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Friday, December 30, 2016




Crossing the swirling river Elpeus, wondering what path I'm on,
Dreaming beginnings and endings, passing that point of ne'er returns,
Trekking beyond rainbows end, o'er peaks down valleys, time is how it's gone,
Beyond Zeus' mountain Acropolis, past Artemis dancing 'round ancient urns.

Drifting asleep into that land of Winkin, Blinkin and Nod,
Where dreams are set, met by smiling Electra from heaven,
Where perfect snow flakes settle on groves of ancient cedars,
Reaching Olympus' lofty purity, nearing thirteenth heaven.

So this is how our journey begins and ends,
Missing finial exits, yet still discovering important stops,
Meeting tattooed kin in their colourful skins, ink disguising souls my friends,
Trumpets raise alarms ere soul is plundered, ere Ares mighty hammer drops.

So this is how the world begins and ends,
Losing our way, reliving memories from battles and oblivion,
Sky diving from paradise without a parachute, born hoping love mends,
Losing our simple minds, slipping then sliding into another idiom.

So this is where the blessed rainbow ends,
Discovering cream doesn't merely shift and rise,
Creamy dreams born in night, curdled o'er time, yet it all depends,
Powerful wealth, truly cream, or ideals dressed in a cheesy guise?

So this is how each lifetime ends,
Those desperate moments realized and recaptured,
Tsunami crash ashore, washing souls in emotion that rapture lends,
Frantic instance, God's hand strips life bare, fractured by that sudden rapture.

So this is how it ends,
Evolution gripping nature, choking mankind by his very throat,
Cosmos revolving around resolution, vying to always make amends,
Starlight revealing reminders, all those shining tags worthy of note.

So this is how it ends,
Simone and Edouard, once lovers, then never making up,
Going blind enraged, losing sight of beauty, forgetting friends,
Surrendering inner space and joy to strife, love is so screwed up.

So this is how it ends,
Haunted by vogue memories, reminded of visions past,
Fields of daffodils, sweet paperwhite narcissus, blooms and blends,
Falling to my knees in recognition, rising up in migrant faith at last.

So this is how it ends,
Seeking validation, questing for someone to simply speak with,
Hoping for compassionate audience, cringing when criticism so oft offends,
Drifting o'er barren dunes, 'cross deep chasms, reveling at nature's marbled pith.

So this is how it ends,
Lemmings racing t'wards that steep cliff edge,
Frogs refusing to croak, as Dr. Extinction intends,
Marvels like glass marbles, chronicles teeter on a fabled ledge.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria,
Lionhearted legends born, sweet and proper for the country,
Emerging life immersed in light,  heroes buried in historic agraphia,
Hanging frail and languid, Judas dangling mute and blinded from a sacred tree.

Thursday, December 29, 2016




So is this how it ends.
All those multitudes of dead, mummies and corpses reminding us,
storm is coming, like earthquake and tidal wave, such a terrible fuss,
wake oblivious to gaunt nature crying out, dismiss all natural trends,
watch beasts rise up, grip a terrified world by the throat,
conflict never ends or mends,
it's coming  . . . it's coming like a cyclone . . .
like a legion of winged Archangels approaching . . . 
swords drawn, blowing sacred rams horns, 

leading that primal charge . . . 
it's coming . . . it's coming soon . . .
a barrage is coming . . .  nay a flood  . . . a flood of blessed love,
wearing a crown of amity and olive branches,
apprising piety of faith, delivering hope,
beneath the scarred and bleeding feet of this wretched world,
blessed love surrendered,
once again submitted,
 admitted by a peaceful dove.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016




So this is how it ends,
Last post, followed by one minute of grievous silence,
Remembrance done, bombs and guns roar again, shatter a clear and peaceful lens,
Angels mourn in seventh heaven, devils chortle, immortal burning words their parlance.

Set fire to the world,
Babylon's ancient forests trembled, hearing war's fervent trumpets blaring,
Raze trojan flags, so much for freedom and goodness, terror thus unfurled,
So much for peaceful understanding, so much for compassion or human caring.

Listen closely, foreign ears nailed to the ardent ground, our world gaffs and laughs,
Oh Armegeddon's whore! Declaring victory while supine peace lies chained and yearning,
Annihilating divine, oblivion crucifying truth and prophets like sacrificial calves,
Images reborn again, lives forged by history, hammered pure, adorned in mystic learning.

Job turns o'er and o'er, prophets wail from lost forgotten graves,
As war trumpets belch, blaring combat, declaring "peace is saved!",
Nation razes nation, all o'er this war torn globe, endless rants and moral raves,
Simple folk cower in fear, behooved by strife, peaceful love forever craved.

Moses walks naked past stern sentries, down Jerusalem's cautious street,
Aloft, his enchanted staff held high, offering atonement like a sacrificial lamb,
Noah contrives yet another ark, embarking ere the storm, past God's shimmering feet,
Survive this coming flood, Babylon shall perish, drowned in a sea of unforgiving blood.

Trump it, as yet another fatal hand is dealt,
Dice roll, tumbled hand to mouth, trusting wanton chaos, thus the devils fed,
Cast a pair of snake eyes, fumbling o'er a measured field,  'cross green napped felt,
Gambled lives, those lost pennies and disregarded prayers, lying flensed and bled.

So this is it how it ends,
Peaceful love nailed high upon a  blessed wood, so mystically crossed,
Tattooed egos feint, executioners pocket fame and silver, such technique co-depends,
Repose in serene pastures, shepherded by restful sleep, journey's end embossed.

So this is how it ends,
Dreamy rainbows dashed into dust, crashed by lifelong mistrust,
Exteriors finally stripped away, a recipe of empty lonely trends,
Trek past blazing stars, a barefoot crossing, o'er a prickling starry crust.

So this is how this story ends then,
Godzilla, rising up out of raging torrents, from deep within a burning sea,
Modra, venting billowing smoke, blazing 'cross a torn and blackened fen,
Afire! Afire! Heaven and hell are burning! All up in smoke as far as God can see!

So this is how it ends,
Dreaming rhymes and poesy life,
Praying Archangel Raphael complies and Gabriel attends,
Gravity's mystery, rending lives in two, with its razor knife.

Ponder, all around this sadly tainted world, a tumultuous fight,
So many blistering fears, church doors barred and locked up tight,
Yet still! Deep in the secret folds of a Sacred glen, a Hallowed wood,
Fervid lovers passionately loving there, as blessed lovers do and should.

So this is how it ends,
Earthward we go, then somehow, e'en fly,
Fording God's thoughts and universe, as far as universe extends,
Kings ope Heaven's gate, such rewarding light, where Angels repose and lie.

So this is how it ends, purity finally rising up, all hail!
Mountains crumbling o'er a billion years, degradation an everlasting down,
Rumbling stumbling, lava and ash falling heavy along that conflagration trail,
Submerged in aloof oceans, soaring o'er pearl stars, seeking golden crowns.

So this is how it ends,
Stars spiraling into nova, singing sacred songs on that destined day,
Awake! Venture into odyssey reciting sacred verse, a perilous valley death so rends,
Ethereal palaces and caves, hermitage implanted across this spectral milky way.

So this is how it ends,
Planting seeds under a generous moon, a Holy light in its Sacred guise,
New being new again, so newness vibrates, as Creation so intends,
Variegated Souls all soar, committed to deep space, majesty must surely surmise.

Monday, December 26, 2016



So this is how it ends,
Struck dumb by bolts of white lightning,
Blinded in conflict, never healing, battle never mends,
Reeling naked in murk, deathly silent, so dark and frightening.

So this is how this story ends,
Rendered speechless, tortured under a scorching sun,
Singed and marred, scarred by living and learning trends,
Quickstep 'cross scorched savanna, time unraveling 'til fully undone.

