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…..



The Crux

          The Crux




Streams of idle tears flow,
Some people who’d never known,
What pain holds, it won’t let go,
All the scars burning, ever on show.
Tested beyond the point of reason,
Too many tears for any season,
So much cruelty breeding treason,
Not love enough to bring a pleasing.
What am I, a fool for you,
A bag to punch and abuse anew?
On this day where hope is blue,
Left alone to rot, desolation true.
Sacrificed for what and for whom,
Since the light of love left the room,
Everything beautiful ended too soon,
Swept aside with lifes’ stiff broom.

Only the brave shall rest in peace,
But saints and sinners shall increase,
As if the hate knew not release,
And where a love would not appease.
Hanging in the sky so awfully dark,
None are the reasons that I hark,
Light will wane and desert the park,
And snuff the essence of a spark.
Cold and wet comes this evil rain,
Stabbed deep to increase my pain,
None the willing who’d yet refrain,
Tested beyond the call of duty again.
I note the reason to be content,
Never really knowing what this all meant,
Except that love, supposed heaven sent,
Came infrequently, before it up and went.





Could the eyes deceive me?

Could the eyes deceive me?




Soul hole, the windows
To see and believe,
Yet why do I feel,
They only mean to deceive?

Inside is the light,
Passion and desire alive,
Craving to get out of here,
But could love survive?

Mentally the eyes tell,
Something being true, real,
I only wish you’d be,
Perfectly rational, the real deal.

Glances of the kind,
Suggestions towards spending time,
Filling my empty longing,
Pretty, delicious, heart of mine.

Have you called before,
Did you twinkle my way,
Had it been deliberate,
The way your blue eyes play?

Rare and enticing beauty,
I have felt desire climb,
Could you flutter, tempt me,
Just one more precious time?






That really is a fu*%ing NO then?

That really is a fu*%ing NO then?




So who came from being adored,
To being kicked in the bollox
Floored, no more craved and wanted
Disregarded, I guess you’d become bored?
Light had filled up all the cracks,
The darkness fell away, my nick nacks
Wax, waned and fell to dust,
Love gone awry, and left to rust.
Fables, those romantic tales of old,
Saved me once, loneliness giving cold,
Sold, the dream of how better it
Could have been, strong the lie you told.
Sick to my stomach our love is dead,
I’d believed in truth all that you’d said,
For in my minds eye perfection came,
Carrying desire, echoing within your name.

I don’t, won’t, can’t yet understand,
I’d felt a oneness, holding your hand,
And when you came, again, again,
I’d surely understood loves demand.
Baby you’d fooled me, good and proper,
Now it seems love’s come a cropper,
The wind whistles a perfect silence,
And missing you feels like violence.
Had I  not invested the real macoy,
Had you not loved this pretty boy?
I guess you knew not what it be,
Have you any idea what you’d meant to me?
Sharing time and a hope for light,
Had kept us up throughout the night,
Talking all and nothing without a care,
Moving our hopes beyond loves’ despair.

Crashed this car, into a muddy ditch,
I’m understanding how life’s a f*£%ing bitch,
A wound has rent my heart in two,
Nothing left, not enough left to stitch.
Brought before the light of scrutiny,
It seems you’ve no idea how,
The ship ought to be sailed abroad,
To save it from falling into a mutiny.
Try to figure how your words appeared,
A chance to escape all I’d feared,
Live the life I’m born to live,
Not this crap, or anything this weird.
I’m just a boy, in front of the girl,
Asking her to be in my world,
Fighting to win a love that’s true,
I’d believed that love was held in you!!





Sunday, May 14, 2017

Integrity of words and actions.

Integrity of words and actions.




Did you know, that
I’d need something to rely on,
As the syllables flooded forth
From your pretty lying face?
Words, feckless words,
Words are vanity and gossamer,
They hold only the place
Of a dream unfolding,
Until the light catches them out.
Did you forget integrity
To a sense of honour,
When you plied me with
Your beautiful intoxicating drug?
The brilliance of deception
Had everyone fooled,
Even yourself it seems,
Dishonouring the outcome of
Your chosen dreams.




Before I fell to the fire,
The words delivered here
Built me up, filling my soul,
Created more than just desire,
Lier, lier, pants on fire….!
Golden hair, an angel truly
Feeding me a line or two,
For the stretch of imagination,
Prior to the intimate ingratiation.
What point could you hope
To gain from not knowing?
Even your own feelings deserted
The shallows of the loyal light,
Oh holy love, what more must
Be done, is it worth a fight?
Cold is the day, empty the night,
When your words fled the scene,
Nothing ever will feel so right.




Actions that betray the law,
Of an integrity to be love,
Cannot ever enter the places,
To where smiles of hope are
Left upon mine and so many faces.
Cruelty is the essence here
Your eyes deceive me still,
And within, you won’t accept
The damage your words are doing,
The collapse of truest and truth
Find a home deep and binding,
As wide as any cruel ocean.
Say not things you cannot mean,
Or you should commit the crime,
Of inventing a lie, a lie,
Putting an end to my hope,
The way to feel alive again,
You were once my only dream…!





Waiting for that day.

Waiting for that day.




The train rolls onto the platform,
So much apprehension is here,
Five carriages back, waiting,
Hopeful, the lure of the dream,
A warmth, yet to be felt,
The hand of fate to be dealt.

There you were, dancing queen,
Not still, not at all serene,
A buzz of excitement rising,
The look of love in her eyes,
As my soul soars up above,
How wonderful, what a surprise!

Then into my life you came,
A beauty beyond words arrived,
Would I ever forget how you,
Seemed too beautiful to tame?
The passionate kiss of affection,
Pointed firmly in y new direction.

Those hands that held me close,
Were divine and heaven sent,
Surely you saw in my eyes,
What paradise had been delivered,
And just what my devotion meant,
When the heart of me was rent.

Thoughts of desire unbridled,
Filled my eyes and heart anew,
Wondering against all the odds,
If you would feel it too,
And fall to meet me rising,
And abandon everything less than blue.

Thighs and hips a rare delight,
Foretold of a passion coming,
To fill our days and our nights,
Bridled not by fear to dare,
And be cosy, in the warmest touch,
Of silk and cotton in underwear.

Then a surge to be alive,
How much more yearning now,
Could we take or even survive?
If love was to be the game,
Two playing, two learning, two hearts,
Would they ever be the same?

This could steal the air I breath,
Your smile took hold of me,
Lifted me into heaven again,
Where a southern angel I’d see,
Rampant and strong into the fire,
Shortness of breath, would I expire?

The proof of pudding is in the eating,
I feast on what is good to eat,
You’re deliciously sickly and so sweet.
And I’m consumed to find this treat,
Standing here as our eyes meet,
You’re something special, so hard to beat.