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I’ll run it till the end of the month (30th June 2016).

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If I were to offer you a flower

Thine blue above the green

shatters my mind

for ’tis clear

in both hue and depth

and clear

to me how much of an ugliness

there is below you

and yet so much beauty

but none so enchanting as thine vision

for ’tis the convergence of shadows

which thine benevolence creates

where the ugliness is born

and yet also the beauty of dark rapture

but none so thunderous as thine storms

If I were to offer you a flower

in what language would you respond?

Windblown

A long stretch of road leads to a horizon

but once there the road leads back to a horizon

and so we look up to the sky’s endless sky

and know the journey begins within ourselves

Simple windblown moments

settle upon the breathing anticipations of life

for who knows which way the wind blows

or where the leaves fall

it is in these moments

these random fragments of chaos

where lives the heartbeats

the blood and the passion of her majesty

Imagine if you will

a stillness of silent solitude

waiting for the rain

to drench the bark of time’s forest

where, in the dark mulch

there lives the soul of her creation

waiting for the wind

to disperse her pollen of enlightenment

Like a bubble of air, our lives are fragile – windblown

so breathe deep of your bubbles

and let your soul smile

for as we rise we see the shadows of our past

falling away to our future

to our found spirits, our humanity

and our hopes of finding

sunrise waiting beyond the gate

Something wonderful

Something wonderful happens

within the beats of life

be it the mighty trees embracing the breeze

or the birds and butterflies riding her invisible breath

Something wonderful happens

within the songs of time

be it those specks of light high above kissing the dark

or the slow movements of mountain creating a new Earth

Something wonderful happens

within the freedom of a smile

be it the purity of a child’s giggle

or the open hands of a homeless heart

Something wonderful happens

within the silence of prayer

be it a faith held deep within for something without

or the knowledge that to pray is to believe in oneself

Something wonderful happens

when we come to realise

the simple truth of all and everything

is that love is all and everything

Rains fail to speak

Tang of fallen rain

offers its memories

as the sun’s gentle kiss

raises diaphanous emotions

lost in the downpour of her soul

Horse covered with the stink of sweat

allowed the song of rain

to wash away its hard breathing drudge

and now the sun’s gentle kiss

burrows into muscle, sinew and bone

Rains fail to speak of times spent

wandering amongst the angels

yet we hear, us creatures of earth-bound mortality

yet we see, thine creatures of animal, bird and flee

and so we feel, the sharpness of thine sorrow

Broken

Our hearts are broken

from the first breath

and on to the first cry

to the first tear

Our souls are broken

as their lives

bleed out into the darkness

of loss

Our thread, yours and mine, is broken

In the beginning

when the magic of love

wasn’t magic at all

but a reality

In the beginning

before we knew of time

and heartbeats

there was only the chaos of love

This, here, there, in the shadows, in the light, is broken

The echo

of our first tears

as they drop to the floor

hammers against the solitude of life

The echo

of our first voiced scream

gives vent to the rip

to the loss

Broken, till we meet again …

I wonder about thee

I wonder about thee

as my thoughts embrace

the beauty of thine art

Thou blaze

thine skin shines

as the light kisses thee

Tumbling from high

the sunbeams fall

to land upon a memory

of a distant call

I wonder about thine embrace

as my thoughts relax

upon the flower of thee

In flight out of sight

echoes of thine soul

pipe the petalled glade of mine heart

How moon, you release

you glint and you glimmer

as you fall upon a memory

of a hope, of a shimmer

I wander about thine embrace

as my thoughts engage

a dream’s eternity with thee

Through halls of soft time

thine song, mine soul, thine beat, mine rhythm

gentle is the call of the wild, wild pain

of the wild, wild pain of solitude

for ’tis a dream, a dream no less

and so I wonder about thee

as my thoughts embrace

the beauty of thine art

as my thoughts embrace

the dream of thine heart …

 

Smile (in the memory of you)

Baby blue sky

in the evening you cry

as the change of coming night

sets your world alight

as the clouds dip and paint

splatter patterns of rustic quaint

as over here and over there

a child’s play of chaotic care

as greyer upon greyer

dusk bustles to add a layer

as in the evening you cry

little baby blue sky

Kiss the sky

How the mind

it falters as it sees

the wonderful balancing act

of the bird

perched upon a green tender finger

resisting gravity

while feeling the age of wood

tremble in its claws

It knows not the ugly side of life

It knows nothing of age

It knows nothing of freedom

It knows nothing of peace

It knows not the future of shadows

Beauty is ugly

simply because ugly is a beautiful creation of chaos

and so beauty is everywhere

and so beauty belongs to all

and so from one moment to the next

keep moving forward

regardless of the shadows and have faith in your future

for does not the unknowing bird

resist the pull of gravity while feeling the pulse of life

quiver through its feathers

It knows not the beauty of life

It knows nothing of happiness

It knows nothing of chaos

It knows nothing of smiles

It knows not the universe of love

In freedom we have the space to know peace

and the happiness to feel love

where on our way to being at one with the universe

to be open, and to be free

we find a truth in life

a truth which says

that there is always a chance to be happy

a chance to be free

and a chance to smile, to live in peace and to love the changes of creation

for does not the unknowing bird

simply release to kiss the sky

and in doing

she kisses herself

How the mind

it falters

as time slips through in whispers

as the bird

catches the eye of the poet

as she releases to kiss the sky

and so the poet

kisses another year, goodbye

This ephemeral song

What we see

is fundamentally different

to what we are

for we are all

essences of creation

How the emergence of chaos

intercepts the fragrance of life

and thus the shadows of interception

close in upon the seedlings of life

When once there was sterile solitude

there now breathes

an abundance of plenty

and yet with plenty

there comes a confusion of atrocities

for chaos births confusion

and confusion births different paths

The feathers from the archangel of brevity

fall upon these paths of existence

to give a singular mortality of time

to those who offer their love

for time is but a moment

is nothing but a moment, of chaos

until if we offer our love

and then this moment

this ephemeral song

is now