So this is how life ends,
Queer rapping, strange tap tap tapping, no belly laugh or dance,
Order entranced, advancing t'wards a deep abyss, conjoined with tainted friends,
Pray cap this trap if wisdom dare, higher profits ne'er merely gain a sweet romance.

So this is how forthright less romance ends,
When eyes go blind, digits no longer colouring inside specific lines,
Clenched fists stir great boiling pots, war drums flout immoral current trends,
Haunted masters blow haunting horns, raising cheers and beerhall steins.

So this is how it goes,
Apocalypse soon, jacked-up by qualms of negative human fears,
Is biblical relevance truly out there? Can any being really know?
What next? Prayers, pillars of salt, braised pork ribs, more cold beers?

So is this how it ends?
Desert owls perching, detached in that parched arid zone,
Sorcerer's eyes blink twice then thrice, feathered heads turn and bend,
Mythic wisdom, so wise old owls hoot, calling Gaia's name with a Holy tone.

So this is how it ends,
Noble rainbows attached to feathered dreams, fading into black,
Prismatic sceptres dividing, projected through a shattered lens,
Spectral visions trace primal screams, marauding down a primitive track.

Saturday, December 24, 2016



So this is how it ends,
Lost and cloaked by shadows, staring out through a glassy mist,
Moments of clarity, trickling mem'ries that blessed compassion sends,
Stumbling through life's fragmented mimicry, reflections in that precious gist.

So this is how it ends,
Wand'ring naked in this unusual place,
Wond'ring, is this what fruitful destiny rends?
Glissade down that rocky path, rememb'ring love's familiar face.

So this is how it ends,
Lifetimes swimming upstream, against a ripping tide of years,
Gather courage, valiant ho! Try not to flounder, try ne'er to offend,
Crossing a great divide, eyes fill with tears, oh! past sorrows, so many fears.

So this is how it ends,
Just one more changing season, too fresh for me,
Smiling, I salute life, "Some other time then!",
Spoken words, 'tween love and me.

So this is how it ends,
Walking lone, stepping into coal dark night,
Blinded by my journey, such heart stopping trends,
Rise up! Prizing into heaven's eternal light.

So this is how it ends,
Mem'ries hang in a rainbow sky, stumble from nothing into everything,
Thus a juncture, time reacts to life, simply stretched, spells bend,
Kissing moments of being, embracing starry heaven as my soul sings.

So this is how it ends,
Lying wrapped and bound, still and dead upon my funeral pyre,
Conflagration into ash, leaping flames that lick the corpse, so send,
Eternal souls, rise in faith above a sombre sky, honour this razing gyre.

So this is how it ends,
Freed silence, bleed from this temporal place, waking another universe,
Slipping from darkness into light, as  goodly light surely intends,
Speed well my friend! 'cross mysterious time, a trip so benevolently terse.

So this is how it ends,
Waiting for absolution, dressed in that nighttime mist,
Departing from epic into epoch, as fateful eternity lends,
Light and hope retaking, remarking in psalm on love and life's vital tryst.

So this is how it ends,
All those things, accomplished well, an adventurous lifetime,
Bright shining successes! Those abject failures, thus destiny descends,
Placid night ascends, twinkles 'neath my starlit feet, shutting dim eyes one last time.

Saturday, December 10, 2016



Comments on Charles Bukowski's poem 'My Madness'.

Oh Charles!
How alien we are in this alien world!
Flopping around in life's sizzling frying pan,
oft times wishing our heads were resting on the guillotine block,
waiting for the executioner's dull blade to fall,
relieving us all of this tar paper shack syndrome,
plaguing us,
haunting us,
stalking us,
from this waking world,
deep into our midnight dreams.
Oh if poetry might fly us to the haunted moon!
Send us to barren Mars!
Where, like ancient Martians,
we would strut about in thin skins,
armoured by life's shiny exterior,
breathing filtered Martian air,
dreaming filtered Martian dreams,
writing filtered poetry about filtered home.
Filtered masters vying from filtered castles,
deeply betraying us, plundering the very Kingdom.
We stand roused, deeply angered by such dishonest depths.
So it is, in this timeless moment,
remarking as we stumble half-blind through life,
typing lazy lines that surely make sense,
composing exploding prose,
erupting poesy, chimed with errant rhymes,
filtered through this  widening mesh of unsympathetic chaos.
So vast measures of neglected poor chew on stale bread,
drink drops of rancid beer from discarded flattened tins,
like homeless folk, while Czars sip Napoleon brandy,
wandering masses of chaff strewn,
astray and lost in filthy dark alleys,
wanting wheat and bread,
sleeping hungry,
waking parched and thin,
seeking fish and loaves,
craving a helping hand, wishing for friendly smiles,
hoping some ray of enlightenment might lead them safely into tomorrow.
Finally, in such pending dark,
laying bruised and shaven heads down,
hard on a soiled brick of baked red clay,
reposed in ragged soiled clothing,
blanketed under slabs of discarded cardboard,
slumped next to some stinking dumpster,
that thin shield of steeled comfort,
lying fetal, drawn up by their poverty,
stirring confused thoughts into thin soup and stew,
conjuring rich and creamy visions.
"Surely there must be some other fool more foolish than myself."
Statements waking us in the dark of night,
outlined by nagging disturbing rays of street.
Some outraged mugger suddenly raves over me,
Spitting anger, seething hatred from his blood red eyes,
knife blade glinting in a ray of mirrored violence.
Once robbed, laying stiff, oozing blood and courage,
left for dead in that tawdry rubbish lane,
wooden nickels and thin dimes whipped from worn out pockets.
Perhaps we rise again,
pull that filthy collar of worn out coat up around half-deaf ears,
trying to keep out life,
imagining with all one's might,
something beyond that hellish beast.
Growling clarity,
intent is ever clear,
never charity,
with each dawn,
followed into waning day,
nipping at homeless calloused heels.
Oh brother! Why hast thou forsaken me!
What sin have I committed?
What prayer have I not recited?
Why does such a rich world shun me as I beg for mercy?
Such is life I suppose,
for poor and homeless,
all those disadvantaged souls,
still breathing and sleeping,
freedom beyond their reach,
murmuring words and phrases,
fluttering unheard into soiled gutters.
If sun doesn't get up tomorrow,
perhaps I will find atonement,
understand how in my failing,
how all this failure,makes the world go round.
If stars blink out,
one by one,
or two by two,
maybe I'll wake in that impending dark,
think to myself,
"This must be heaven! Mother's womb! Must be that place where I am reborn."
But hark! Which person isn't reborn each time they wake?
Lo! In such adverse darkness?
Who doesn't begin life anew?
Each time they stumble, after every fall?
Picking themselves up,
wiping themselves off,
wondering if they are alive,wandering in some advent dream,
ambling into that ample light of each newly filtered day!
So in my own madness,
beating drums and blowing whistles,
witnessing the falling sky,
singing cradle songs while the crippled earth weeps and cries,
I strip myself bare,
dance naked with erotic Venus.
Surrounded by filaments of egomania,
illuminated by silver shards of feral light,
wrapped by reflections from the laughing moon,
Venus strokes my aching soul.
Rumplestiltskin arm in arm with my madness,
clapping wildly, entranced by this lunatic feat,
heralded by licks from dancing flames,
magically spinning chaff and straw,
into golden baskets, 

in hopes of fish and loaves.

Monday, November 28, 2016



So this is how it ends,
With everything busting out,
With nations busting out,
With politics busting out,
With armies and warfare busting out.
Nature is busting out,
Here, there, and everywhere,
Busting out,
Busting out of the old,
Busting into the new,
Busting in the old,
Busting out the new,
People everywhere busting,
People everywhere busted,
People everywhere bust,
Bust this crusting!
Alaska or bust!
Busted Alaska isn't pristine anymore either,
Wild salmon busting along a broken paradigm,
Grizzly bears busting along desolate rivers,
Past broken fireweed and bunched-up cleavers,
Birds busting through climate change into bursting extinction,
Oceans busting into hurricanes and cyclones,
Forests busting into carbon as they flame and flare,
Worldwide busting with a whole lot of bursting and fussing,
Busting social norms and laws,
Bursting a busted bubble with extended claws,
Busting out into space through a sacred worm hole,
Busting into dreamy inner space rediscovering that elemental place,
Busting into chaotic ingredients,
Bursting into chaos and confusion,
Busting through darkness,
Busting into light,
Busting through life,
Bursting and busting.

