far is childhood gone
and remembrance faded

Through the ancient park
and the thousand paths
in reverie walking
you find the high plateau
where the sundial waits
beside a peaceful pool

Peering through a maze of dreams
at reflections drifting
seeing lost moments
of lifes passing
sunshine and clouds and sunrising
the life you spent is leaving
and the pool is peaceful once more

And grasping God's sleeve
for anchor then
you glide through the pool
to a deeper dream

and swim then for an unseen shore

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Pearl Velvet Night

I gaze through the window
Suddenly green from the chestnut trees
Glowing in the mid-afternoon sun
I am sitting in Morroch
Lounging in one of the stiff-backed chairs by the table
I am alone
Just me and the room
It is a wise old entity and allows me to be there
I feel embarrassed and grateful. I am 17.

We walk to Douglaston Wood after midnight
Down through old Millguy sleeping
Down Main Street
the clouds skudding gypsy caravans
and pirate galleons in our eyes
The moon a glowing pearl haunted by clouds
Around our heads the cool still stars

We enter the wood up the little lane
Past the green-mossed pillars
Winding slowly up through the wood
Jim talks of the one-eyed watchman
His wild rages a legend
Thoughts of chasing us in the dark
Being caught too scary to dwell on

The wood remains from the old mansion?s park
Green sweeping lawns still bounded by long weaving lines
Of black iron fences, fallen here and there as if drunk
Swirling around us in the night

Breathing deep of the sharp cool air
We walk to the ruin dark and grey in the night

The mansion stands hoary and ancient
It?s still present elegance we would like for ourselves
So young and rough edged and innocent we are
The crumbling sophistication still lingers
Envying it we feel it is kin
To us and our young bohemian ways

Built on trade in the long ago when shipping was easy money
The mansion stands before us
Though not much easy about the journeys
In clipper ships through black storms to the Indies
And beyond
Through wild hurricanes
Or frozen to the flagpole in imagined black nights

All is silent among the watching trees
The clipper ships now resting in far off seas
Flung out around the world or discarded deep in the nearby Clyde
The cloud galleons move gracefully overhead
Drifting elegance reflecting in the path-bordered lake
Bullrushes rustling in the cooling breeze
Make us sleepy and yawning

Scattered again back home in our beds
We?ll dream the stillness alive once more
Under cover of a dream-filled night

What we have is passing slowly
but surely
Like a wreck slipping beneath the waves
A dark shadow beyond saving
Falling, falling
Before finally resting gently on pillows of sand
and silence

Sparky, afraid, runs home
Frightened of the skeletal trees
and the dark
and old Mick the watchman
We see it through, curling round at last to a homeward path
Three long-haired, long-legged dreamers
Moving toward the dawn
Eyes shining, soft pearls in the night
Blissfully unaware of the coming day

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Tripped

Tripped
wound round a live wire
in moors eye i am an escapee
taken back by mirrors in the blue
sky
and the hills wait and watch
and now approach

Tripped by winding paths knowing and waiting
by crystal streak in my mind
drifting elegantly in beautiful colours
ice blue and light scarlet
weaving my mind in novel textures
running feeling pounding earth beneath my feet
the heat of that ball of radiation
radiating my brain
frying my brain in pieces
splintering shards

Grassy pillow
soft shoulder earth
walls of grey friend endless cool
a warm bed of heather
always waiting on dawn

Tripped
by us here in a wildfall day
miles between touches of spirit
colours moving are friends of dreams
i speak and the vibrations are like sand
hot in my nose
And all life goes on
around so many tracks and traces of it
infinite roads and symphonies in every moment
lost
and yet more in the next
and the next
and the next
the smell taste touch know mind love
dream heart sting kiss ghost

Tripped
in my heart holding you all
and knowing it would never ever
be spoken

-o-

Night Walk Dreamers

we shut the door on the last way home
just we three walking in the icy night
looking right I see
looming hills through the rain,
darker dark on dark
to the left sodden trees and grassy slope
our home for the night

I could have wished for a female form to cuddle warm
as I rolled in soaking sheets, cold wind-swept and wet

and above, wild trees, ragged brooms, scraped the sky,
whipped to a frenzy by the scything wind

all this in a land of castles squat, dripping grey,
moss-green walls,
welcome home to a million creatures,
shell-covered and shiny dry

so no end to this rain deluging us tattered souls
our misbegotten quest a joke flung in pale faces
we turn tail

all up and off back down the black shiny road
with two wild fishermen singing crazy free
& yellow headlamps flashing the pines alive

back to light, warmth and shelter,
to Morroch, ancestors and red velvet,
tea cups and trinkets rattling
clothes drying steaming hot by the fire
something cooking and music playing
faces glowing in the electric air
happy to be back
survivors of the storm

-o-

First Kiss

immersed in unreality
suddenly
only a kiss,
but the first

& all life
still beating
outside this pulse

goes on
without me

-o-

Somewhere in Between

-Night-

I fell into a purple pond
eyeballs aglaze in green
to black surfaces sticky
and tubes slickering frenzy
dropped fresh through delicate breezes
crushed ice over rainbow spectrum drums
whirling

-Day-

My mouth was mint
in the instant I woke
outside, the cock crowed.
Twice.
And sunlight slashed
my bedroom. Slowly
I blinked myself
conscious.

There followed a normal day on the farm.

-Night-

I sink.
The last thing I see
my ceiling
swirling in circles
deep crimson and regal felt candles
melting around a centre.

swirled around
a whirlpool, white breakers
crashing
stomach flies up as I drop down
heart in my mouth
stripes of yellow on walls of bone
to black to blue
to sudden stars
exploding
I am floating
Turning
Groaning
in Ecstasy
or Agony

or Something in Between.

-Day-

Staggering out of bed
hoisting the Levis
Ten cows to milk
and eyelids like lead

-Night-

Hm. I like this
female flesh
caressing in every direction
Turning to leaves scraping
blown scratchily
through revolving windows

I lose my legs
arms
head &
soar in pieces
to vast diamonds shining
telling me
my one true name.

near flattened by grey jello
I wake in a sweat.

Crawling for my
underwear
Visions still whirling
everywhere.

-Day-

Too many pigs
to hatch today.
Should that horse
really be green?

My feet sink in the sawdust
by my chair.
oil stains creep across
my bench in technicolour swirls.
My homemade bread moulders
on the plate in patterns of blue.

Turning,
I swear the sun just
winked a wicked wink
through my workshop window.

Turning cobwebs to gold.

Outside in the orange heat
a warm breeze sweeps
the wheatfield.

Waves in an unseen sea.

Tiny spores swirl intricate in the wind.

Paisley patterns dance in the shiny air.

-o-

Be Have?

There's need and greed.
And what's lost between.
Building walls of microwaves.
Tombs of TVs.
And where we end our lives...
Confined, dispersed or free?
Clinging grimly to the things we "won".
Or smiling, holding a loving hand.

It's ours to understand,
to find our way.
Or lose it,
in a blizzard of shiny toys.

We can Be.
We can Have.
Is there really in-between?

Stay grounded and safe.
Build the inevitable walls?

Or fly?

