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Child

It’s the way the ocean slides

from your eyes

Slides over lips still full

Rounded and soft

for kissing

(me)

And your arms hang happily never tiring

you climbed a mountain

child,

there you sit an apex

A world of beauty

born from rust

(Infused)

with turmeric and sun

and these vessels sporting

creatures like you

throngs

tsunami’s

schools

of small

rapid things

of heart led dancing

and yet

straw still spins

and the doors

are blowing in the wind

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Mum and Dad

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lullaby

 

soft flexible sounds

fall

like gently held air

buoyant

easy

a light language

sweet

blended

like your warm cheek

fresh and

unambiguous

on my

maternal dancing

shoulder

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Sweet Me

 

 

Finding the sweet me

is a forever journey

a soul trip

to inner space

amongst the mist

worlds that

exist ed

before I could think

When my heart was  jupiter

and you my mother

my father

my feathered gods that

swung me left and right

up up

missing the fan blades

instilling a grounded earthly love

for something

blue and green

a painterly  lean

a thick  plastering of sensational life

I flew the roads and climbed the mountainous peaks

dancing the backs of cashmere  goats

I have breathed shallow on the arsenicum ridges

been plaintive in my call

but strength becomes me now

and oceans float my

salty toes

to shore

Finding the

sweet

in the folds of satin ink

amongst wildflowers and faces

a journey

pink

and incomplete

Big Spirit Remembering

 

 

 

Lake eyed,

seeking sophisticated lines

in experience only      thisbig

.

Bonsai finger, reaching,

one, two, three

un, deux, ,trois

A

B

C

Flaring

YES

FLASH

Concept

IGNITION!

.

The mother

heated, pressing, liquidity

tidal

primal

OH to tend not bind

OH to guide not dam

OH to love not bury

.

Sidestepping

yielding

to

big spirit remembering

Mother Tree

For

ever

Mother tree

you

cradled me.

In the billows of steamy transit

whilst time etched a nebulous

reality in ancient air.

And now

you are

holding me

still,

your

warm cool hands,

steadily

grounding me.

Like dirt and stars and love and god,

your grace becomes me.

The Shame Game

 

A game of shame

a shame game.

Solitaire.

I’m game if you’re game

are you (game)

little rabbit?

Can two play?

Dirty names

Sick, lame, filthy, fat,

 shame

I’ll show you yours, if you show me mine,

SHAME

that is.

My secret

consciousness

MINE

alone

Small and smelly

down

beneath

From mother to daughter

I do bequeath:

the shame of before

under the floor

close to shore

go to war.

I am

shame,

always the same.

I’ll show you the rules of this tight little game

COME ON

play with me!

It’s not so fun without the pain,

always the same

all ways the same.

~

~

 shame finger pointed

 a smoke screen activated

two can

not play

shame,

a

 personal

denial.

only one may decide

only one

can play.

Shame

a

personal

hand

held to chest

a flush

of love

of self

What AM I

?

The Olive Tree

Her skin is on the olive tree
grazed and taken she sits
young thighs pressed and marked by blood left there
and still she pretends to play
a pink note peeling
it was only yesterday
fresh off the press
little peach
Time has built an ark to house the template
and fingers      print
and ache
though bones are cold
she possesses the green of olive leaves
here she hides
a resentful breeze
her eyes are topaz wishes
His aged stubble and rough bark in exchange for warm yeast and mothers arms
Hanging upside down and draining free
I Hear it NOW
the babies cry
from deep inside the olive tree

Something More Than Mediocre

Push dangle

wringle wrangle

Fiddle squish

make a wish………………..

Little joker great Heyokah

something more than

mediocre.

Come here,

go away

walk slower,

run faster

fuck you

zen master!

101 ways to

trust you

love you

thankyou

Find it in the

dictionary

under

’Rufus round and  round.’

Sylvester’s magic pebble

his Father finally found

His mother wished

His father kissed

Sylvester

was

Sylvester

stone

Sylvester

soft

Sylvester

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