Saturday, October 1, 2016




Kisses Sweeter Than Wine

Once I dreamed, upon a time,
Love dreams, love now such a distant rhyme,
I miss love, love's tender touch, so much more than fine,
I miss love's smiling eyes, love's passionate kisses, headier than fine wine.

While lost love weeps, awash with silent burning tears,
My polar heart drifts, castaway on floes of frozen glacial fears,
Astray on love's northern icy sea, helpless watching explorer love tack away,
Blown by a loveless hurricane, tidal love drifts far lamenting every loveless day.

Abandon fleeting love, such a ship of exquisite joy it was,
Possessed by my harried soul, I sail onward with hands upraised,
Praying happiness accompanies thou, hoping joy sings as joy sometimes does,
Honest love shall not part from an open heart, love's precious kisses forged and praised.

Goodbye is not a word I care to speak, it's love I seek, love's immortal power,
As sun sets o'er breaking ocean waves, I wish for love, such precious love I adore,
Atop a beacon tower I glimpsed love, dim love far out at sea in that twilight hour,
Hark! from this broken shore, despair heard precious love wailing, forever wanting more.

Precariously perched on the edge of darkness, staring into distant time,
My ethereal heart fluttered, each shallow breath stolen silently away,
On that varied horizon, love's icy berg rose then tumbled, trimmed with frozen rime,
I heard my lonesome self cry out, "Oh love, I raise my white flag, I surrender, so stay!"

If I might fly, if treasured love so measured might ne'er falter or tragic die,
I'd spread my feathered wings, albatross across a languid sea in search of thee,
I'd search for love, if love might show its intrepid face, still never lie,
I'd kiss love, caress love's furrowed brow, surrender love your bleeding heart to me.

If I ever find love again, hold hands with love, kiss love's Aphrodite face,
If ever I walk hand in hand with love again, if ever love cries again while in my arms,
If love e'er says again, "I love you", if love e'er beckons the sun from its wondrous space,
Surely a coy moon will fall from its stellar place, seduced by love's mysterious charms.

Proud love sails exploring seven seas, plying ocean depths in search of thee,
Imprisoned love cries out in desperate despair, yet pirate love never cares,
If errant time e'er divulge love's disparate tale, if algerine love e'er captures we,
Perfect love will recite a perfect ode, as wand'ring love rejoices, so true love ever dares.

Brave Artemis poses love atop a rocky crag caroling softly, weathering love's wanton gale,
Blessed spills across rose red lips, gladness rides ahead entranced by Apollo's perfumed breath!
Life grant me sweet love! Desire Artemis! Love's pilgrims sing songlines, pray love will ne'er fail,
Faith Artemis! 'til love drowns unforgiven in life's raging sea, 'til love is silenced by acquiescent death.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016







Forget words.
Articulate from your heart.
Cut out your tongue.
Let your eyes speak for you.
Ignore letters and reading.
Spin round and round til you leave all speech behind.
Climb out of your talking head.
Descend into babbling dreams.
Let thought paint subjects on your walls.
Allow the stars to be your conversation.
Permit the colour of the wind to tell your intimate story.
Charter love to stammer and murmur, sputter and whisper,
to exclaim all your silent and discordant feelings.
Forget words.

Friday, July 29, 2016


Tranquility softly stood at the foot of the sacred Mount,
Humbled Destiny, caressed by a whispering morning breeze,
Salvation is born, divinity flowing from a sacred Fount,
Worshiping clouds parading o'er that grove of sacred trees.
Standing, blinded by the sacred Sun, seeking glorious Enlightening,
Exalted by chance, Perfection strikes the world twice,
Once with thunder, announced by sightless lightning,
Twice then, so duly enshrined, as Trinity exalts life thrice,
Peace came to tell untold truth, imparting moral wisdom,
Birds flew by in sacred flocks, singing sweet songs and phrases.
War shadowed peace, proclaiming death with its horrid custom,
Demons drew nigh from darkness, drawing curtains and black phases,
Without vision, innocent pawns perish, folk peering into discordant darkness,
Countries forcing conflict, mobilize armed divisions garnished with brutish starkness.
"Save our nation!" gentle people cried from the barren plain,
"Give me gold!" shouted kings from their elevated castle towers,
War marred the plain with evil, conjuring death, vomiting black rain.
Czars and emperors barter blameless lives for rich, corrupt powers.
Guzzling from golden goblets kings grind sinless bones into bitter flour.
Generals command armoured troops, march brainwashed lads into battle,
Colonels order privates to their death, while children crouch and cower,
Majors signal forward across a burning plain, while troops rumble and rattle,
Captains trumpet "CHARGE!" into the fray, chopping heads in that bloody clash,
Armies blitz train lines, severing lifelines, exploding bombs, discharging ruthless guns,
Supporting heartless war, gleaning wealth for kings, amassing gold in their mad dash.
Impartial blood quenches thirsty earth, mothers wail while butchers steal sons.
Peace rues the day, brotherhood and concord masquerading all the violent while.
Everything pales by comparison, blaming parts that conflict as bloated corpses rot,
Saints and prophets come and go, reciting saintly verse declared in prophetic style,
Quo vadis? Is placidity coming or going? Is pacific discontent Peaceful's only lot?
Does Morbid hate-shake the hand of Surrender's gloom when Freedom's lost?
What tranquil Salvation doth goodness mark the day with, when Goodwill lies dead?
Humbled by sanctified Creation, Revelation explores blessed springs at every cost.
Implored by impious Greed, malevolent villains spout lies drenched in vile dread.
Still the sacred Mount, that blessed Fount, streaming Harmony and all that Blessed has said,
Serenity is there, oft quiet as the grave, but honest moral sanctity and sanity there dwell,
Lo! Sacred Sun, and Trinity! Struck once then twice, then on the coming morrow thrice!
Once the blind can see again, when truth sings sweet songs, life shall heal, all be well,
When love ascends the sacred Mount, perhaps then all humankind will have paid the price,
Perhaps then with love, compassion at home in every heart, perhaps Peace will come!
Ascension! Ascribed to Mother Earth, gardens of Eden, where venerated trumpets sound!
Heaven descends to this Earthly plane, so children inherit pacific shelter in that Holy sum,
A place where evil becomes live, allows 'let live', a blessed place where Perfection's found.
Thus in this horrid place we've made, where terror and war have come to mar each day,
Where wealth and gold is worshiped, and so much nature lost, forever gone,
Faith and Hope burned at the stake along with happy dreams, as Angels pray,
Immoral inquisitors destroying, crucify all that's Holy, each and every crucial day.
 Still! That freshened breeze Wisdom imparts, with every blessed dawn!