-o-

Life - Fire

I remember the November the 5th's
with the bonfire on the moor
and the grey shetland sweaters
and the light love
and excited scream

The grass reflected the light
The sparks flying high in the air
The red-glowed faces
Children on adult shoulders
Smiles
And the dark trees around
darkly smiling too
And the sky full of stars

Buildings on Mugdock Road
Like old people watching the young
Happy in their hearts

Near the beginning of this life
Glowing with loving
Warm with belonging
Close to the friendly ground
Feeling the lightness
Young Wild & Free

-o-

The next is a diatribe against all the bright young things
who create the seductive advertising or magazine articles
or a million other colourful and interesting things
that keep us glued into the system of mass consumption:

funnel

we are here
ready & waiting
just for YOU

to slide you on down
it's delightful
we promise!
don't we?

yes it's for everyone!
come on!
it's creative
we create it
you'll love it!

lost your life?
need stimulus?
we're hopin' so!
we are the bright
lovable
(& talented)
loyal symbiots
to the system
we are the creators
supplying
your necessary stimulus

come & get it!
it's lovely

NOW

-o-

I suffered an incredible amount of bullying
between 6 and 7 years old...
This is how I felt then...

darby's ghost

on dark roads
they wait
and i don't go

not even in my mind

& in the bushes
above dark brown earth
raindrops fall

...trickling
down deep green leaves

& the rough hide
of a fatherly tree
by daytime

is a skein
of nightmare
in the dark

& under the black sky
& the silver stars
the wind roars

& sweeps
through the branches
each leaf crackling alive
and on the shiny streets
they wait in corners
deep and dark
planning my entrapment
and exquisite torture

i feel them in my heart
eating me from inside
dark voices of hate
savage teeth and eyes
heavy tall & brutal

not human somehow

they block my path
and make me small
and scared

they snarl and sneer
and laugh at me
they threaten me
they bar my way

and i am so close to home
so near the safe warm love
of mommy's smile

trapped
in confused humiliation

vulnerable/lost/helpless
alone/terrified/sick at heart

my lifespirit & fire disappear
forever...

replaced with fear
so deep
and wide
to cover me

my whole life long

-o-

Free

turquoise your eye
fixed in yellow jade
behind a flower mask
always make me sigh

aching swell of the sea
i stir honey in my tea
on a white coast
eating blackened toast

helicopter twirls
eats my words
you stare back
looking blank

from the heights of
duncansby head
i leave my brain
at home
to roam

blinking back the rain
struggle hard against the wind
looking inside i find
a harbour for thought

i wish us there tonight
after the old men have gone
their twinkling talk
drifting in the gorse

by the lap of bright water
on white stones
by the wooden benches
hard against the wall
ease aching backs
and play
at being free

-o-

The Coming of the Spectres

It took place on a thundrous night
when the heavens opened wide
We all ran out to see the lights
In a tidal wave we cried

No one could believe their eyes
as we wandered in the street
All petty news now out of sight
Each face as white as sheet

It wasn't known where they came from
another star they said
It wasn't fair what then went down

The raising of the dead.

The black beams just kept on coming
relentless day on day
And in the heavens an awesome humming
the spectres watch their prey

Within each beam the victims rise
oblivious of their plight
Torn from their graves and into the skies
the end of their age-long night

And the living; we could only watch
We were like zombies too
as the Spectres slowly took their catch
And built their gruesome zoo

There came the day of the silent skies
When the Linguists spoke to us all
We were gamblers on the last throw of dice
As they told us two thirds must fall

An ultimatum had come down on silver disc
Two thirds were now to be given
To reject meant erasure if we took the risk
Acceptance brought New Eden

We had no choice our hands were tied
2 Billion to live
4 Billion to die

Stunned as we were the Linguists droned on
Of why the Spectres had come
We listened though our senses gone
To the meaning of that hum

They cropped the Kwal and processed it
Within their silver ships
The residual energy, dust, bone and bit
To liquid for their spectral lips

The ancients had most and this had been taken
Now it was time for the living
Not one ounce was to be forsaken
No escape from this final giving

A list was shown of who was to die
By profession we were denominated
They knew our every facet, no chance to lie
We were to be exterminated

All the best were listed as first arrests
Artists, writers and poets topped the list
Then philosophers, monks and scientists
No intelligent soul was to be missed

The Harvester of Eyes had come

-o-

Ciiyrii

travelling unexpected to the lands of twilight
through the door we walk to the other world
deep green the dark and mantle of the king
darkly spiraling gaunt the grey of crag
wild rain sweeps cliffs plumed bright eyes
travelling on this train of lies
seeking light or at least a star
in foggy day we sleep
for a million years between mosses
our mind in questioning
across the veil of mist within
in the goddess hand content
knowing our hypnosis is real
finding then a nestling place
deep inside the shaking tree
through many nights waiting
rain crashing
rivulets to streams to rivers to sea
now the aching need full bright opal
in the moons pale face
rising to fly swift as the wind
to meet the silver fleece of old
and the always darkness waiting

-o-

Simplebeetlemeeting

only a little wasp wonder
only a little star fly
ignited saltweed coast
crimson flicker
in the stratosphere
hearing like an earwig does
floating light on the water
wait
high in the silence
transluscent ebony quake
easy crystaline tombstone
element ocean spins
filing a goodbye note
to tomorrow
with love
and tears of rainbow gold
hope is in the wings
for a starfield far away
heated hopes drift twining
marmelade in your mind
a coffecup full of dreams
fly open into the swirling night
crackling sparkles flame rises
in two worlds we sit
by a fire
see the shining phosphorous waves
far out where all waves meet
and the horizon is calm

-o-

Mother and Son

all nature grows and dies

naked

-

innocent
amongst the artifice of Man

observe each branch, blade, petal, root
and stem
how unselfconscious and free it grows

such simple forms
with such a simple plan
to live and grow, to survive,
to stretch out for the sun
to simply be

but complex Man
with his neurotic plans
builds and burns around her
somehow deformed and lost
ignorant of the cost
of separation from his Mother

he doesn't see
the simplicity
but only looks to see
if he can use
or abuse her
in her innocence

he thinks to exploit her

to paint pretty colours
over her purity

to burn the wooden home of life

to harvest a crop he will consume

to distort and twist fertility
into a tool

to drain and choke
the river of his veins

but she, simply
says nothing

not yet

she dies without a sound

but her death,
unknown to him,
finds an echo
in the mirror
of his soul

and he too takes
unknowing
a step
toward his grave

where after all he's done
she will accept him
as all mothers do their son

as they lie at last

side by side

-o-

Green

i imagine a forest like dream huge
deep emerald greens scarlet birds and butterflies
rise up at my presence
wild foaming streams pound cool water on my head
shiny wet green plants everywhere whisper in the wind

i imagine a volcano spurting pure crimson to the sky
wild rivers of heat rumble to the sea
and the air is alive with power

i imagine the city world of mega highways
grey dust landscapes of whirring engines
all going precisely nowhere
batteries running on empty
dollar signs in every eye

i imagine the cool serenity of deep space
the slow eternal motion of the stars

and i wake up thirteen and a dreamer of visions
lost in dreams and visions now as then
dreaming of a life much better
of dreams soaring
and stardust drifting down
to me here on reality's floorboards

still hoping for magic
buried in our everyday lives
as we wander the world

-o-

Grey

dreaming lost down by the coast
half a day just walking
kicking the stones on the beach
hazy grey skyline
just out of reach
thinking of you
always thinking of you
and wondering
what you do
all is grey
the sea, the sky
me
in this seaside town
wandering the promenade
head down in dreams
spray falls around
I am drowning in the sound
thinking of you

