Will power.....
When one is young
And on burning ice of life,
What is cold what is hot,
Is no challenge,
tis like spice
the guys move with a free will
and don’t care…

then as youth merges with middle tones,
the waist broadens
one’s position heightens …
then one moves around with a heavy gait,
he is now heavy weight
and all that the ailments acclaim
he moves around still with verve and pain,
more with will power than disdain…

I used to believe that love
Was a white horse with a knight
I used to believe that happiness
Was flowers and rainbows and light
And then I discovered with a brutal blow
Life’s not a fairy tale
And there is no boat to paradise
On which you and I can sail
I was taught to look for sonnets
Chocolates and flowers
But now I’m starting to believe
In a different kind of power
I was pushed headfirst into this world
Where pain and pleasure mix
I fight to heal my bleeding heart
That nothing else can fix

Vina del Mar

Tanker still out in the bay
like a child’s toy but huge and foreboding.
In the distance Con Con looks like a ruin,
the white villas cascade down like poured garbage.
'Come what may' as a credo?

Swastika pelicans dive,
shoreline a movement of colours.
Shadows stretch, the sand turns two types of beige.
La playa, how appropriate.

Autumn Rain
Summer Storm
Keep me safe
Keep me warm
Protect me
From the winter’s cold
The growing list
Of fears untold
Hold my body
Close to yours
Kiss the scars
And heal the sores
You hold my heart
Now here’s the key
Unlock the cage
And set me free