Sunday, July 17, 2016



Reeling Into Eternity
A Single Moment
Spinning Into Oblivion
One Single Day
Losing Myself
Drifting Ten Thousand Miles
Spiraling Out Of Control
Passing By A Hundred Years 
Downward And Downward
Harbouring A Hundred Thousand Fears
Eventually Touching Cosmogony
Weeping Ten Million Tears
Seeking Spiritual Light
Grazing Heaven's Perimeter
Crossing An Ocean Named Styx
Entering Grim Hades
Finding Blinding Darkness
So Suddenly Still
Standing Starved And Stoic
So Secretly Sublime
Surrounded By A Terrible Chill
Trocar Roughly Inserted
Sucking Guts And Essence
Bowed And Inverted
Excerebration
Evisceration
Mortified
Bug Eyed
Mummified
Tattooed With Glyphs
Vibrating In Deep Tonal Riffs
Once Sampled By Aliens
Twice Trampled By Sapiens
So Blatantly Salient
Thrice Crumpled By Valiant
Continually Rumpled
Still Born
Dying Forever
Yet Confusingly Never
Igniting My Burning Soul
Transformed As Distant Drums Roll
Lighting My Being On Fire
Ablaze In Cosmic Attire
Scarred Beyond Recognition
Cremated By Death's Application
Forever Turning Stones
Pitching Forward Into Alone
Leaving Flesh Behind
Nothing But Bare Bones
Scoured Clean By Pandemonium's Barren Seas
Somehow That's How It Must Be
Sampling Adder's Venom
Struck Inert In That Viper's Frenum
Such A Creamy Taste
Suddenly Comatose And Chaste
Cannibalized By Hungry Dreams
Driven Insane By Bitter Screams
Streaming  And Streaming
Grieving This Grieving
Mistral's Desert Storm
Galactic Tragic Norm
So Wildly Thick
So Wantonly Sick
Till Blind Eyes Don't See
What Bleariness Wrought
Till Morbid Won't Be
What Harnessing Taught
Whipping Metamorphosis Further Into Nether
Falling Still Falling
Crying And Calling
Yet Nothing Caught
Pushed By Ceaseless Fright
So Suddenly Light
Rament So Very Bright
Modernesto Creations
Breathing Vibrant Colours So Picasso
Drinking Fusion So Sigmund Freud
Freudulent And Picasso-esque
Into A Nebulous Place
Moving Forward At A Dazzling Pace
Forced Through A Biting Hedge
Towards A Bitter Edge
Dripping Wet From Terror
Shuddering With Every Error
Positioned Under Pouring Acid
Far Behind Me My Rotting Flesh So Placid
I'm Drowning In A Hellish Rain
A Miracle Of Relished Pain
This Ruddy Nervine Flood
Spouting Boiling Blood
Overwrought By Blazing Stars
Past Spiraling Jupiter And Crazy Mars
Outward And So Outlandish
What Terrors Will Death Yet Brandish?
Any Foregone Conclusions?
Coerced Recognition In This Lonely Seclusion
Sighing Primeval Symbols
Banging Venerable Timbrels
Conjuring Cuneiform Tunes
Envisioning Ancient Saga Runes
Pounded Into Wond'rous Beats
Forging Figments Into Succubus Teats
Counting Condemnation's Tempo
Stalked By Devilish Incubus Though
Tripping On Destiny's Finial Crest
Snap Snap Snapping!
Divest Divest!
Flogging My Dying Pale Horse
With Time Is There Still Worse?
Like A Song Unsung
Like A Broken String Come Undone
Like A Heart Unembraced
Like A Kiss Misplaced
Like A Ferocious Tiger Prowling
Like A wounded Wolf Howling
Burn Burn Burning!
Naked So Seemingly Lost
What Is Death's Final Cost?
Chained To This Dungeon Wall
My Coffin Draped With A Ragged Pall
Hanging There In Anguish
What Else Must This Passing Brandish?
I Hear Myself Wail And Call
Tortured By This Breaking Wheel
Is This Death's Final Deal?
Death's Ransom Such An Ugly Cost
But I Fear I'm Lost So Very Lost
Chanting Vacant Promises
Incinerated By Doubting Thomas'
Hidden In A Field Of Imaginary Clover
Drowned In A Frothing Sea
A Furtive Blood Red Cover
Thus Life Seems Finally Over
Betrayed And Forgotten By Long Lost Lovers
Raked Over And Over
Dragged Through Fiery Coals And Grooves
Criticized For All My Deficient Moves
Oh Peach Of Anguish
Oh Fruit Of Passion
Vital Fashion Moving
Critical Frenzy Behooving
Till Uniformity Entreated
Till Entropy Pleaded
Stop Stop Stopping!
Flinging Righteousness Into Nothing
Casting Witness Into Something
Dark So Dark Then Absolute Darkness
A Million Burning Tears
Over A Thousand Light Years
A Billion Ruined Lives
Cut To Ribbons With A Trillion Razor Knives
Yet Everything Darling
Like Holy Smoke Curling
Rejoicing Upwards In Exultant Exhortation
Revolving And Evolving
Quaking Then Shaking
Possessed By Sudden Revelation
Gripped By Abrupt Exposition
Still Sinning And Spiraling
Nailed To A Twisted Tree
Downward And Downward
Tumbling Falling
Into A Burning Sea.

Sunday, July 10, 2016



Don't come to me seeking words,
I have no words that I want to share,
Anguish stabs me with a double edged sword,
Unsheathed I lay upon a bloodied pathway with a vacant stare.

Sweet generous love,
Scrupulous, an arms length away,
Just beyond selfish fucking love,
Ethically out of reach in every bloody way.

Love, like a raging storm thrumming,
Crazy love, a furious cyclone churning,
Hungry love,  a force five hurricane coming,
Livid love with its terrible tornadic yearning.

Out of a deep pit love clawed and scratched its sordid way,
Erupting in a barren heart, marring a perfect shiny surface,
Besmirched by wicked laughter and cajoling caterwauling bray,
Unshaken love has discovered that narrow fissure in this loveless place.

Why must love make me suffer such finial tortures?
Is danger and depression what makes love grow?
Can loneliness repair all this secluded damage love stirs?
All these landmines I sidestep, trying to keep sanity in tow.

Seriously, why wrap love's bloodied hands around a strangled neck?
Why strip away the body just to find that remnant of soul love left struggling?
In battle love has won, lost in some semi-darkness that corrupt demons wreck.
Honestly, there's a blatant storm brewing in my cold cold heart, it's fucking troubling.

Firstly, there is no love to be found in this arctic place,
One wonders how love ever found its way beyond this bastard crust,
Secondly, love remarked in sultry tones, painting delusion across my face,
"Two tones are better than one, even when unrealistic measures build negative trust".

All these plastic trinkets love carelessly tossed at my bruised and bleeding feet,
So much damage muse has dragged from beneath the train wreck of my broken heart,
My vagrant soul lies smold'ring on my funeral pyre, awaiting love's scorching heat,
While acrid smoke chokes and blinds me with love dancing naked after a rancid start.

If love cared, if mountains would crumble into a raging sea,
Perhaps my broken being would surrender, invite a spectral light closer to me,
Alas, love hates me, love has chained then butchered me, that I see,
Stumbling through the litter life once assembled, I don't call out for thee.

There's wreckage on this path, severed bits and pieces of what once was,
Love lanced this ripe boil, channeling all my impure vanity, drained back into a deep dark pit,
Never Never Land is wickedly calling, love is answering with hoots and hollers, an unjust cause,
Rescinding all its promises, reneging on all those failed phrases that refused to commit.

All those words I never thought, I want you, I need you, I love you,
All those glittering diamonds, shimmering silver and glimmering gold,
All that preciousness abhorrent love confided, now tainted blue,
Mistrusting love shouting truth, lying about the curvature of the earth, so I'm told.

In the end, that's all there is, no more, no less, coming 'round to love's beginning,
Turning 'round to find love's ending, dressed like a whore about to tango,
Imagining love resurrecting purity, destiny dreaming, love's world engaging,
Watching love stumble, fall, thrusting love into the abyss, amazed by this insane tangle.

Like a song bird batted out of the air, love lies there bleeding,
Love's heart pierced by an arrow launched by unforgiving death,
Poor bird battered and dying, lying there shattered and weeping,
Love's pieces disheveled, ruined and crushed, stealing away my very breath.

So love has lost, though inner battles still spill blood within my being,
Outwardly I smile, harbouring all my pain in my hidden impenetrable vault,
Love cast its loaded dice, but cheating ways did not suffice, so I'm seeing,
When I close my eyes and dream again there are no boundaries, yet love must halt.