-o-

Sunrise Haiku

sun honey spreads gold
kissing the sky with warming
another day dawns

-o-

Familiar

contentedly waiting for nothing in particular
the ginger cat sat on the express train
London to Inverness running through shiny black midnight
in 1950s calm
from her golden eyes she sees the compartment door
lying slightly ajar
all around her the sounds of steam
and the clack clack of otherwise silent travel
past fields still green in the dark
houses grey with dull red roofs
inside the world of husbands and wives
and little families
all asleep
buttery warmth wells from the underseat heaters
she purrs appreciatively
the seat is plush red patterened
and her claws scrape in sensuous motion on its surface
on the walls are faded photographs of landscapes
lost in time
brown old hills calm and serene beneath tinted blue skies
and lakes lying inviting in peaceful places you ache to visit
in the small hours of dawn
you can imagine the whole world waiting

and falling dreaming through the last carriage
we see the plume of grey smoke spiraling
big black wheels disappear into starlight
the tracks are quiet as night
and all is magic dark

-o-

Sunburned In A hot July

sunburned in a hot july
walking in crinkling grass
up to our necks in ferns
the road nearby is hot tar

ancient little moor
all curly little trees
thorny protective dark
like a little old Scotsman
bark worse than bite

down on main street
all is quiet
in the sleepy village
warm yellow sunshine beats
from the streets
and the lines in the road
are lonely

too hot
except for ice cream
from the Toffee Shop
with magic trays filled with
one penny sweets
two penny sweets
all displayed on their
individual trays

across lies the gardens
sweet place to sit
among the flowers
while away the hours
lying on the grass
watching life go by
in dear old Millguy

a stroll to the City Bakeries
for cream cakes and buns
or a coffee upstairs
behind the lattice frames
chattering like parrots
so much to say

then to Jim's and ideas
for the night
a beanfeast maybe
or a walk to Mirkwood
or a seance under velvet
or a half bottle of four crown
what will it be
game of cards maybe
maybe Cokey will call
and there'll be
magic this night

so many light colours
of life so peaceful now
under a gentle warming sun

drifting now to the Douglas
in the night
to watch 'The Dambusters'
and a poke of chips
licking the vinegar
from the brown paper bag
remembering my grandfather
and nights we came home
doing just that
together
forever
in my mind

old Coia's Fish and Chip shop
Dutch windmill frieze
i wonder why now
so many years since then
why windmills?

slow shuffle along Station Road
to see the puff puffs
one last time
and the little wishing well
i dreamed on
looked forward to
Mum and Dad's gift of love
for me

waking in Woodlands Street
it's Christmas!
and the waves of white snowflakes
are big as my hand

so cold and wet my tears
for times gone by
in a lovely place of memory
so many touches
so many soft words
so many tiny echoes remain

-o-

Ginger Hill

just a short walk down to the betting shop
down Ginger Hill past the carpenter's hut
all curled yellow shavings flowing out the door
and waving in the wind
long ago
when the sun shone bright

a little village by Glasgow
surrounded by forest and field and moor
running in summer days
walking by lakes and sun warmed places
lying in beds cool and protected
we were so lucky but didn't know

visits to wild places at blackest midnight
pale under the moon and stars
walking together close friends
comfortable with years
happy to be there
safe in a timeless world

days upon days easy without stress
blessed and lucky
ageing so slowly
in a disappearing world
though we didn't know it
eternal we were without thought
just being among that peace

-o-

Vulnerable Senryu

Life now is a war
my armour is 'way too thin
bullets pierce my dreams

-o-

Compassion For All Senryu

being

compassion for all
is the single solution
to everything

having

to have compassion
one must be boundless
not an easy task

doing

to reach compassion
realise the lie of 'other'
all then falls in place

-o-

Haiku Haiku

like glittering bugs
tiny flashes in the dark
haikus find the light

-o-

Night Haiku

listen to the night
its dark whisper is so cool
and lulls all to sleep

-o-

Closing Time

i stand at the end of our street
at our special place
where we used to meet
now life has turned so bad
your memory is so sweet

if i look back i can't recall
why i let you go
you were my heart and soul
you made sense of it all

and now i near my time to die
and wander here alone
i want to look once more in your eyes
and feel what we felt before

just one more touch from your hand
so long forgotten
so long forbidden
one last kiss where we used to stand

before the final end of rhyme
at the end of our street
at the end of my life

at closing time

-o-

We Were Young

we were young and knew nothing much
but we were ready to learn
and wandered through morning fields with the sun on our backs
waded waist high in the yellow feathers, our horizons bright

we explored the forest and its soft green places
the sky blinking blue above us
we roamed the brown paths, fields and moorlands
hoping under red sunsets for wonderful tomorrows
dreaming of forever in nights moonfilled and starbright
adventures calling from every branch and stone,
every stream, hillside and meadow

and every living room took us in
our eyes all questions and hopes sky high
with nothing to disturb our endless search
for adventure and feelings of fun
and dreams we knew could be real.

the adult world we didn't see with eyes so true
we wove a fantasy of dreams and wishes
with no reality behind our airy creations

and so fell to being older.

then we saw the world very clear
that we'd stepped through some hidden door,
trapped, and could go back no more.

the dreams, forgotten,
sank as stones
coming to rest
heavy behind our hearts.

a cynical world seemed to laugh at us,
our hopes
and what we'd learned from starlight.

but on nights when the stars are clear
and the moon shines quietly in the sky
we feel the dreams still weaving their magic
still waiting,
still calling
just beyond our fingertips
and we smile across the years
remembering the days
of childhood we shared

and that warm morning light

-o-

Red Skies Haiku

looking out to sea
the setting sun casts red dreams
clouds and waves are one

-o-

Yin Yang Senryu

we are seperate
our yin & yang makes this so
though making one whole

-o-

Turn Up The Speakers

play that wild note
let it float
in strange tangled chords
let go the ground
and fly wild
sing like a cat on fire
or a poet stoned
free horn skyway
coloured sound of soul
deepen the feel of earth brown
in that jungle ripe
white stars explode
to your voice
in freefall
wild
tonight

�|�

-o-

Feather Way Dream

the night bombers sought targets in my head
fiery waves of leaves of autumn outside
in my mind was a still stream
running in rich green grasses
glinting like victorian bottles
tumbling small stones far away into the night
lost roads every inch a home for countless beasts
herds of life everywhere bleating braying longing
for escape
and I dangle a thought wet and blackest purple
deep down inside my head
the sun splitting the trees in shafts of gold
we stretching legs weary with waiting
foraging among freckled leaves
we grow deep in the earth rough stones
of childhood
grey heads nodding down on the infants
lost in thought drifting on white winds
red rosy and dreaming always gliding away
from the day
taking the dream way home

