Up there, in the lakes where states of mind are refined and all it takes is some concentration, relaxation and the definition of peace is defined. Years have passed since I sat by the mere or Coniston water, thought I ought to go back and see what it all meant to me. Up there in…
Minstrel and mistral
There is a choir and an orchestra and I talk less when I know they’re there, somewhere an accordion plays, a busker, me in other days would prefer to hear the street performer, the troubadour, the wanderer with his songs wrapped up and on his heart, trapped in the keys, he plays the accordion, at…
Even then
I touched her tenderly, she turned to me and I could see, the future reflected in her eyes, the tree upon which the apple lies is everything she brings to me, but she is so much more…
27 cubits
In the long years when the sun seared you and the wind chilled, and the lack filled the days, when you were throw-away, and time played its tricks on you when everything you tried to do turned its back on you, and you knew in the depths of what you were, there stood a different…
A flight of Winchester geese
Down on the South side a tube ride away, out in the Borough where some people stay and some people say, it’s a nice place, a well-lit place, a somewhere to sit and deep think place. but there’s another side, a ride back in time when the streets were caked in horse shit and grime…
Private prayers
Oh, grant me this you Lords of the treasury, when looking down on this wretch while you think up more treachery. Give me a reason to work every day give me the reason for minimum pay give me a break you don’t have to take what I sweat blood and tears for you don’t have…
Watching as the Moon beams
Thought ascends and up in space from another planet, one more place, more thoughts ascend, someone sitting somewhere out there thinks the same as me. Thoughts will meet and greet and smash and crash, turn into gas and in turn become the burning bright of one more star that shines in space tonight. No way…
Violin string
If we vibrate and we move in the frequency, of the universe there is no secrecy, to the wavelengths we swim along hopefully meeting vibrations besides, that dive deeply inside of we Vibrating in synchro simplicity. I have never understood a blue rhapsody when the colour’s as good as the symphony and the orchestra, thinking,…
Muffled in translation
Once before this day began and I knew everything, where everything was in its place, labelled, facing in a line and behind the bottles of red wine, hidden from the fractured eyes of linguists who disguised as spies would entertain me to the thought that if I carried what they brought, the alphabets that we…
Coldplay and chorizo
Maybe she was Russian black or maybe my imagination, but she moved like snow on peppermint, slow and tasty and much to my amazement, she melted lines upon my face and I, stepping light on all the right stones making magic with these old bones melted into her. With several leaps into frustration my destination…
Sewing up shadows
They flit through this phantom and each ghost lights a lantern that shines, even molecules mock me. I rock back and forth and mentally scribble then I dribble things out through my mouth. Sigh? I could cry with the torment, lend me the wings let me fly. She could cannibalise me as she flies in…
Jules
The last act of the balancer, to dance across the rooftops bare holding hands with Maigret, dare we look? Skyscrapers may scrape away, but I see sunlight every day hear every word they say, as cold as concrete on pillows lay. The last act does not detract from the thousand and one acts which came…
Wintergreen
No lullaby to send me to sleep, no stars in the sky just the tears as I cry for these things I can no longer keep. If a minute would last me forever and forever was here in my heart, it could start to explain why this pain that I feel lasts forever and will…
Versailles
My heart is but the souvenir reminding me that you were here, but now you’ve gone, my mind plays tricks with stones and sticks my eyes see you, the image sticks, but now you’ve gone. If only I could wind back time, take back the words then we’d be fine, of this I’m sure, but…
The cork tile.
‘what time is it’, said the wolf. why? asked I. with an eye on the beast and the other making a beeline for the door. The door seems to shrink the longer I think about leaving, but I’ve done enough grieving for what was before, time to open the door, step outside, take a ride…
Jet is always black
This is no treasure map, nothing to hide but the words that are hidden somewhere deep down inside. No trinkets or jewels for fools to spend lifetimes in search of, just the words, some like birds, release and they’ve flown. I spout like a fountain or groan like a mountain that’s dying, yet in the…
A scattering of leaves
In the house of the greatest of charity through the corridors, passing the sacristy, into the chapel where up on the balcony the Sisters of Mercy chant prayers for me. I sit humbly, no coins for the offertory a poor man in search of a history, in the house of the greatest of charity I…
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