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!!