-o-

Wind Whispers

bleary eyed contentment greets the ghost of Gon
in a land now absent that once was a tasty ice spiral
see him trickle here and there falling chaotic
he smiles to you waving a signalling wand
to air white with wonder sleeping before the green day

and was there once wisdom in the wind as we walked
melancholy to the tower at the point
seafoam christening our toes with tender kisses
and i threw wishes in my dream that night
and the sparrows knew in their other nest
above my head
where my heart was sleeping

-o-

The Circle Divided

where on earth are we
lost by rock crashing surf
block-jammed in grey corners
swept yellow streaked
in painted hollows
hear
down here
where it whispers
breathing deep
frosty air
down here
where you weep
with joy
or pain
under the veil
in ecstasy
or torment
oceans of tears
or smiles like the sun
crowned we are
with the crown of thorns
cast on oceans
to carry us
or drown us
or sweeten our day
with turquoise breezes
fresh days and moments
lost in time
while a widow wails
opening her heart to death
and a future
blacker than night
but a child opens eyes
pure as daybreak
over fields of green
while the old man dies
surrounded by his things
left open to any wind
to sweep them away
we follow inexorably
crying or laughing
sighing or cursing
hating or loving
open and closed
lost and safe
between two worlds
as the world turns
ever confusing
what is with what was
what should have been
and why we failed
and who we are
and how we see us
we follow our hearts
to the cliff
the wall
or the skies

-o-

Haiku Hopes

i sit in the rain
my face is all rainbow smiles
i live and feel well

walking a long road
turning here and there to gaze
hoping for some light

the night can be long
but always comes the dawn
to brighten a heart

travel on your road
be true to feelings inside
be gentle with you

-o-

birthlifelovetimedeath

Give me your tiny hand
We feel the warmth of being
Ageless beyond stars

We are here to be
Not to have too much you see
Not to build a prison

Give me your sweet love
I will give you all of mine
What more can we need?

Time is friend and foe
A friend who lets you forget
Though forgets not you

Now I kiss your eyes
As you sleep for one last time
I will love, always

-o-

Lothlorien Dream

we ran through the darkening forest
imagining misty elves followed us

in that summer all was possible
a paradise of innocence filled our lives

we laughed, sang and swam mirrored lakes
cool pure misty blue in honeyed sunlight

feeling the earth between our toes
we imagined ourselves true elves

friends of tree and stalk,
fools to the stars,
fate & ferret reborn

only so high
as the golden corn

-o-

Haikus Paikus

my workbench is brown
i toil darkened by black oils
but within, rainbows

thinking, i look in
what i see is reflection
best to look, don't think

a pretty hayfield
waving in air's ocean
two birds eat no fish

my head is pure stone
my legs and arms of fine wood
but i am of air

-o-

Crab Coast & Cockleshells

Along the coast
the clouds are restless grey
the wind is pure whisky here
up by highland way
we stroll through the heather
stumbling along on brown paths
bare

surrounding us, the hills
like old friends
rounded by time

we drink in the cottages
stoney-grey fathers
crouching by the sea
talking of legends
in their sleep

far out on the tide
the seawrack waves back and forth
keeping time to the slow waves
from Caithness point and north

late, we stumble to the pub
for a hot toddy or two

before a candle lit bed beckons to dreams
of heather bells,
distant fires
and hearts of oak

-o-

Only A Moment

in the palm of my hand
a leaf
two curls one on one
and i see
on its surface; stars

and on its wrinkled face
i see me; old, tired
almost gone
waiting for any old breeze
to carry me away

the tears of pain fall
for wasted years
for ones i have lost
and the pain i have caused

we both had our green days
lived without thought
now they are captured
in every line
and wrinkle

life in summer goes by so fast
warmed by the sun
winter comes too soon
and long long nights
bring cold to the heart

now looking
at each tiny avenue, vein
and tattered pathway
i let her fall softly
to earth

I turn to my path
as a shaft of sunlight
pierces the trees

sparkling in tear-filled eyes

-o-

pond, rain-spotted, grey

Pond rain-spotted grey
mist, cloud, sunhine reflected
all passes, all remains

-o-

you

fast exit wisdom windows flew open
five multi-colored buterflies head out
crashing dwindling in heavy rainbows
collide in explosions of pink wispy
sirens with fleeting glimpse of you

-o-

Haiku Seasons I

snowdrop bends her head
wheatstalk whispers in her sleep
of ice feather leaves

a summer sun sinks
dying leaves touch life within
growth in melting ice

this path is snowbound
my thoughts are a setting sun
hiding in brown leaves

tiger sky rains hail
on a rooftop grass seeds drink
thirsty for summer

-o-

Haiku Seasons II

as a falling leaf
seasons change from sky to earth
in white, green, yellow, brown

-o-

us

the not-quite-blackness flickered and through it splattered vibrant shimmering colours, patterns, vibrations, crazy flights of animation, soaring rejoicing swoops of joy, jagged zig-zags of pain - all of you - all of us - right here - now

-o-

we

we walked to the ocean
but we didn't go in
it seemed a little foreign
and yet it was all to win
as we sat with embarrassed grin
the water was aquamarin'
but still we didn't swim
too young and too old within
and much to learn 'bout livin'

-o-

First Kiss

immersed in unreality
suddenly
only a kiss,
but the first

& all life
still beating
outside this pulse

goes on
without me

-o-

Three Dreams

two streamlined whizz
gizmos horizontal flying
screen shapes city spires
glass metal shine
faster arc... voooooooow!

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swooped out & swirled over
arcing the arc way out
jungle greens & sky blue
and mountains grey & ragged

rollercoaster bodyless way out wide
exhileration sirens wailing
ecstatic bliss heart beating
round and round we go
in pure clear no-time
of being free, just me

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green cat woman
inspects
parade of dreamers
eyes each one
"Hey this one's awake!"
dream ends.

-o-

my broken road

Sailing
holding the night
black tight

Whispering
without being heard
to myself
Everything's okay

As I sail
away

Dark hills
are brothers
to sleep
this night
in the Highlands
so purple
so deep dark
loving
kissing
night

Hear me,
we'll fly to a bright
blue island
lying in the sun
caressing our skin we lie
speechless in ecstasy
breathing our life
easy

drained in the waking dawn
grey
peeking through lace
layer on layer of grey
somehow
heals the soul
of striving

And flight so textured
faster flies the flight
above fluffy clouds
i feel you by me
we travel to Africa
this time
to turquoise skies
beaches of white silk
and nights by the stars
so close silky limbs entwine
dreams of eternity
we sleep cocooned
by the sound of palms

and back to skies
so blasted by rain
shatters
a tin roof
smells of sawdust rise
real people are somewhere near
real people

In the morning of us
so long ago i remember
a time of just being
a road just was

no modern thought
just a straw drifted
down my broken road

-o-

imeyou

I
too
think
serious
thoughts
concerning
existence
living
love
and
so
I
will
start
making
sensible
suggestions
sometime
within
these
bits
of
I
If
you
like
these
wiggly
notions
applause
finally
comes
from
sad
I
to
you
with
lovely
greetings
gratefully
transferred
electrically
beautifully
mindfully
solemnly
simply
given
free
me
I
to
you

with
smiles

-o-

no friend

funny how it is
lost an old dream
and new ones so hard to find

looking from this window
onto a dark night
same world
but cruel now

remember that window
curtain flowing
when i was ten
late night
and a new world
was a friend

now dark is just that
dark and cold
and a business world
feels like
to cut my dream

-o-

Floating Away

there's a mote
just floating,
drifting
in the sunlight

with a feathery sweep
see her weave
her dream

just for you

and the whole world
is waiting

just open
the green door

and step
slowly
out

-o-

Peppermint Bullets Fill My Head

Peppermint bullets fill my head
And I will walk down to the meadow
It's only Wednesday, midday
I sit and pray and watch the holy cows
They're trying not to notice me...
A heavy rainbow falls again too hard
A spectrum shard shatters my window
Plummets whirling straight into my kettle
And with all this info a planet is going crazy
And I ask politely please...
Is there some easier way to unstich this?
In time
For easter?