Thursday, June 30, 2016


Thinking about all those important questions, 
dreaming about myriads of enchanted dreams, 
love came by to hold my hand, 
whispering in my ear, 
kissing me on my lips, 
resting on a peaceful shore, 
pondering a placid sea, 
imagining ebbing tides and sun ripened oranges, 
picturing mosaic situations, 
coloring perfumed moments, 
as the grinning moon comes tumbling by, 
scarring the weeping sky, 
with so many epic losses. 
Thus love lands, 
grasping danger by the hand, 
tossing logic into the abyss, 
while complicity strikes a familiar chord, 
manifesting love vibes, 
into love action, 
unleashing distraction, 
beyond the realms of sustainability, 
circumventing reasonability, 
conditionally reconstituting beacons,
shining out to sea, 
guiding those that are awake, 
across the reef, 
safe passage, 
into Eden, 
a noble garden, 
where love is dropped, 
replaced by perfection, 
sacred creation, 
topped with haloed auras, 
mending bleeding hearts, 
midst magnificent garden floras, 
guiding wand'ring souls, 
to heaven's gate, 
through sheltered meadows, 
'cross stormy fens, 
winding and unwinding, 
springing along a divine path to God. 
I have not come to raise the dead. 
I have not come to guide the stars, 
or to measure time. 
I am not here to be enslaved, 
nor to be led or bled, 
chained or enslaved in some treacherous line. 
I have come to be brave, 
born to think intelligently, 
acting upon earth respectfully, 
with each heart beat, 
it's sanctioned breath I crave. 
Whether I crawl or run, 
if I flap or fly, 
perhaps soar, 
who knows what, 
there could well be more. 
What a jumble, 
revealing questions, 
each of us most surely ask, 
whether we tumble or fumble, 
each held to an iconic task. 
Whether to live, 
abiding simple threads, 
surrendering to austere days, 
or enlighten and enliven, 
creating splendid life, 
twisting Jah dreads, 
holding special mindful thoughts, 
blessed beyond ink and tattoos, 
less all the jive and poetry, 
all those lottery winnings bought, 
blatant wanton things, 
all for naught, 
all for naught. 
Gather gently, 
vital brilliance, 
precious stars that wondrous life brought. 
Embrace loving, 
ignore coveting, 
enlighten your sacred heart. 
Praise Creator and Creation. 
With hallowed soul I know, 
keeping precious faith, 
harboring Eden's promise, 
espousing glorious sound, 
brilliantly encompassed, 
all around,
compelled by trumpets and ecstatic joy, 
sustained by vibrant foundation, 
still I question my station, 
walking hand in hand, 
with my loveless accomplice, 
miraculous reincarnation.

Thursday, March 24, 2016


I walked into a cloud,
Searching for clarity,
Everybody was so loud,
Hording all their charity.
Digging life with a spade,
Finding worms wriggling,
Evading the Queen of Hearts,
All the trolls were giggling.
What happens when we wake?
Do we find truth, or love?
Or has this life been one big mistake?
Perhaps clarity gives us a shove,
Over charity's edge, that abrupt precipice,
Pitching into that place, where love lies,
Stumbling into that graveyard shrouded by artifice,
Into that chasm, where wounded love dies,
Going down and down, into down and down,
Eyes shut tight, mind enveloped in closure,
Ego incinerated by lightning's burning crown,
Cremated in love's flaming enclosure,
Love has lost, tattooed my broken life,
Razor scars trace redemptive haste,
Fearful I plummet, blinded by cruel strife,
Falling loveless into night, nothing good or chaste.
Waiting for you, teetering at the edge, you didn't come,
Regret arrived, telling me you had already gone,
Remorse approached, courting an intrepid sum,
Calling my name, angels disappeared in the dying dawn,
Vipers came slithering, whispered rules of a tainted game,
Disgrace drove me further, towards despair,
Oh those wicked rules, tarnishing love's name,
Letting us crash and burn, but love doesn't care,
Forever is done, down and down. Never gave a shove.
Yet birds flew to rescue, no song o'er me, their voices mute,
Founts and springs failed to flow, dried up by ardent love,
Arrested rapture, caged and chained and flogged, yet astute,
Abraded day is done and gone. Hopeless love is gone and done.
So I turn, turn to face the west, where the sorry sun sets,
Straying into another mindless void, I scatter senseless sighs,
Wand'ring into another cemetery, I bury love with my regrets,
Laying down and down, next to that dark place where sorrow lies.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016


I'm going to say this only once,
Stars in the universe don't shine for us,
I'm going to speak this only once,
Moon doesn't revolve around earth for us,
I'm going to write this only once,
Sun doesn't radiate energy, fusion for us,
I'm going to articulate this only once,
Birds don't nest or sing for us,
I'm going to communicate this only once,
Oceans don't ebb or flow for us,
I'm going to utter this only once,
Fish in the sea don't spawn or swim for us,
I'm going to babble this only once,
Microbes don't mutate for us,
I'm going to exclaim this only once,
Life didn't emerge out of primordial muck for us,
I'm going to rant this only once,
Evolution doesn't recreate for us,
I'm going to preach this only once,
Earth doesn't exist for us,

I'm going to shout this only once,
Jupiter doesn't weep for us,
I'm going to whisper this only once,
God doesn't pray for us.

Saturday, March 19, 2016


Forget words,
Articulate from your heart,
Cut out your tongue,
Let your eyes speak for you,
Ignore letters and reading,
Spin round and round til you leave all speech behind,
Climb out of your talking head, 

Descend into babbling dreams,
Let thought scribe subjects on your walls,

Let cerebration paint images on your forehead,
Allow the stars to be your conversation,
Permit the colour of the wind to tell your intimate story,
Charter love to stammer and murmur, sputter and whisper,
exclaim all your silent and discordant feelings.
Forget words.

Thursday, March 17, 2016


When Cheryl-Ann Was Six

I remember that sad mountain place,
Up and up, we trudged, away away,
I still remember your smiling face,
It was hot, so hot on that tragic summer day.

Unfortunate August, so very very long ago,
Camped in those tall mountains, awe struck,
Up and up, that steep trail, water rushed so,
Those days, when life seemed full of luck.

Others hiking down, canyon walls echoed sounds,
Mountain air filled our heads with capricious wonder,
August splendour, wafted delicate o'er mossy mounds,
Up and up, we trekked that thin line, pulling us asunder.

I recollect, reminded by that rugged mountain gorge,
Clear as day, vivid as starry night, I see our craggy footing,
On the 14th entertained, sculpted by a Ranger's evening forge,
Up and up, ascending Heaven's way, to stay to stay rooting.

Hot August night, we slept snug, secure in our forest camp,
On the 15th we woke happy, ready for another August day,
Black bear wandered silent by, padding o'er morns grassy damp,
Up and up, acclivity, rising towards that ancient gloomy way.

Ascension, to that precipice, water rushed, where Heaven found us,
Declivity, where our lives plummeted, took such a turn, down and down,
All we hoped for, suddenly lost, o'er that awesome edge with such a fuss,
Down and down, doom washed you o'er that falls t'wards Heaven's Crown.

Down and down, with a deafening roar, down and down,
Glacial water gripped your tiny body, slipped you away from us forever,
We didn't get to kiss or wave goodbye, down and down, you fell down,
That glacial 15th day in August, summer day filled with doom, bane of ever.

Down we fell together, reaching down, to solid bottom, death knew it,
What had we done to slip like that? Why did ruin tear us down and down?
Cold grabbed our throats, stopped our hearts, halted life as we knew it,
Why did summer down and down that day? Must children drown and drown?

I remember your face, as you fell, ripped from our lives by grief,
Washed o'er that sudden ledge, gashed by that cataract, forever lost,
Terror etched your face, horror blanched our minds, there's been no relief,
So much pain, so much loss, so much down and down, such a terrible cost.

