Thursday, July 28, 2016

Having what I’d want.

Having what I’d want.



So much cloud,
Heady, full of desire, the lure,
Something untasted, innocent,
Something definitely pure.
In a world of choice,
I command the universe
To let me know,
One simple angelic voice.
And still I wait to hear,
This unconditional attraction
Coming to fulfilment in my heart,
Patiently waiting,
For you, for you to be near.
Is it wrong to ask of life,
Someone awesome
To be my lover, my friend,
And ultimately my wife?

Sometimes I know
How much I’ve asked,
The debt I owe
For everything passed.
And yet who counts
The account I’m favoured,
Wanting more, yet more
A woman of special flavours?
Is not life, to do my bidding,
Provide me with
The rewards not always deserved?
Oh yeah, remember,
Who in the hell am I kidding?
All I’ve wanted has come and gone,
Because it’s wanting
That resonated most,
Within my perfect song.

Of course my life,
Gave me what I’d want.
It simply followed my desire,
Confusing as that was!
I make no mistake,
That my wanting fooled me,
It created the conflict
And caused hope to leave me.
But now I’m back
And know the reasons,
So, ahead full steam,
To accept these changing seasons.
Love is waiting
To show me endless heaven,
Where I’ll breathe you in,
Intoxicated by your spirit
For the life,
We both are being given..!






Transfixed.

      Transfixed.



So what is it about youth?
We’ve all had it,
Pissed it up the wall
So to speak;
Been reckless, foolish and often
Filled with creativity.
So why do we now
Hanker for the youth we had?
Is it because we’ve
Rued the day,
The one where our dreams,
Have been lost,
Or ran far away?
Sparkling eyes, so full of hope,
Tender lips pressed
To the glass half full.
May I praise such temptation,
Cravings of the ancient flesh?
Could we steal a moment,
Where I’d held your gaze,
A secret tongue tied kiss?
Pretty woman, with wild smile,
Could you yet learn from me,
Ahead of the crisis
To live your life tortured,
Transfixed in the world of others,
And run away, where love is free?
Oh bold sensual goddess,
Would you come, walk awhile
On the wild side with me?





Nothing ordinary about this.

Nothing ordinary about this.





If you’d have known
Would it then have mattered?
The fool is blind to love,
Not for it that keeps him safe,
But because the moment,
Here and now is precious.
Creating mystery cannot be overdone,
When two worlds collide,
Slide the feeling,
Emotional firestorms raging,
Pieces of heaven falling
At the feet of the willing.
Fool be I for love
On this day
In this place
For this face,
The face of grace.

Rapture becomes the birthplace,
Elation races into each tiny
Spectral, station under fascination.
And pure love reeks of adrenalin,
The fuel to build new worlds.
Mine the lament of children,
Never understanding the allure,
Pure, demure and insecure.
Caught as if the pants
Were down, surrendered for
A night of magic on the town,
Such weirdness wears a
Thorny crown of emeralds,
Pearls and black velvet gown.
On this step
In this way
I rejoice
To hear loves true voice.




Fully ripened fruit.

Fully ripened fruit.




It is said,
‘Ye shall know the tree,
When it bears its’ fruit.’
Then what fruit do you eat?
Tell me my lovely,
Just how juicy are dry
Are the taste-buds that excite you?
Some people like a variety
Of fruits to cross their pallet,
Others eat only apples
To keep the doctor of love at bay.
Tell me please my lovely,
What fruit are you for me?

Stranger men have said,
That you are ripe as cherries,
All I see with mine own eyes,
Is the heady haze,
Of squashed pears
That come be cider.
Do you see in me,
The Kumquats’ ripe and slender?
Exotic, rare and full of peace?
For I could fill up
Your entire senses,
If Kumquat was your nectar,
And in the everlastingness
Of time, becoming
Your sweet surrender !






Needle in a Haystack.

Needle in a Haystack.




