man of truth

carries on
carries weight

on through the wars

quietly, little noticed
little said, knows the dead

no contradiction

in opposites
lies the way ahead

looking through glass darkly

same as seeing in crystal glass
when all is clear inside.



10.51
13/02/09

It’s the thin strip I love:

between horizon and ground
where eyes light upon and linger.

There is a magical shiver that
travels the spine and tingles.

Being human is being capable
of that gaze, of that view.

There is no room that can give
this silent sight and enthrone it

like it really meant something.
Yes it did – yes it will.

Waves pull and sea-folk sing.


20.17
06/02/09

The continuous search for truth
rips, slits, and soothes…

like a journey on ice it slides
towards the horizon far.

We each a turgid ragamuffin
who dare to bend; stretch

the cartilage or pull a muscle.
Rigor mortis coming in

to teach us a tale or two.
Sun spreads her fiery arms

to embrace, to burn, to bone
each shy squalid heart-excuse.

The rest of us cough like pilgrims
and decant our tales like sherry.



19.57
06/02/09

You buy into it, you lie into it.
You are the bed you weave.

If it could be different
you would make it different:
don’t cry over what you make real.

We are the beginning, we live our
middle ground, we grow the gold elixir.

Somewhere in the struggle I wonder,
yet I never forgive the plunder

of the self.




22.58
31/01/09

Body by cool water linger longer by the minute.

It was dreamtime and I was in your space; brown
lashes slapping tanned features furrowed, coyly.
You were seeking something through the meeting
as I passed the moment to assist.

I knew you were looking through for spirit song
in the books lying still, spine name revealed to me;
yes, I could assist.

I will pass you on your way to where you wish to go
if you do indicate, I did say, and I did make my move.

Somewhere in the shadow ether you will have moved on
towards your target immersed in sea shanty song, salt
dried upon your skin to mark the waves you passed.

I would be long gone.



14.42
31/01/09

Hombre

The traveling man
moves about
because he can.

He's the hombre
of falling leaves;

of time left lying
in shallow pools
bottom of the glass.


17.00
12/11/08
(Madrid)

Fool Defeated

When there is nothing but silence
coming through the space between
your lips like mysteries,

I know I have been defeated
by the subtlety of language.

When I hear in the still air
what neither of us
has dared to reveal,

I know I have been out-done
by the energy of the heart.

And when I announce my victory
to the stormy winds outside,
to declare myself the victor:

I know I have been the fool
who will laugh til ever more.

22.05
09/03/09

-

Very much alive

I’m not dead but very much alive.
I have my alibi. I have my beating heart.

I have no diversion or excuses.
I am strong – and I’m coming on.

Yes – I’m coming on.
And the song is getting louder.

It will be sung all over soon.
I am not the only one.

I am not the lone singer.
Soon there will be many.

Then the song will be a great one.
Our future too – bring it on…


00.08
27/09/08

Be Calmed, Be With Me

I know you wanted to share
so much with me: your dreams
and the rivers that flow in-between.

Yet now it all seems lost; I have severed
the physical umbilical - you sense the loss.

Be calmed, be with me: in this world
all connections remain throughout.

The world as hologram holds us still.
Separated, we grow as friends forevermore.



22.35
31/08/08

where silence dwells

I don't know how to say this:

my heart is like a vacuum pill,
ready to love, ready to kill.

I stand before the seraphim,
no holy ghost, no ephemera.

I dance the polka-dot in blackest robes,
my heart throbs, my head is hot -

there's a space where dreams come to settle
and silence dwells like night.

I could love more if I tried, if I might.



22.13
31/08/08

The poison chalice

The poison chalice
sits inside of me,

a loving cup
made of clay.

I drink, I drink,
so heartily
it makes my blood
black as love.

Come again -
if not now
then another day.

Something inside of me
refuses to lie down in the sun
or to go away.

I kneel like a beggar,
hands clasped:

am I praying
or do I betray?


21.40
31/08/08