Torrents washed you over slick stone, wounded rock, down and down,
Down and down, o'er that waterfall edge, 80 feet down and down,
Down to nether, enveloped by apathetic spray, down to spatial earth,
Underneath that liquid realm, broken o'er hard rock, void of mirth.

Somewhere at deep bottom, submerged in that gelid mountain pool,
You dove, sinking to depths far beyond us, drowned by your ascension,
Mother could not save you, Angels did not rescue or change that fatal rule,
Somewhere, down and down you plunged, into death's dimension.

Down and down we crept, waiting for providence to take us by the hand,
Rushing up and up, Rangers hurried with their rope and grappling hooks,
Tears spilled down and down while searchers grappled off that pool's sand,
God approached, finding us, down on our knees, pasted in our terrified looks.

Down and down we slept, wishing tomorrow was yesterday, that 15th August day,
Somehow wisdom left us crying, washed naked by that downward drain,
Down and down we washed, splashed by all that fateful doom, a lingering way,
Some reason, your death summoned lasting grief, beyond our heartfelt pain.

August 16th dawned bright and clear, morning birds sang, but we didn't hear,
We'd slept and dreamed in our mountain camp, that one final August night,
Dawn woke weeping, wond'ring what fate delivered, a dream, or horrid raging bear?
August finally turned to September's numbing brown, stealing away our family light.

Down and down, into the deepest chasm, down and down we fell,
Down and down, o'er so many Augusts, down and down, rescinding glory,
Down and down, losing you, we all drowned, mourning as you fell,
Down and down, down and down, drowned by death's lethal story.

Tears never fixed us, grief never left us, your death always washed over us,
Seldom don't we think of you, remember Chery-Ann, so many Augusts done,
In time perhaps we'll meet once more, through Heaven's door, love caressing us,
Perhaps we'll meet again, when life rounds a final bend and August tears are gone.

Monday, March 14, 2016


I'm not the man I used to be,
Certainly not the man I used to see,
Staring at my impression I always ponder,
Surveying my reflection I perpetually wonder,
When I sense my echo in that shining mirror,
Why is it I can't ever see myself any clearer?
Time is such a strange and funny thing,
All these past days and months and many years,
Focused on a moment, musing on what dawn might bring,
Wond'ring if restless dreams will transfer hopes or fears.
Once upon a time, my beloved friend,
When days were long and life was bliss,
When we were young tender love would mend,
Our gentle lives were simply filled with this.
Happy days blessed by sunshine, we oft did spend,
Wrapped and cradled in  each others loving arms,
Entwined by faith and life's persuasive charms,
When our loving homes were filled with lullabies,
Life's wonders blossomed like sweet perfumed blooms,
When our blissful garden was cheery song and butterflies,
Dreaming sweet dreams, like lovers in love filled rooms,
We gently lay our nodding heads down to sleep,
Ardent prayers promised heaven, our souls to keep,
Oh those long past heady days!
Sweet memories of distant long ago!
If I could go there, at least part ways,
My heart would burst with joy, I know it's so,
Bewitched we change, we have no recourse,
Spells like fleeting time, they come and go it's true,
If only every distant mem'ry were happy, with no remorse,
If tender love filled our lives, sad mem'ries would be but few,
However life is hard, life's challenges are many,
Let's hope they're worth at least a copper penny,
Old man time tends to fly, precious time it doesn't wait,
Oh our wondrous mem'ries, those heart felt dreams,
Someday friends we'll wake, find ourselves at Heaven's Gate,
 Our time on earth is short, once we're old so it seems,
Such is life, for all it's worth, and such is time,
Each moment shared, magic moments lost,
Every entrancement told, whether yours or mine,
Passing spells we'll measure, precious time the cost,
If I could spell back, fly in time, to sunny happy days,
Where waking dreams were spent in marvelous ways,
If I could change one thing, as I search for a timeless cure,
I'd halt time, anchored in its hapless tracks with silver stays,
I'd  stop time, fill our lives with golden love, of that I'm sure.
Yet in that reflective plane, mirror mirror on the wall,
There's some silent stranger gazing back at me,
Not speaking words, never saying anything at all,
Peering at that image, admiring time's mirage,
I wonder, guessing who that old man could be.

Thursday, March 10, 2016


For Charles Bukowski In All His Madness 
  
Oh Charles! 
How alien we are in this alien world! 
Flopping around in this sizzling frying pan, 
wishing our heads were resting on the guillotine block, 
waiting for the axe to fall, 
relieving us all of this tar paper shack syndrome that plagues us, 
haunts us, 
stalks us, 
from this waking world, 
deep into our midnight dreams. 
Oh if poetry could fly us to the moon! 
Rocket us to Mars! 
Where like Martians we would walk about in thin skins, 
covered by some shiny exterior, 
breathing filtered Martian air, 
dreaming filtered Martian dreams, 
writing filtered poetry about filtered home, 
angered by how much filtered home betrayed us. 
So it is, this timeless time, 
remarking as we stumble through life, 
typing lines that don't make sense, 
composing prose that doesn't get us anywhere in this filtered chaos, 
as we chew on stale bread, drink rancid beer, 
like some homeless person, 
lost in a dark alley, 
hoping some light will lead us into tomorrow, 
finally laying our heads down on some soiled brick of baked clay, 
next to some stinking dumpster, 
thinking in our confused thoughts, 
"Surely there must be some other fool more foolish than myself", 
waking in the dark of night, 
finding some demon mugger standing over us, 
knife blade glinting in a ray of mirrored street. 
Once we're robbed and bleeding, 
left for dead, 
nickels and dimes stolen from our pockets, 
perhaps we rise again, 
pull the filthy collar of our worn out coat up around our ears, 
trying to keep out life, 
trying to imagine something beyond the hellish beast that growls at us, 
each and every day, 
nipping at our heels,
gnawing at our lives.
Oh words! Why hast thou forsaken me! 
What sin have I committed? 
What prayer have I not recited? 
Why does existence shun me as I plead for mercy? 
Such is life, 
as I breathe and sleep and murmur words that fall unheard into the gutter. 
If the sun didn't get up tomorrow perhaps I would find atonement, 
understand how failing, 
how failure makes the world go round. 
If the stars blinked out, 
one by one, 
maybe I'd wake in that darkness, 
thinking to myself, 
"This must be heaven, my mother's womb, 
this must be the place where I am reborn",
but then who isn't reborn each time they wake? 
But in the dark? 
Who doesn't begin life anew each time they fall down, 
pick themselves up, 
wipe themselves off,
amble into the ample light of each newly filtered day? 
But Charles! 
In my madness, 
I strip, 
walk naked down a desolate street,
seeking new clothing, 
a new skin, 
new words, 
new poetry,  
that doesn't fail me, 
new prose, 
that grabs me by the scruff of the neck,
lifts me up, 
dresses me,
covering my shame,
in a vibrant new light.

