Sunday, July 09, 2017

It rests in the stars.

It rests in the stars.



The morning, pure, delicate
And so full of eastern promise,
Power to bring the stars to align,
The day on which, you became mine.

A past, so empty, echoing,
The loss of hope became complete,
When all I knew failed to be,
More than heaven I could see.

Yes I said, release, bring glory,
Find me where an angel sleeps,
Bonded with the light of the moon,
Teased by cupid singing love’s tune.

Gifts arrive, sweet, sensational,
And so clear for the taking,
No I sense, it’s not love faking,
It’s beauty meant for the making.

Once in every lifetime comes,
Destiny, fate, serendipities purpose,
But I believe it tests alone,
All knowledge failing if left unknown.

Right crosses, wrong no advantage,
As cool the winds become changing,
Reverence to be bold of courage,
Sacred love that ends in marriage.

Reaps the harvest, sow seeds of joy,
Always live that truth you’ll know,
Wet the heads of babes a yellin’,
Where love is all desires tellin’.

Grand the sky, darkest of the dawn,
Feel your spirit to be reborn,
Don’t regret living, no mere pawn,
Take your chances, before they’re gawn….

Father time has waited, blessing,
None of this is lost on us,
Where the bounty fills our hunger,
As we knew, so much younger.

Starlight shone, heavens gave hope,
Always the reason we’d have to cope,
Instant life the thread of wonder,
Nothing to tear our love asunder.

Ancient fables, inspiring, creating change,
A powerful magic we now become,
You and I we knew of faith,
The world resounded, so full of grace.




A true beauty.

            A true beauty.





Holding you, oh no,
That could never be just enough,
I tremble at the sound of your voice,
It’s not my fault, nor my choice,
I assume the position,
Of a quivering wreck, oh sweet,
Sweet Jesus, I’m out of check.
Before you came around that corner,
I had seen that pavement light up,
A presence of light and love,
Something fierce and overwhelming,
Oh someone save me,
Please hide me from such beauty,
Or I shall expire in drama,
I can only believe she,
Yes she would be my futurama!

Happen that I’d crave much less,
But a liar that’d make me,
If I should not surrender,
To this woman, my darling one,
Or to being consumed I must confess!
Divine be what is true,
Not an over statement to please,
But a veritable testament of truth,
Which reduces me to jelly,
Wobbling, shaking me to my knees.
Frilly, not so much of that,
Nor silk and crimson of her hat,
But sheer desire to be adored,
Has kept me rigid, motionless,
Somewhat in a dreamscape reality,
And always under, being floored!

Capricious eyes like desert heat,
Her smile has raised me aloft,
Levitated high and off my feet,
Rolling in a sea of magic,
To not open my eyes once more,
Would be a death so tragic!
She is how a lover should,
Be the breath within my very blood,
Crisp and toxic, holding purpose,
I’m kept alive, to ride her circus.
On the land and in her sea,
I’ve ran or swam for life to be,
Crazed as madness, but only funny,
Spending time and all of my money.
Rich is this that fills my heart,
And all I’d become to count,
From that single moment of,
Of understanding, that with her
There is no end

And no real start!




True beauty.

        True beauty.




The thrill of a sensation,
Expectation lifting until weeping,
A movement of your surrender,
Creases of the smile that doth beguile,
Whence came your arrival here,
Somehow I sensed of you,
Oh so dear, so very pretty dear.
Clothed not in cotton but in light,
A fulfilment of joy most every night,
Being at peace has felt so right,
Other than falling I’d not to fight.
Calm and tender a wisp of breath,
Found me transfixed, scared half to death,
Wonders never cease inside this place,
When awesomeness cavorted on your face.
Who can see this, only me?
A flood of wonderment, a reverie,
Common places filled with booty,
Something captures out eternal beauty.
Wound between and in betwixt,
A love for passion being mixed,
Proud as only the bravest souls,
Found on hope, each one decides,
Just what is choice and what
More perfect presence yet provides.
Caught on ether ever longing,
A sense of earnest in our belonging,
Would that we become reborn,
Transfixed at gazing at the break of dawn,
Washed in gossamer pure and spun,
The light of love will have us won.
I know this true because of how,
The spectacle shines across my brow,
Hold this vision, becoming alive,
A world less clear could not survive,
When all true beauty catches me,
I’ll know that love has set me free!





