Boy, is this the sun
close your eyes
it shines through the Red
The wings have finally come
What, after the wait
We have earned, co-joined spurs
But, as in the dream
To where do we fly
2010
Thursday, 21 April 2011
the thoughts today
Why are we having a joy-joy day
Because we sat and struggled with them thoughts today
So now one feels like rolling in hay
I now can sit and watch my monkey play
Why I am enjoying today
Because I seem somehow above the fray
Of beliefs that default and betray
My sad box has an empty tray
To whom do I owe this day
To the one gave me this gift of Clay
I would mould this treasure without having to pay
For the bliss of breathing everyday
2011
Because we sat and struggled with them thoughts today
So now one feels like rolling in hay
I now can sit and watch my monkey play
Why I am enjoying today
Because I seem somehow above the fray
Of beliefs that default and betray
My sad box has an empty tray
To whom do I owe this day
To the one gave me this gift of Clay
I would mould this treasure without having to pay
For the bliss of breathing everyday
2011
In the end
Hmmmm !! my man
How do you love your torture
On roasted cakes
With a touch of primrose
So she didn’t return the call
That you placed with your heart
Her silence stabs your hunger
She is simply not there.
2011
How do you love your torture
On roasted cakes
With a touch of primrose
So she didn’t return the call
That you placed with your heart
Her silence stabs your hunger
She is simply not there.
2011
An Aries Bumblebee
The ram female is full of spunk
The ram female, hard head
But, in Arian fashion, you never complied
To what was written, what was said
What do you seek in poetry instead
A beauty for the sensitive
crafted words for your uplift
a place where your gentleness can fit
Will the hunger that burns
from the burrows of your heart
find the time, to engrave itself
in the language of the sublime
2011
The ram female, hard head
But, in Arian fashion, you never complied
To what was written, what was said
What do you seek in poetry instead
A beauty for the sensitive
crafted words for your uplift
a place where your gentleness can fit
Will the hunger that burns
from the burrows of your heart
find the time, to engrave itself
in the language of the sublime
2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Agape
To complete the circle
you begin
where my left arm ends
an ounce of honey?
my oil from the sun ?
joys intermittent burst
of the endless sky
Glass ships in the air
That sail in my slumber
Do arrest my words
Oh Agape
2011
you begin
where my left arm ends
an ounce of honey?
my oil from the sun ?
joys intermittent burst
of the endless sky
Glass ships in the air
That sail in my slumber
Do arrest my words
Oh Agape
2011
The Raw
How I miss Thee.
So desperate for thy voice
yet part of me knoweth
The futility
I goeth nowhere with you in the end
I tried to hold you
Squeeze thee, but
I could not, what else but to flee
and weep for what never was
2010
So desperate for thy voice
yet part of me knoweth
The futility
I goeth nowhere with you in the end
I tried to hold you
Squeeze thee, but
I could not, what else but to flee
and weep for what never was
2010
A little wisp of Blue
In the hum of the fan, waiting
For the heart to confess its picture
For a little wisp of blue
I borrowed your eyes
to look up from under
my invisibles leapt, dancing
to the tunes of stillness
Didn’t you know
The words leave when you touch
Therefore I pause, in the measure of this moment
for this air to find
in this union
the wings for our soft landing
2011
For the heart to confess its picture
For a little wisp of blue
I borrowed your eyes
to look up from under
my invisibles leapt, dancing
to the tunes of stillness
Didn’t you know
The words leave when you touch
Therefore I pause, in the measure of this moment
for this air to find
in this union
the wings for our soft landing
2011
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