Friday, March 4, 2016



My simple little life, has been lived a billion times before,
This air I breathe, breathed at least a zillion times or more,
Ten billion others born to die, living embellished lives,
As a hundred billion humming bees explore,
Buzzing life and incantations in their mantra hives.
A billion earthquakes have shaken a trillion lives or more,
A million tsunamis charge with the Reaper, deliver death to every shore.
Three teenage girls with their legs and eyes and lips, sat at a table next to me,
Sat there a million times before, adorned in those same skins,
Those same three girls dressed in different lives perched there,
A billion times before and more, wearing those same grins.
Following the fall of forever, where a million bombs dropped,
A billion crimes shall over time, manifest those very sins,
Chronology ticks front to back, round and round, yet has never stopped,
I wonder as new snow falls, how many flakes have fallen?
Does a pine tree bear its cones and seeds, count each grain of pollen?
All music that I hear today as well, drifts forgotten out in space,
How many times those same resonant notes, vibrated this same place?
As spring arrives again I wonder how many leaves trees have made?
How many branches have grown, dying to fall in each reverential glade?
Watching as snow white wakes, in this cycle of place and time,
How many times has humankind witnessed this same story?
In this same space, with this same rhythm with this same rhyme?
Is there really anything ever new, adorned in creative glory?
Or has creation seen it all,  done it all, all been before?
Has existence come to pass, rejoiced again with a different story?
Is there ever really ever more?
As I lay me down to sleep,
Perhaps to dream a fancy dream,
Drift into another place, imaginary familiar space,
Perchance the Lord my soul to keep,
As I dream and scream a primal theme.
If life needs mending,  be never ending,
Throughout this universal realm,
If God keeps calling from the source,
Sending sailing ships from that spiritual helm,
If life goes on and on and on, stays its very course,
Never ending, expanding with enlightened leaven,
If circles keep on spiraling,
Around some distant heaven,
Is existence forever spinning?
Is God in heaven, forever grinning?
I'm lost in all this cryptic cost,
Forever lost, without faith so very lost,
Without an ounce of love to hold me.
Sitting cross-legged on a  weathered shore,
Regarding life through thick fog, across a titanic ocean,
Heeding that deep spiraling gyre separating God and thee.
There are those that say "In time we shall find a way."
Plus there are those who pray, "In time God will come and stay."
In this fleeting life of motion,
That's been lived a million times before,
I sense the beating of a transient heart,
All hearts have beat in time and rhyme and more,
A zillion times, like fine grains scattered on a sandy shore.
Still yesterday I lived, while a million suns exploded,
I died a million times, passed away a billion times,
Still yesterday when I was born, a million galaxies imploded,
While nativity was born, reborn a trillion times,
Like those three teenage girls, seated next to me,
With their nose rings and locks of rainbow hair,
Grinning, laughing, whispering things, engrossed by glee,
Ignore the bigger play, as if existential life wasn't there.
Now clouds roll in, fogging up my day and view with strife,
Like a kaleidoscope full of wondrous passion,
Death comes knocking, disrupting my hovel life,
Death wants to grab me in its modern fashion,
Dance me across the burning desert sand,
Death wants to lead me to another land,
Grip and guide thee to a distant shore,
A place that should be familiar, oh but so much more,
I've been there a thousand, ten thousand times before.
I sense existence grabbing a bloodied knife from the virile start,
As I live and breathe, that blade is plunged into life's pounding heart,
My soul cries out as suns explode, while sultry angst tears love apart.
In this war torn age, with war torn poems written on a bloodied page,
Neutron bombs drop in unison, destroying humanities simple lives,
Thus birds aren't hatching,  bees are perishing in their hives,
Humming beat accompanied by vacillating note, entertain on this varied stage,
Drumming extinction with instinctive rage, as compassion drowns in a wrathful sea,
Rapt life grips that bloody knife, sacrifices all the world as well as you and me,
Travels light years with slaughter in its  psyche to the very source,
Where three teenage girls sit and laugh and grin, all void of sin,
Watching God reinvent yet another float to raft his galactic course,
More being, creation spread o'er God's vast ocean without remorse,
Let imagination reign with recipe, as a billion innocent suns implode,
Life begins anew again hatching death, embellished by inventive mode.
Three girls with their rainbow hair and legs and lips and teenage hips,
Hop music tattooed on their minds, a billion times o'er a million mind trips,
Septum nose rings dangling jeweled from that nasal perforation,

Repetitious stimuli aroused and encircling reincarnations spatial summation,
A juncture point recurring in cycles,  revolving and solving life in smatters,
Retracing creation from its incarnate source, resolving life whenever it matters.

Thursday, March 3, 2016


I hope that you are well, living in your far away land,
I hope that life for you is good, so absolutely grand.
I hope that in your heart birds are sweetly singing,
I hope summer has left its perfumed mark in your fragrant dell.
I hope autumn kisses you with colour, that changing seasons bringing,
I've tossed some shiny coins, for love's sake, into a wishing well.
I hope your heart is full of love and joy, awash with glorious singing,
I hope that happiness, with all its radiant light, has come to stay,
I hope jubilation visits you, revisits too, each and everyday.
My love for you shall never wane, all love's moments so surely gained,
Though love we shared was sometimes difficult and pained.
I sit on this far shore, looking out to sea, across a deep vast ocean,
Apart from you, where you live your life, in that far off place,
I lovingly recall how bliss sang love songs, with such a rhythmic motion,
While we marveled at the colour of the wind, in your garden space,
That impassioned place where muse came to visit, desire held our hands,
Impelling us to a sacred place, where we kissed and laughed and danced,
Where love always joined us, caressed us daily,  with such amazing grace,
Those wondrous days we spent together, entranced by love's romance,
Enjoying every breath of life together, love found us in that blessed space.
But now long years have passed us by, I sit helpless on this lonely shore and sigh,
Wond'ring if joy can ever fill my soul, will love ever mend my broken heart?
As I live and breathe, love's tears leave a wretched mark, dashing down my face again,
While I listen closely for some joyful bird to sing, wishing we weren't so far apart,
Wishing love could grant us kisses, let us embrace, you in my arms again,
I imagine your garden, your blissful face today, a dream I long for with all my heart.

Friday, February 26, 2016


Full moon beaming through summer's stately trees,
Sweet Lammas ayre winding down summer's gentle breeze,
Forsooth my love, your beating heart be still!
Like moon beams dancing, 'cross a weathered window sill.

Alas my love! August has come round and dreamt again!
Oh tender moments!  Sweet thyme blooms purple o'er the rugged fen!
Moon gleam glitter! Deep and delicate like an angel's kiss!
Tenderly cradling love in my arms! Oh true love! Such joyful bliss!

Summer ripens, floating down a northern stream,
Spirits reeling naked in this erotic August dream.
My heart! Mem'ries hand in hand with muse, rejoice!
Zephyrs whisper soft, like some sensual fairy voice!

I surrender unto thee, oh love! Dance with me, I pray you!
Let me hold your hand, adore this youthful truth, so swoon!
But like a dazzling cordon lost, this August shining moon,
Thy heartfelt pulse shall wane, be a distant mem'ry soon.

Each Act, numbered I through IV, let fabled poetry be true!
Like Shakespeare's sonnets, Autumn's moon turns new!
Reciting emerald verse, blue then red, to sparkling white again,
True love's song, sung soft and sweet across the weathered fen.

Forgiveness grieves for torrid love's life of feral sin,
Can atonement ease, erase this bitter spell we're in?
What hope is born, regained in this subversive clime?
Shall divine visit, forgiving selfish love, be it so sublime?

Thus winter comes to stay, to frost each February day,
Moon shine beams full, illumines winter's drear and gray,
Across that icy plain love lingers, trills impassioned song,
Amoré rings an errant frosty bell, 'ere winters lost and gone.
 
Gelid January weeps, casting frigid February into its winter fling,
Janus steals Aphrodite's hand, dreaming of the coming spring,
Jupiter caresses a lustful moon with fancy rings of cherished rapture,
Kissing days, til the Ides of March, that spring's equinox then shall capture.

Alas! What myth or legend does not hold, retold in golden air?
Storied rhyme, poem and song, entrancing those that dare,
Such wanton love, that moody space, oft breaking a fragile heart,
Season to season, tracing love's opulent race, tearing fragile love apart.