Sunday, June 11, 2017

Spirit of the festival.

     Spirit of the festival.



The gentle hum of feet,
Draws me to the dance floor,
People calling for a release,
Crushed by life but seeking more.
Freed from the captive chains,
They soon begin to believe,
The force of the music can,
Inspire some small sense of reprieve.

In the heat of wet bodies,
Comes the power that unites,
Swaying in time to a movement,
The spirit of the festival invites.
Watch how the vital hubbub,
Takes each person on a journey,
Discovering the message of Shanti,
For here together we’re learning.





How Brumleys’ ghost still appears to me.

How Brumleys’ ghost still appears to me.




Fine featured, fit and flirty,
Fun and famously floating by,
A wisp of the eloquent magic,
That was once a twinkle
                                  of my little eye.

Taken to task, thinking happily,
A thirst for the taught temptation,
Holding you in my arms again,
Was all I’d dreamed of,
                                  my constant fascination.

Absolute adoration of adolescent aims,
Ankle to abdomen, abdomen to face,
Has kept this passion alive in me,
Since these innocent times,
                                  always in our secret place.

A ghost gave me giggles,
The girl, gorgeous, gregarious, golden,
And all these years alone without,
Bring me a timeless version
                                         of love I’d beholden.

Kissed so kindly, keen to keep her,
Chased and cherished we’re kicking,
Taking the time to understand,
And now the distant clock
                                         keeps ever ticking.

Rambling and rolling right round,
Rivers and roads reaching to heaven,
I now understand of her ghost,
I’ve been in love with her,
                                         since I was eleven….



The thrill of love.

       The thrill of love.




So cheerful the joy,
A smile beyond desire,
Has brought the dream alive,
Once we were used to see,
How love was meant to be.
Sweet this engagement free,
What is meant to come,
 A reality of the highest,
Order and more to come.
You inspired this feeling,
Where all I live is reeling,
The pale moon that takes,
A place of how desire,
Created a living fire,
On strings of wanting more,
The adoration you adore.

Youth a precious youth,
Where all I feel is truth,
Give your able times,
To be the life of mine.
Yes you are the one,
I’ve waited upon so long,
Freedom to engage the love,
Felt from all above,
In this space, this time,
I hold a dream sublime,
No-one knew the reason,
You became my perfect season,
Only the lift to love,
Would save a sense of grace,
You were all I’d loved,
And a smile upon my face.





Drought.

Drought.




I’m undergoing an emotional drought,
I had hoped to have been fulfilled,
Living the life of a sated man,
But I feel somehow underwhelmed,
By the attentions that do not come.
Peace of mind can be a testing game,
The attractive counterpart, companionship
Would reveal much, if the scorching
Desert was not putting out desire,
Or refusing now to fan the flame.
Landscapes changing but not for me,
I am drowning without a fluid cause,
Which is quite depressing I fear,
To be parched for a womanly touch,
In an ocean that once enveloped me.



Jenny Wren

     Jenny Wren





You hovered, caring no doubt,
Trying to figure me perhaps,
Wonder what I’m all about?

I felt the breath caressing,
Something in your eager smiles,
A beauty of spirit, no false dressing.

It’s not the first time seeing,
The loveliest way of peacefulness,
I wink, you nod, as if agreeing.

Fluttering came and all I knew.
The searing of a mans desire,
To come to spend my time with you.

Had you felt the burning eye,
Been touched deep within somehow,
Unable to leave, not wanting to fly?

Able Robin loves his Jenny wren,
Comforted by her adoring smiles,
He will return, again, again,

                Once more again…..