-o-

Untitled-1

waves of electric lives
coming in rippling motions
through stars dense as mist
weave the wonders
weave the stories
weave the fantasy

-o-

Untitled-2

i imagine a forest like dream huge
deep emerald greens scarlet birds and butterflies
rise up at my presence
wild foaming streams pound cool water on my head
shiny wet green plants everywhere whisper in the wind

i imagine a volcano spurting pure crimson to the sky
wild rivers of heat rumble to the sea
and the air is alive with power

i imagine the city world of mega highways
grey dust landscapes of whirring engines
all going precisely nowhere
batteries running on empty
dollar signs in every eye

i imagine the cool serenity of deep space
the slow eternal motion of the stars

and i wake up thirteen and a dreamer of visions
lost in dreams and visions now as then
dreaming of a life much better
of dreams soaring
and stardust drifting down
to me here on reality's floorboards

still hoping for magic
buried in our everyday lives
as we wander this world

-o-

the moon, a ghost's eyeball

the moon, a ghost's eyeball . pale white on blue

-o-

dreamdays

winsome following on in the same style
she sat mute but ready
he glanced at her as he arrived in the rain
sounds reached her but her mind was elsewhere

under the cherry tree
in windy august
tickling jennifers feet with a leaf of grass
and thunder cracked overhead
transparent tears of rain
on her long white dress
as she ran to the pavilion
jack was already there and smiling through
his blond hair hanging down his wicked face

long gone days far away in the
summer mind
waiting days
lost behind lace curtains
when the grass is so silent
seems eternal like a song in the mind
through a day soft as lace

-o-

Be Have?

There's need and greed.
And what's lost between.
Building walls of microwaves.
Tombs of TVs.

And where we end our lives...
Confined, dispersed or free?
Clinging grimly to the things we "won".
Or smiling, holding a loving hand.

It's ours to understand,
to find our way.
Or lose it,
in a blizzard of shiny toys.

We can Be.
We can Have.
Is there really in-between?

Stay grounded and safe.
Build the inevitable walls?

Or fly?

-o-

Soft Cell

Pretending everything is really okay
We chat and smile through every day
Building the walls of our prison

Around us we gather a glittering array
Bright things to soothe harsh reality away
Pretty comforts for our prison

But once in a while, every now and then
A harsh ray of light pierces the den
A disturbance in our prison

What enters is some knowledge of pain
A death, disease, some disaster, and then
The colours fade in our prison

But soon enough its submerged again
Within a consuming banality rain
We re-build the walls of our prison

We live our lives self-hypnotised
Justifying each and every step
That leads to our prison

We lick our sacred employers' feet
The supplier of all our worldly needs
Joint jailors of our prison

We gain the things that weigh us down
That seal our fate and means of escape
From our self-made prison

And in the end these safe safe, walls
grow terrifying and tall
And bar all hope of escape

And we see too late the truth of our room
While building a prison.
We furnished a tomb.

-o-

Crystal Vine

on horned clouds
fly the capped sons
of the long way
fly soft to alight
in fields of dreams
in bliss songs wailing
thunder drums pounding
ecstatic waves mounting
an aged finger
pointing
weaving our way through the gold
through smoke and tears
finding a way under
pine deep clouds
piercing the veil
escaping the jail
dreaming full sail

-o-

Dreaming Deep Green

...gathering clouds
dust of Heaven
in thickets
in hedgerows
down velvet lanes
in blackest midnight
travellers from all worlds
eyes in the fields
dust tracks
& mower weeds
fields of corn
of cone
of bone
wisdom eyes in bowls of trees
of science of moss
headless horsemen
travelling with the misty clouds
over the skyline
the distant Campsie skyline
drifting
letting go
catching the magic...

-o-

Bratislava '84

The church burns with life
and the flames of a thousand candles

Crowded to the doorway, I squeeze in
& feel the power

Outside, the streets are ribbons of mist
Lost smiles miles behind doorways

Along the streets
buildings like fallen tombstones
grey and dark, forbidding
stretch endlessly

Life goes on behind closed doors
Bright life existing in warm living rooms
across the city

And in the parks & squares
so many fountains dance
playful
among closed faces
and the stares of shop staff
grimly guarding empty shelves

Drinking some weak nameless brew
I stand with the helpless others
at tiny table tops perched on pillars
in some caf�

And up to the castle strong & stark
Through the Jewish quarter
carved in two by the concrete knife
of the proud new motorway

And in the night
Serious silence in the concert hall
Dignified enjoyment of high ideals
A proud nation awake to its culture
Moving ever upward to an aesthetic dream

And a Hostinec pulses into the darkness
about to explode from singing within
Bright gold sounds rebound
on the dark pot-holed road

And the air always is serene
unmuddied by affluence
grey, peaceful, cold, exquisite

ragged edges of life survive
not neatened or trimmed
they sprout rudely everywhere
delighting this alien
tired of a tamed world

Folk dances bright & joyous
with costumes of passionate innocence
revolve incongrous in a venue
of graveyard grey
and mausoleum dimensions

And on the hill in the graveyard
to the fallen dead
towers the statue to the heroes
the rescuers of the nation

The Soviet soldier towers high
over the town
monument of subjection
for a proud nation
now trapped in time
and space

but bright lights
still shine in strong hearts
and creative forces grow unseen
ever ready to melt the iron gates
and open the prison doors...

-o-

Croatia '97

curling softly in the sun
one man lies in warm grass
gazing across azure sea
and islands of white
roofs so red
under quiet blue skies

the Croatian day is so sweet
so peaceful
heavenly

-o-

we came down through
the middle of the land
down through sweet Slovenia
with little farms
of patchwork

around every corner a haven
and a wonder

and then
through Croatia
& through Vukovar
where the chills ran
down the spine
at ruined homes
bullet riddled walls,
blackened and blasted
& gaping holes where
summer windows had been

& to the coast at last
& torrential rains

as if Heaven was trying
to wash away the past

-o-

finally to Igrane in the night

& in the morning such peace

eating wild figs along the way
feeling the deep quiet
permeate our souls
we explore the coast

where the Romans came
and built fine villas
and gazed at
the ever-changing colours

we journeyed to Dubrovnik
perfect jewel
wonder in a wicked world
survivor of beautiful dreams

such peace in the towns
such heart-aching peace
& wild flowers ready-dried
waiting to be picked

& the sea a million variations of blue

drifting home by the coastal road
we are awe-struck at the beauty

& stop for the night
as a soft orange sun
sets over the Adriatic

-o-

and in the morning to Split
and the long road home

to Austria
where old & new
are good friends
and smile across the years

but I will always
think of Croatia
I hear her whisper
she sings to me

come home

-o-

The Travellers

Mixed colours sparkle briefly
through Forward Screen
Heralding Arcturus' suns
A friendly greeting then
from this our latest port

We come to gather fresh blood
New followers for the fold
"Passengers" for our glorious ark

Drifting now to land
grey, tense and uninspired,
gazing listless at the dark...

