A dancing figure draped in cobwebs
Rusty on the shelf
Corroded in dark reflection
Forlorn by itself.

Paralyzed in shadows curtain
lost distractions held
Emerged by love a trace of light
Slowly gears un-weld.

Cold mechanics grinding into life
Creaking painful tears
Increasing speed and brilliance
Overcoming fears.

Illuminated eerie spectres
Melting in the blues
A catherine-wheel of particles
splashing coloured hues.

You Make Me!

If I can bring
Upon your face
A smile,
My life has been
Worth its while
But the heart feels otherwise
No, no snow
The question does not arise,
Does not arise
It’s the heart beat
That beats faster
Ere one dies
Or
Than one does know
My smile is the smile of faces
Who see?
The mini Shakingspeare in me

Urban warrior ,
Don’t get in her way,
She’ll stamp you into the ground.

Inner city soldier,
Fighting for her rights
Breaking heads

( Chorus)
Hell bitch on the rampage
marauding renegade style
Living to defile

Hell bitch on the rampage
marauding renegade style
full of rage

Anarchy and misrule.
on the mean streets
of purgatory.

No mercy, no pity
In a fuck to you
Trooper style

Autumns Wish

When acorns fall
And Autumns breeze
Begins to waft,
Across the lush green leaves
Of central park trees.

I think of you and wish,
You were here with me.

When the Autumn sun
Steals summers warmth
And shadows elongate,
While darkness encroaches
Upon those in love.

I think of you and wish,
You were here beside me.

When the winter winds
Chills my outer skin.
I feel your warmth glowing,
Deep inside my soul

Please tell me the story
if you care to dredge up
the memories

Of course it's up to you
and if you don't want to
that's ok - either way

I don't know why
I have to be the one
who's flexible and deferential
but that seems to be
the way it is

You can chose to
remain reticent and
uncommunicative

Maybe one day you'll feel
the need to unburden
and unload

Ashen dawn
Violet kissed
Bruising early morning mist.

Shiver cold
Icy greys
Crystal crunchy winter days.

Feathered fronds
Floating free
Diamond sculpted filigree.

Glitter snow
Crumbly white
Sparkling dusty trinket light.

Sun shimmered
Spangled trees
Rooted in the glister seas.

Golden bloomed
Amber hues
Set in jade and pastel blues.

Glowing moon
Round and bright
Heralding a frosty night.

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There is always a poem after this one;
the understudy to today's centre stage:

This poem however, is never unimportant,
it is as individual as the poem that follows;
many written poems have unwritten forbears-
each poem is breathed and lived; rarely spoken.

The panorama of this poem is found in one place –
the window of its reader's imagination;
so each poem is the beginning point
of new journeys that we join with the poet.

A Passer By!

Have you not read my poem?

Summary Disposal

.
in a drift
I notice, but forget
long term memory disengaged

I bet some nice poems
are still a'float in there
somewhere

alone

never even bumping into each other

what happened?
they might ask
he couldn't find a pencil?

the cream of the crop
made of our own volition
out of whole cloth
the best he has to offer

but, because he can't remember
"save to long term memory mode"
we are all lost,
never to land on a page
or in a song

Written at midnight thinking
of my TAO photograph:-

Rowing into The Understanding
some of us get to
the other side.

Stepping off the edge
will I sink
or swim

The moon smiles
the stars wink
was it me who blinked

The night shivered
the bushes grew
who knew.

Under the clouds
lies the City
how do you know

Beneath the water
fish swim free
the heron's eye.

The wood lies
the sea turns over
my stomach rumbles