Sunday, February 21, 2016



On my 39th day in the desert,
An Angel came to me,
She took my hand,
Leading me across a rocky plain,
To find a Sacred Spring,
Where pure water bubbles up,
Pouring clean and fresh from somewhere,
Deep in Mother Earth,
I knelt in prayer,
Grateful,
I drank deeply,
Refreshed,
I stood,
Looking at the stars in the sky,
I thought it strange,
As it was day,
But there were the stars,
Shining like a cosmic maze,
For me to follow.
Smiling,
That kind Angel kissed me,
Wrapping her wings 'round my essence,
Telling me it was time to go home.
Love and compassion filled me in that moment of bliss,
It was a relief as just the day before,
Lost in that desert place,
Wandering under the blistering rays of the sun,
I heard a primal scream,
In unison, the voice of all humankind,
Screaming together,
Almost a wail and moan,
Mixed it seemed,
Shouting up to heaven,
Wondering why God had forsaken us,
Forsaken the earth,
But then, my Angel,
Enveloped by her perfect aura of shimmering light,
Reminded me,
It was not God that had forsaken us,
God has not forsaken the earth,
It is humanity,
All of us,
That have forsaken God.
Gifted with that knowledge,
Angel and I turned to the east,
Wand'ring on that hot sand,
Beginning our last day walking in that desert land,
Where finally on our journey I spied a searchlight,
Beaming Hope from somewhere,
I thought it was from the edge of the earth,
Perhaps held by the hand of Gaia herself,
So we journeyed closer,
Angel remaining close by my side,
Realizing in time that searchlight was not of this earth,
But shining from heaven itself,
Urging me onward,
Beckoning me forward,
Filling me with strength and hope,
Enough faith to continue on.
Finally I came to pearl gates,
Where my Angel kissed me again,
Telling me I must go back,
To that desert,
To wander even more,
Furthering my search,
Seeking more springs,
Searching to find a Sacred Fount,
So that I might fill my cup,
Heal my wounded heart with compassion,
Replenish my soul,
With God's eternal love,
So that I may yet live,
Still breathe,
Wander and dream,
Imagining all things good and pure,
All things Sacred and Blessed,
So on that final day,
When God calls me,
I may approach Heaven's Gates,
Passing through,
Entering with my soul cleansed of all my earthly sins,
So that I can kneel at the Throne of the King,
Kiss his Holy feet,
Where he will take me in his loving arms,
Hold me like the innocent child that I am,
Tell me stories about purity, power, glory,
Thus he shall grant me wings to fly,
So I may join heaven's choir,
Singing praises to God Almighty,
Knowing I have finally found home,
Once again,
Where my soul will be nurtured,
Resting in that pure place,
Where all things begin and end,
Alpha and Omega,
Where all prayers are answered,
Where Sacred Light becomes us,
Where Holiness surrounds us,
Where Creation's Spring is evident,
In that very Source,
We finally understand vibration,
Which becomes life itself,
Becomes Wisdom and Knowledge,
So existence and being is never lost,
So that we shall forever know,
God Loves Us.


When I was born I discovered life.
When I slept I dreamed dreams.
When I woke I dreamed reality.
When I died I found heaven.
When I awoke in heaven I transcended reality.
When I transcended reality I was born again.
When I was born again death became me.
When I became death all the stars in all the universes became God.
When all the universes became God, Light transcended the All.
When the All transcended creation all the heavens and all the stars collided.
When eternity collided black holes swallowed each atom,
every single nano particle.
When particles transcended every black hole creation was born again.
When creation was conceived and born again all dreams began.
When dreams began light transcended the dark nothingness.
When nothingness transcended transcendence God created Godhead.
When Godhead breathed life birth was dreamed,
and Light became creation.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016


There is death in this household,
Shall we flee, or shall we stay?
There is extinction in this country,
Shall we moan, or shall we sway?

There is hardship in this land,
Wish me flight, or wish me dead?
There is adversity in this nation,
Wish me plight, or wish me stead?

When did comfort leave our souls?
Hast thou murdered in place of wondrous good?
When did boasting proudly take the stand?
Hast thou angered life, has goodness stood?

When did wickedness take the helm?
Should evil reign, spilling thy brother's blood?
When did honour bow to nought, in neglectful reduction?
Should glory be praised, raised as art in this sinful flood?

Here we vie and vile on good planet earth,
Spinning round God's spiraling middle finger,
Flying time, traversing space for all thy shadow's worth,
Wond'ring by decree, will majestic God let humankind linger?

So many casual twists, a myriad of miserly turns,
How fragile this co-dependent, verdant precious life,
With its soaring ups, those plummeting downs,
So much burden, so little joy, so much bloody strife.

While tyrants rule, all life suffers,
As slaves are chained, then freedoms lost,
When War Lords cast their demon spell,
Dignity's washed red, with such a bloody hateful cost.

Enchanted by the morning light of every waking dawn,
Deer visit Eden's peaceful yard, welcome each new day,
Gentle loveliness, quiet mews spoken to the docile fawn,
Stately trees sway to then fro, entangled within this supreme play.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016


CAKE and ICE CREAM

I dreamed a dream,
A party theme,
But no cake and ice cream,
No sweet dessert,
No fancy drinks,
No sexy flirt,
As thunder clapped,
Rain poured down,
Twixt a crowd of smiles,
Not a single frown.

I dreamed a dream,
No cake, nor ice cream,
No honeyed dessert,
Still, a crowd of smiles,
Not one frown,
As thunder clapped,
Wicked rain poured down,
O'er those party games,
O'er that just dessert,
O'er those happy claims,
O'er all that silent hurt.

I dreamed a dream,
No sweet dessert,
Crowds that smile,
Not a single flirt,
All that deceitful guile,
All those party games,
All that thunder clapping,
Midst those gala claims.

So much want,
So much need,
Infinite sorrows,
In this time of gaunt,
Indefinite tomorrows,
In this spell of strife,
In this age, effects so uncertain,
Seek meaning for one's life,
Veiled by midnight's curtain,
Secret words murmured oft,
Spoken in my ear,
Riddles whispered soft,
One holds them dear.

Love's sweet garden,
Nurtured in my heart,
Tow'ring waves dashing,
Those Eden dreams apart,
Spectres rise from timeless graves,
Dream morning dew, a perfect drop,
Wounded time, thus surely braves,
A withered blossom, with a withered top,
Gentle gestures, caress the night away,
While perfumed dreams, flutter spent,
O'er that party crowd, that seldom stray,
Purloining heartfelt love, dreams they rent,
With cake and ice cream, upon their lips,
As thunder clapped, 'tween their sordid quips.

Sunday, January 31, 2016


HOPE

Oh little mouse! Stand upon your wee legs,
Come to see me, donning thy furry vestment,
Adorned by two tiny ears, so small yet ne'er begs,
God's creature, bound close to earth's vital testament.

I held hope, once upon a time,
Now all hope, seems lost,
With the last, hurricane clime,
Recent missiles, mercilessly tossed.

In your pastoral, sacred ways,
Stalking your blessed path,
Sweet mouse, enlightened by holy days,
Purest light, void of any hateful wrath.

I dreamed of hope, in the past,
Alas hope faded, as vile war raged,
From war's ashes, rose a spectral cast,
Affirming hope was silenced, chained and caged.

Oh shrinking violet! Blinded by such timid ways,
Scurry hither! Plight and plunder reach out for you,
Darkness hides, booby-trapping mouse trap plays,
Your secret nest might be found! Peril is out hunting too!

In my heart I treasured hope, praying for deliverance,
In my mind I coveted hope, petitioning faith and trust,
By my soul I illumined hope, giving hate its severance,
With God I wandered, as faithful credence must.

Small creatures! Investment strikes a worthy chord,
Your blessed harvest gleaned from freedom's field,
Glory lights a sacred way, while mankind walks in discord,
Still each mousy heartbeat! Forbearance, thy dynamic shield.

Still hope! Where is thy sacred shield?
If hope is lost, how does holy mark the way?
When hope lies spent, sordid beside every minefield,
What return is there? Can hope live or thrive, or even stay?

But mousy, so wee in stature, so infinitely small,
Inventing daily life, discovering daily mouse survival,
No war, merely squeaks, tussling  with each errant call,
Searching along the littered wayside, seeking life's revival.

Yet hope, under starry skies I held thou dear,
While two-legged kind desecrates earth's holy place,
Refuting surrender to heaven's sacred light, that's clear,
So hope has died, disappearing into dust, without a trace.