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Through 'Screens'
to Central

All in order
"On you go..."

And out to the hordes
'same in every sector
relentless motion
& search for survival

A soft smile to one another
The same old game
played once again.

"It's too easy" Bored.

"Don't worry. 'Over soon.
We'll drink their best tonight."

Liquid pulse thought electric
faster than starlight flicker
A group of five
drift easy, close behind
Tagged now in instant melding
"One-Two-Three and A-B-C..."

And so home free.

"Leavers"
Positive okay. Good. Goodbye
Starfire. Flick up.
Away.

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Smiles all round.
Relax. Feet up.
A cathedral of stars light Forward One.

Halo on halo we sit

in shadows of silver.

"...sweet stuff..."
"Mmm.. Nice design..."
"Blackberries and green marmelade..."
"Yeh, and pumpkins fresh from the field..."

Silence falls.
The ship hums softly.
Smiling,
incisors palely flicker.

5 ghostly stars
dance slowly on each one.

-o-

Life Storm Haiku

dark storm passes by
small shadows move in the glade
soft traces of time

-o-

little hill

only a little hill
bump of green below the sky
beloved by me
tiny track a friend
meanders to the top
traced with my fingers
dwells in my heart
taken for a friend
when there are none
only footsteps away
will always be there
when I'm long gone

-o-

Life - Fire

I remember the November the 5th's
with the bonfire on the moor
and the grey shetland sweaters
and the light love
and excited scream

The grass reflected the light
The sparks flying high in the air
The red-glowed faces
Children on adult shoulders
Smiles
And the dark trees around
darkly smiling too
And the sky full of stars

Buildings on Mugdock Road
Like old people watching the young
Happy in their hearts

Near the beginning of this life
Glowing with loving
Warm with belonging
Close to the friendly ground
Feeling the lightness
Young Wild & Free

-o-

Freq

Fiery web we walk on through
to Moonbeam 1 our CG point
Got a nasty one to drill today
some monkey in a catsuit
needs a quick goodbye
Usual scene of grey mounds
and silver spires
one of those again
ho hum

Read out says he's close
a few klicks no more
red's flowing to green
and we are ready

Memories of Forbidden Planet
float through my brain
sparkling alien encounter
ghostly emerging
awesome

but today nonesuch
only the regular demon
not even ready
for the smallest shoot-out
heh heh now it's
Gunfight at the OK Corral
too bored for this
dangerous

moving through some habitations now
trace is close
life forms marginally interesting here
flora no highlight
we emerge into starlight
the edge of twin moons just grinning
matched in our suit visors
moving in for kill

the white suits win the day
raze the last leper to the ground

humming
softly
we turn
Sync Freq
and close with Ship

-o-

Dreamtime

Forgetful ocean
time that was
that in-between time
between fathering
and opening
a signalling lighthouse
and opening door

Your soft face
twinkling
mischevious
A child's face
sometimes

Forgetful time
of spaces and clouds
Fanciful thoughts
on high hills
looking north.
Those mists on the hills
above the pines
An open heart
loving
high with the air
serene in thoughts
of letting go
and loving too

Soft smiles to myself
carressing the future
stepping one more step
towards you

asleep

-o-

Monoman / Free

MonoMan works late
to satisfy his screaming boss
his life a work of hate
the surface merely gloss

MonoMan leaves for work at dawn
his face a soulless mask
all emotions long since gone
but if someone interrupts his task

he changes to a vision of hate
no patience, time or tolerance
his boss may sack him if he's late
in this vicious money dance

So MonoMan works in his sterile room
creating cold empires of hate
he lovingly builds anothers tomb
and smiles at the saddest fate

His only joys, to beat his wife
and getting off on 'Army Journal'
he knows nothing of a better life
for him it's all monaural

So MonoMan is working late
to make his schemes come true
his life is sad and second rate
I pray he's not like you...

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Living wild they found a place of peace
By trickling stream and grassy field
Far from normal mind they found release
Lives filled by magic more magic yield

Music brightens their night, sunshine their days
With time for gems of life to shine & amaze
Without work or routine each moment is clear
No irritated boss, no back stabbing colleagues
No shallow hunt for money, no need to fear

Exploring mysteries of life in freedoms high
Glad to live under tree and sky
Smoking the herb in wonderful calmness
in sweet recognition of sensual awareness
Weaving their lives like a gypsy dream
Not once thinking of how they might seem

Rejoicing in Earth colours and sky they live
And what they have they freely give
Far from all Mans rules and regulations
light years from his grey limitations

Free to breathe clear a whole life long
To cry & laugh & grow children strong
In each crystal moment with being and sharing
gentle shining spirits of colour, caring

With each step a dance in this moment of now
Giving, being, sharing and living to be.
They love the life and leave it...

Free

-o-

Night Fears

the snow fell lonely in the night
gentle flakes of memory
falling from my eyes

i gaze through the window
age eleven and full of dying

thoughts of endings
when i'm only beginning

life and love - warm moments
between - the chill of time
ever waiting as i am dreaming

from the corner of an eye
i glimpse his black cloak
in the cold of morning
or in the ache of goodbye

one small wave and the scene is over
the ones i loved: gone

meanings locked deep within
so late one still holy night

the wind whistles lonely
and the snow falls gently

my anxiety is soothed to sleep

warmed by closeness

and dreams of windows in the sky

-o-

Saturday Night

i smile through the magic
i dream into my glass
mellow in the night
bright electric my mind
across the lights
you are

i smile inside
i touch the little dream
and wander home
by the dark avenues
deep green and dark
black cats and places
out of sight
staggering into hedges
laughing
bumping numb
in the night

-o-

Sleepy Haiku

the sun warms my face
i lie sleepy on this hill
somehow things feel right

-o-

Softly Midnight

blizzard of stars
sweep slicing black
in magic splashes
rainbows & hurricanes
dreams beneath my mind
fiery dark eyes
wreathed spells of kohl
sparkling, arising
dancers of the gate
with fingers twirl
new fates on harps
and angels wings
touched by icey winds
in misty winter dales
where walls of snow
and forests
hang in the silent air

in midnight shimmering

-o-

Space

walking in the space outside my mind
free falling through the black
feel the cool stars in my fingers
and galaxies spinning serene in tune
up here the spirit floats free
and the celestial wind
blows it all away

-o-

Tapestry

Black rose on a green page
Wavy clouds
over blue sky
& fawn sandstone
A house of dreams.

Inspiring spires
for a young spirit
I have some tears for you.