Opportunities fly
In the face of wanting,
Of the needing to be loved.
I can hear so much laughter,
Elsewhere Eros strikes the heart,
People who are becoming lovers,
And the joyful tears of falling,
Love that fills all sense
Of reason in the craving.
But finding all this
Hullabaloo has me chained,
To a past time of searching
High and low for her.
Madness of course to
Believe in miracles arriving,
The sort to make me
Smile from ear to ear…

Searching seems to elude
The rewards I’d love to know.
Just one single angel
Could cause this wind to blow.
So where do they come from
The loves full of grace?
And how do I encounter
This girl to touch my face?
Do not look and ye shall find,
Is all I’m being told,
But bloody hurry up and find
Me, before I’m way too old!
Needle in a haystack is,
The challenge that I’m facing,
Tell me sweetheart could it be you,
That will set my pulse to racing?




Life is Love

       Life is Love



Life is love,
And we are the means
By which love is realised.!

Who could have thought
The very kindness we display,
Would be the evidence of love,
Revealed in a unique moment?

No other reason could there be,
Than this truth that talks
Joyously on the souls of people,
Those disposed to pay attention.

For on the rooftops sit angels,
Guardians of the beautiful way,
The directors of love and peace,
To fill our world with light.

Life is love,
And we are the evidence
That prove it has a value.

Would it be worse,
To believe that love has expired?
A vacuum left ‘pon the earth,
Where evil could reign over.

Do not be still afraid,
For love is an eternal law,
Everything moves, because of it,
Only IT can show hate the door.!



Sunday, May 29, 2016

Oh for a Son!

     Oh for a Son!






By the strength of Odin
It may be yet saved,
Fierce and wild have been
The battles I have faced.
But I’m still calling,
Waiting on a child,
The courage of a warrior,
And the wisdom of a sage.
Tell me oh mysterious time,
When will this gift,
Finally be mine,
And shall I know divine?

How are the cards
Stacked against my favour?
Is it the reward of
Disgraces of my past,
Or is it really more,
I failed another that you’d asked?
Oh mighty universal intention,
When will I discover,
The use of your invention?
Aching breast, heavy in woe,
Struggling to live at peace,
With what I’ll never know.



Have I not been tested,
Past the breaking point?
Could I not be allowed,
A son I could anoint?
Sins of the father,
Paid still by the son,
Was not my honour worthy
Enough to act upon?
Pain is in my waiting,
The bane of all mankind,
Wondering of what is real,
And what is still to find.

Legacy to what is good,
Pure and right and true,
Bless me father once again,
This seed would err bless you.
Hope on men be wasted,
If glory filled my soul,
The heir to my good fortune,
Should carry on this role.
Filling earth with peace and love,
And sharing loving kindness,
A son who shone the light of love,
Could rid this world of blindness…!









Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Eternal Sunshine

  Eternal Sunshine



Turn the spotlight on me,
Fierce are the voices,
The sacred little murmurings
Of my fear, or are they
Madness?
Who in their right mind, can
Know who I really am?
The product of my imaginings,
Or the wilful acts of betrayal,
Of the hatefulness from within.
Constant are the voices here,
Doubting if I’ve ever heard,
Had I ever been alive,
And will my spotless mind
On tranquilisers or amphetamines
Come to help me escape
Or survive!
Scope for clues of love,
Tired eyes weep and blink,
Somebody dropped in the drink,
Hidden again beneath the sink.
Can we see this sunrise,
Do we travel with open eyes?
Are you wind or vapour still,
For could this day be prized?
Amen I accept the cruelty,
My life affects the novelty,
Drowned in comfort on the sea,
Did you manage to eliminate me?
What games are played with
Malice and fortuitous glances,
Did we fall and settle dances,
Could the law be felt undone,
Where all I wanted more
Was to run and run..
Brightness scorched across
My face, subtle at first,
A lasting degrading trace,
Held on rods of purest gold,
Lost beneath the days gone cold.
Love in envy brought the wine,
Sad and happy you’d been mine,
Once upon a restless time,
We held the cup of winning rhyme.
Drunk is messed and without limit,
I had seen there’s no more in it,
You took steps to blow my mind,
And dust and rust is all I’d find.
Red the blood to save my soul,
Green has routed from this hole,
Death now closes, a worthy goal,
For all is new that fills my bowl.