Every Star

 

There is no outside.

I have said these words before

but I am a balloon

the truth is

in the sun and in the moon

I AM

the centre of a star

every star

do not deny it

read on

YOU,

I  AM

in the odours and the plastic

and the flesh that rises

the tidal clawing and

rainbowed

feather flyers

words spoken

magnificent

sung

we are consciousness, awareness

burgeoning breath

we,

you and I,

are opening minds…

The path is free,

WE

are

ONE.

WAYFARER

let us bound the mighty plains

like the first

like the last

in each citrus glance

bringing tears

river fast

refreshing the tongue

your choice

your flavour

my

celebration

and

we will writhe a

crater of smiles

in eternal

star flinging

sparking

pervasive

perfection.

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Winged Secret

 

it is beating

in me

this winged secret

this blue gold illusion

pulsing a no time mathematics

spreading like jasmine oil

flowing musical

de vivre

de joi

I AM

earth nuzzled

and heaven bound

coiled

with mystical sound

sweet sensuality

and forever

revolving

dissolving

Sunlight Dreaming

 

fading

purple flowers

lie softly

plush

stitching

old

old

knees

and

infant fingers

s t r e t c h i n g

in jagged space

to smooth

incongruous

cheeks

like

paper

drawn with lines

and

finely

etched madness

in

eyes too full

of

sunlight dreaming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nowhere Man

 

the inky swirling

curling

cracking paper white

braided

silver beard

booming tone

required

a warsome

bloody

statement

a pompous fretful poem

the speckled chaos counting

dimensions

un K NOW n

footprints in the sand

stacks of golden thrones

lots of weight behind the blind…..

Nowhere man

floats home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Intimate War

 

desperate fleshly

brush with fists and feet

need

this intimate lick

of chi

too close in the fight

in the ring

flames

love

loving them

to the floor

press against the energy

red in the thigh

arms that hold the thrill

of bulging tempestuous control

the moment of

release

as I succumb

and tap

tap

tap

on pine

in beautiful well-deserved pain

The Fish’s Sword

 

190 nautical miles

north of radiant coast

flying like hope

in the creamy wash…

an incident

sweet indeed

a serious

wounding

translucent and blue

he fell

blood letting

deep in the knee

a thankful penetration

a guilt easing

gift

he fell

on the fish

tripping

tripping

stupid

fishing

man

tripping

to the whirring

of the rescue

blades

ahh beautiful fish

mighty sword

this my friends,

is

sad

sweet

justice

Pheonix

 

 

bang my fists against the wall

bloody hands

moving through

butter and brains

blast that ragged hole

and flay my chest,

I hear it

sound of angel canons

boom the gong on my forlorn frenzy of flesh

crack the leopards spots and cause the  spreading of colour on water

thrust  that hip forward in shocking rhythm

burst out of the skin

adorned in dusted curtains of colour

fly your restless Phoenix

clipped no more

to join the starry starry night