Wind aching
through green leafed
rhodedendrons in witches wood.

Curling moon-fleeced clouds
A galleon sailing on them
Swords under the arbor light.

Smoke and Incence
Lovely girls eyes
Floating wisdom down the years
Bittersweet pages of the past.

But time yet for light
to smile and dream
And let a little sun shine in...

-o-

teardrop

leaning out of my mind
greeting the new dawn
catching a snowflake
melting so fast
leaves only a teardrop

-o-

Tiger Haiku

meeting in jungle
striped yellow flash bright eye
tears me from this world

-o-

Time Out of Time

I see a diamond
Is it the future?
Of reality
or fantasy?

It is shimmering
in starlight
Flashing cold focus

I am bathing in bliss
in its light
it is streaming through me

Beyond all bounds
Within me
in me / is me
I am free..

-o-

Whispers In My Dream

one long dark night
heavily woven in wet heather
sat in a valley
deep grey of stone
hawks talons spin
in tormented heaven
wild in delight
at the shattered night
under a ghost's eyeball
we trail the rain
along ways long and ragged
finding shelter
under warm eves of oak
at tethers end
in rail walk time
talk flashing of stones
crystal matrix and wooden soft
from valley end to valley end
stars like scattered dust
for eyes reflected in wisdom pools
in pockets of dreams
down from the mountain
to the factory of death
sinking to the oils depth
still dreaming of soaring
and roots of oak
still waiting for a sunburst
behind eyes dimmed
from sunset candles drifting
along country roads
trying for smiles
and sighing

-o-

Wool Gathering

painted wool wagons
heading west across the sunset
mineshafts of diamonds
below black night
creek of black water
none wasted in the cave on the hill
buried deep in yellow sundust
carved treasures
brought from the east
brilliant scarlet snakes
garnet eyes whirl
pools of amethyst dreamy
slide sideways
from view

-o-

We Journey On

We journey on
Even when the sun is gone
Even when we are all alone
We journey on

Looking at our lives we see
All these times in tapestry
So many colours woven there

Even when it seemed so bad
Looking back is not so hard

And we always journey on
Even when the sun is gone
Even when we are all alone
We journey on

-o-

The "poems" that follow are experiments in streaming words
and seeing what comes through.
These are "crazy" in as much as they don't necessarily make sense.
But sometimes... (c;

-o-

make the freezin' gazebo go

The dynamite chicken
need a lotta reworkin'
see it climb down the chimney
to the bells of ol' rhymny
i doan truss 'is judgement
if he mixen cement
can drive to a dement
enfurl'd 'n excrement
los' swingin' outa element
that dynamite chicken

feel 'is pulse go
catterin' to 'n fro
he's a demon on a drawstring
'will mope 'fore a goin'
that's the foal cosmetic
he knows it too well
bind him in oinment sweet
dream lost in a deep deep sleep
holy dynamite chicken

o follow me roll down dale
by the brook spanish moss
'n canteloped dragoon
i will open a fishhook sky
and maple by drifting eye
do you follow my young midden
by streets long and narrow
to the museen call spire
he calls you to go
without call or red fright
not to splash dynamite
by yellow feathers floating
goats bleating
and choking
to the windsphere
on the high cloak hill mist
THERE!
Bespoke driver
artichoke color sphere
he waits
noddin'
sleepy
callin' ya...

Chick chickie chick chick
through a cylinder ear
hear a sound like surf
bright rainbow snorter
echoing faded dynamite
so bright
horses set alight
in polythene mirrors
swooned by rivers
grassed
sitting pretty in moonshine
real toasty licken'
prawn whale kickin'
the dynamite chicken

-o-

gold fleck silver shadow raven eyes

for the opening glass
the rose pink jewel
monitor frozen weakness
glance passed
in the wood petalled way
by the brook wisdom post
fly by the night seeker
jail creeper
and ocean swell of time
i open the eye to it
see the cellular ribbon
swept by river glass
by the deep flat pool
of the riverbed
by dreams of black stargold
by ways of bone
hidden by crafted arbour
on a turqouise paveway
in reflected sailboat
crested ocean sails
the tv waste waits
leave the tortured tower
over fields of green flakes
tree quakes
fleece in time
the flowered pathway
diamond dream flung
to the lake limits
fire storm of time
create your own calm
in corruption
concrete consumers
eat smoke
sold by dopes in suits
find a river to the sea
dive in the deep peace
of the infinite spectrum
retreating from the
tv single-spectrum dream
try milk wet night
of golden horse armour
a cold grey world
spread like metal petals
lost in grit
silver you are in the sun
by midnights light
you were molten
drive on to the mountain
breath deep of the white air
long lost in dust of today
aching for the sunrise

-o-

moon gravy moment

moon gravy moment
twined flying in earth
deep down on the farm awhile
feel the water on those tootsies
sparkling clear
upward toward a fresh ear
feel it gently wave
craveful moment by sweet grassy
hillock by miming dream evening
follow the croak hose
down to the swallow nose
dream deep of the brown swell
by the puddocks
where the white frog
creeps by the grey stones
down the ferny hill
frocked yellow hackin' summer jackets
flying like a dervish
wreaking merry havoc
with a spear stick
softly caress the moonflock
they drift in swirls by the galleon skies
seven bright oceans
a colour of wood
locked by the henhut
in a scattered barnyard
trees lie gazing
in mellow evenin'
turn the gatefield flower
see the light dust fleck
flying yellow from them
sigh gas on a field of stars
high up in the neverglade
feel free of the concrete spiders
down there where the masses sleep
eyes open on the tvdrome
pierced by a welter of time
driven deep in a brain starved
of open air
i creep to the grass forest
way down where there's no hurt
follow me to the sunset
always somewhere to mellow
a heart
gold throbbed and wonder
horsey waits nodding
what you are is no weight
as stars slide
in the aching sweetness
turn off the set
and turn up the speakers
pumpkins span the hills
tonight by the stem ariel
feel its greenness
hold you silent
straight as a rod
by the fish pond

-o-

in a bluegreen space

ten to the dozen my little flighty beauties!
eating wormwood by the scowering plummet
fast friends growing longer eating snails
do you find fresh seeds in the wind
apples plopping into bowls spalshing rivulets
sky blue turtle fish gown
pomegranite skies weep purple beads
where your dress meets the ground
lie faces woven in wheat
elvet feet have been here
twinkling in the meadow
horses hooves have ground the muddy lane
by humpbacked swathes of hawthorne
drifted by curves in a blue space
in lanes winding deep into the forest
by soft furred landscapes
and dusty roads
meet the green moment
cool
and fresh
in a breeze made in heaven
by the stile or mile end
or goosberry row
watching the willow
no longer frosted
but free

-o-

frills of ice stripes in eel

bleating rainbow sheep peeping
neath a coverlet pure wool spooking
hurrah! the moomroths are outgabe!
jelly toothbrush is my favorite
in the sparlker star far out
prance with me on the outer reaches
where the puffin fishes teaches
love rose of midnight blue speechless
diamond on the pier while luminescence reigns
glass air bubbles pop
on Brighton Rock
he strolls the wind encrusted strand
lovers joyfull hand in hand
far up and out a cliff hangs brown
full frothing lace in secret green
spider drawn of a rooks high perch
restless thatch of a field stretched long
apple trees and square full playlet ribbon
shards of ice creep
dull gold stones lashed water riven
full pilot bird raucus island
lifts wings of white
towers long and sleeps

