When love is more deadly than the endless time drifting bye.

When love is more deadly than the endless time drifting bye.

Beauty, the beguiling,

The all deluding veneer.

Least of all my

Understanding of how we,

Can use this practically,

When almost nothing else,

Presents itself to abate

My cravings of desire.

Filled by haste to lay,

None the reasons beyond

A moment to die for.

Cold this hot flesh

Where provocative lips

No longer kiss intimately.

Fallen for a mist, a mirage

Of angles walking bye,

I’m left here to die.

Racey the flesh on show,

Subtle never came here,

Nor would I see,

More than it I’m sure

Your beauty is

A constant distracting lure.

More fool I’d be

For a moment

In between your embrace,

Squat and bleeding

For a smile of your face.

Riding the train

To love and beyond,

I’ve craved the smell

Of what I’m fond,

But you’ve not come,

To save my day.

In the garden

In the garden

Warmth surround me,

A cloud drifts bye,

And all the while,

I wonder why?

Bees, trees and joy,

The radiance will permeate,

Given a clue of wonder,

Nothing here I’d hate.

Blossoms and petals fall,

In patterns upon the ground,

Here beauty is silent,

It’s prettiness make no sound.

The Gypsy in Me!

The Gypsy in Me!

Somewhere on the distant horizons,

Moon spilled into my craving soul,

And the law of enduring love came,

To fill up a somewhat void, the hole.

‘Twas not a summer to be adored,

When the leaves came blowing round,

A light was quashed on something sweet,

And my feet firmly left the ground.

No-one knew the wanderer in me,

That idleness had kept beneath desire,

Nor that in the fleeting of the wind,

I’d return to living in loves own fire.

Fallen under the weight of living life,

Something stole my one true choice,

Sadly missed in my soul and joy,

Taking the power of a warriors’ voice.

Fixed rigid to any tiresome spot,

The gypsy lost a moment of power,

Told a story of the roving wind,

Could not hold him safe in any hour.

Bold his mission upon the earth,

Where he would spread the love of gold,

The type that fills the empty hearts,

Something special, to have and to hold.

Came the day the sunlight grew,

And spirit mounted a changing sky,

No-one knew the power that made,

Or the way the light would catch my eye.

Like an eagle the love broke free,

And flew to the mountains of bliss,

Dared to appreciate the gift of freedom,

And some of the passion he’d miss.

Creek

         Creek

Worsen the onset of time,

Shielded from the adverse

Reactions settle, upon the

Echoes of what was once mine.

Calm never the rapid flow

Of when you came to

Me and left this hole,

Wider than any you could know.

Ripples on the ether,

Do you remember me here?

Long ago you loved me

Passionate like a fever.

Golden days ’pon the sand,

I hope you’ll still recall,

We had strolled in love

As long, you held my hand…

A fool and his money.

A fool and his money.

A fool and his money are easily parted,

This is a truth I have lately

Come to see in actions and events,

From the dawn of the early rising,

To now where my recollections are,

Fond, pale, overshadowed, yet still surprising.

Toil in the paranoia for even the rich,

Fools don’t just wear the colloquial rags,

Some of us live life at a level

Struggling to find the reason for it all.

Who might be this unseasoned fool?

Where being like everyone else is so

Awfully cool!

Confused .Com

Confused.Com

The world we have created

Has gone mad,

Stark, raving mad.

And you who thought

To save an ounce of time,

To feed the lonely more,

Something to keep the wolf

From kicking down your door.

What tales can you tell?

I wonder did your

Love feel the pangs,

Of how a word

Undid your trust again,

Especially in the reasons

That make a difference

To mainly sympathetic men.

Should it be known

The light of truth still shines,

Despite a fog descending

Over what you hold so dear,

For someone who judged

Would not devote a tear.

Could this foible

Be somehow still overlooked?

And call the sign of peace,

Into the arena of desire,

Where you could know

The unstoppable fire,

And all good news

Roll back the hands of time,

Where you could indicate

Everything was fine.

Bewitched

Bewitched

Spells cast by Devadamsa reach

Far out beyond the waking dreams.

Called to light ‘neath starry skies,

Holding onto, what all this means…

Dazed by innocence, plied a drug,

As if I’d had a fighting chance.

Fallen for the resonance of an angel,

Kept alive by the need to share her dance…

Fool I’ll be or just one moment,

Shared in staring into her eyes.

Heaven knew what it was doing,

Creating such beauty beneath the skies…

Tall and supple all god’s graces,

Full of hope to see the day.

Feeling good beside her presence,

And wishing to god she’d walk my way…

Lofty thoughts could lose a moment,

Watching how her framing beauty sways,

Firm are notions to behold her,

These spells are holding all my gaze…

Knees gone weak, buckled resolves,

To commit not sin and love ignore.

But as I watch as you are moving,

I’ll never forget perfection that I saw…

Rich indeed I’ve been to hold her,

Grateful to the spirit of her smile.

Always will I find this beauty,

And with her shall I spend a while…

Conscious Conversations

Conscious Conversations

From out of our mouths

Can pass the whole world of

Truth and hope of love unfolding.

Or it can reduce to evil, vile

And bitter detritus bathed in hate.

So it is beholden upon us,

To use this implement wisely,

For much merit is placed on words.

Truly it would be much wiser,

If we’d filter out the whinging,

The sounds of negative reaction

To the game of our lives.

In the silence is a chance to

Hear a greater reason, than the

One that comes from incessant

Chatter, as we do our nitter natter.

Talking for the sake of talking,

Breathes a note of obsession.

Think before you speak to others,

And make your words reflect

The message that they’ll carry.

Fill the world with joy and passion,

To make the resonance of peace,

Rise to the notice of one and all.

Listen too when others are talking,

Feel the truth behind their words,

Share a hope for love becoming

All we’ll need to heal the world.

Best not speak if hate will carry,

Sadness to the one who receives.

Be the change and act with courage,

Speak the truth in every way.

Card Troubles

Card Troubles

If you’d only as

The cards would speak.

They’d show you reason,

Where you’d have none,

Or where doubts remain.

Their purpose is to suggest,

What we won’t plainly see,

When we’re too busy living life,

On the edge of frustration.

So ask a question,

Dig deep within your soul,

Find a space to listen,

Then apply yourself,

To the route your choices

Offer for a new horizon.

Don’t dally on rewards,

Nothing good comes

If all you’ll seek are riches,

Be a giver not a taker,

Then the flow of life,

Will feed you with good graces.

Seek to open up your

Mind and heart to see,

It could be the only

Way you’ll ever be set free.

Take the council kindly

Lead a life and be example,

Of one through whom

The truth can flow,

To sate the sentiments of

The world we have

And all her love can bestow!