-o-

marble wall-fingers mystery

toasted wing sandals
way out up there where the mammoth notes sing
faster than pickwick paper flybeards
swallowing up in the greyblack
rutted and flooded
by the cartwheel tracks
in london circa 1780
i believe in a firewire
two times by the flood membrane
neurotic neuronic nephew
steps out too soon
by a black wire infest
stooled pigeon creeps soft
and warm to a white marble nest
don't dribble the mouthpiece explodes!
by hook or crook
we find the concrete doorfront
sliding down the dimension
to the wall fingers feeling our way
in an x-dimension
only the width of a fly-eyelash
stored in the hidden recess
behind the walk-through mirror
the lane runs ever on and on
follow the raven's cry
up in the black trees
stranger than mirkwood
here the fungus has memory
and dreams of your passing
wet dew shines
in green carapaces of liquid jade
glades wet like the ocean
lapping at your feet
dream-wide
and rainbow coloured
tonight your dreams soak
your brain in happy mystery

-o-

songs never known not lost

around 14 o clock
tick tock clock stops
spliced weave under horsefeathers
builds to chrome explosion
shiny steel oblong
flung headlong
from church tower
to garlic flower
under stallion darkness
brighter then by far
by a wolf willow
close by in costume
dances on a gold point
shining cloister
of shining light
by the turquoise sea
under the endless sky
too many plans
for too many toys
playing between sight
found and let fall
from tiny hands
at midnight
and dreams softly take you
lost and flying
through the dazzling glades
of songs you never knew

-o-

brandy at the breakfast gate moon

only a touring globe
one lost without abode
twirling down a lonesome road
as velvet night touches
he retreats into bunches
of brambles by the road he munches
not many lazy lunches
he bites the tasty morsels
and gives the rest to his horses
he has none but of course its
a dream of sortses

i am the sailor of the prow
from portsmouth to the isle of how
don't wake me as she creaks
I love the life a' half a sleep
don't rend the air with awful peep
that's not the noise of oysters

she sits on the toadstool unseen
all linen and lace and face of green
no one can see all the places she been
that's how she likes it

i have a small toad
his name is samuel
see him dance
he's a pan-dimensional alien
from the planet zeegreen

blue wallowing boats crash by foam
to the frequency of starlight
the portholes roll with honey light
at midnight
see the minds come free
from the oak and mulberry
she was made with care
and a maiden fair
stands at her bow

around the pond
the old men sit
they bring the history of essex alive
sitting astride their stools
till the sweet sky is dark blue
and flooded of stars
come with me to the ear
to the eye and lips of time
touch the memories of wheat
sitting here at ploughherds feet
diamonds fly around
small sparkles of night acoming
when the hay is soft and warm
and we lie in each others arms
far from the grey of now

with a wandering hand
he cups the ragged water
and sends the air flying
to the island home
of the golden monkeys
see the quay of palm
waiting with open arm
sand like white sparkling sugar
dessicated ginger
greets the nose
a smell to warm the blood
as we search for coconuts
and amber fish

wheeling up the midnight coast feet warm as browning toast
the lights fly by the midnight window
in the highlands
one sensual 1950 night
to aberdeen and mallaig
and inverness
with flashing fates
breaking warm waves in the brain
silent substances
of glorious calm

blithe spirit
i and you are every shade
of black and white and grey
lets sail to the following frame
locked in embraces that remove the fear
can you feel me here?

-o-

bright roaring warts

like star licks on ice
dreamed in lime ocean

damn that brat tv
no ariel diamonds come
a cogitation on crap

it's a suck sink
devils fish tank
warped hieroglyph
framed in an ant's eye

saffron tarts are ready
cooking in the fir kitchen
ready for her genius
sitting in tarry black flakes

part of my heart is gone
i feel it concrete
instead of gold blooded
here in the flesh

kiss the light years goodbye
bite the stardust
here we are
all together
bite the blackened leather
of a crystal cockpit

i miss your futility
know that feeling?
sunk below the even mist
hanging in the valley
before dawn

blossoms of slime erupt
your mechanical thoughts
feel the heat
from her brainy daughter?

that's not a fusion
beyond comprehension
buttercups instead of brains
anyway inside

translucent fog bites me
i only came to walk the dog
in your ash-cold forest
the dew sparkles
through the dark

rainbow cupid wait
i'm here and following
i smell the rusty plume
from your velvet cape
of dawn

the thunderstorm trails
her lace of ozone
stiff flags on the mountain
aching for a rainy wind
i see grey crags
and scarlet poppies

revelation and confusion
rattle in a tin cup
spread out like an eagles eye
wrapped in fortunate tentacles

build an oxygene mantle
no time to cook the roses
the fire will melt that thought
of gone cold bone

giant trees of ashes
gondalas of flame
don't wake me
take me to the valley grass
spread me like an eagle
to the ground

create life with sound
open to a flies ear
dying here and reborn
to some new ocean

lamentable galaxy of wheel dreams
i feel the texture of smoke
boiling like white soup
drawn through an Ibis eye

in your life's time
eat of intelligence
before you swallow
the weakest link
and dig deep
for work's death

bramble pie steams
on the window ledge
hot milky custard
drips down
far from any cow

barroom cinema crawler
drink till your eyes fill
with visions of innocence
sparkling midnight
it's all yours
this shiny hour
eat the stars

nightgirl weaves her lips
round a memory of woolen dolls
whisks the thought of a love
like pastry on christmas eve

conundrum of bliss
in far-out galaxies of night
flung streams whisper
fleeced a note both
real but unbowed

shiny space will always win
seen from a hot walk
looking down at the dust
see the eyes looking back
this is serious dreaming

a lonely plant sucks rain
blown away by a hairy flash
of night
late under blankets
crackling like wolves
dancing

endless jewelry green
musk smelling powders groan
silk so soft on the skin
black satin nightshade
returns like a dream
within a dream

auriole glimpse speckled
not like a frog
flossed but vengeful
see it sparkle
in tedious gauze

remembering a dream within a dream
always seen

or down the other road
you didn't take
that morning
when the pines waved
and the yellow cotton
fields waved at you
hold that thought
by the mountains
they're grey enough
and old enough
to know

-o-

for gold higherglyph melted midnite

filigree of senseless patterns
flow mercury from the brain's core
diamond back patterns
from the whalebone farmhouse
double-deckered
fancy-lettered
dream doped in double time
make what you will
of the shimmery overspill
as we drill
ever deeper
for gold

Silly Poems(c;

-o-

Two stoned Tyranosaurus moaned

Two stoned
Tyranosaurus moaned
deep in a glade of the night
By a bough cleft in tween
lay a field full of green
Smoking the two out of sight

In one's twinkling eye
came a vision so strange
it seemed like a cosmic joke
Nudging his twin
he looked within
whilst taking a sensual toke

The creature so slight
so weak, weird and white
made them chortle and clack
But the ghost was soon gone
They licked lips and bone
And started the search for a snack