There Is

There is a pain, there is a love,
There is a rage, there is the dove.

There is compassion.
There is frustration.
There is the knowing
And the whole unknowing.

There are the stars shining
And the nights closing in.
There is the thankfulness
And there are the years ahead.

There is the flow of love.
And all of the above.

23.19
30/08/08

Imperfect

We'll get it right in another life
if we don't get it right in this one.

This is no excuse to stop loving
or to love the loving too much.

There's a bigger picture waiting to be sown
through the threads of our imperfect embraces.


22.06
23/08/08

Untitled

When you sleep do you listen
to your breathing
like a star's internal fiery furnace?

When I breath in and out,
out and in,
I am reminded of the way a breeze
carries along the scent of a flower
and disperses it like pollen.


19/01/08

Night Poem

We dance like shadows
amidst the embers,
as silhouettes burnt upon
the evening sky:

as a veil
that does not open;

a flickering
carpet of starlight.

-

Linger

I speak in song, I think in flame;

I dream of Spanish hills or

distant destinations

where the air is still.

I linger in moments

that pass too quickly

and forget that I was

ever there.

Do such moments ever stop

to think of me; do they care?

I wish to embrace the land

and tip my toe in waters cold,

to laugh along with funny

bird songs, bright and bold.

Yet something makes me feel uneasy,

a little queasy, as if this is not what is done

in this magic-less world of ours where

dreamers are forbid to dream.

Yet still I linger on in moments

that pass too quickly and

forget that I was

ever there.

Do such moments ever stop

to think of me; do they care?

12.36

30/01/08

Beggar

I tiptoe like a beggar
wearing second-hand
ballet shoes.

If you hear me coming
I am ashamed
of my sounds...

The bliss of sodden earth

I haven't seen the Nature spirits for a long time now.

Perhaps they hibernate in fear or shame, or are secretly

reworking the game plan to give us all a shock.

On days where the rain falls sideways I wander out

onto grassy paths and call to our hidden comrades

to forgive us our tresspasses and the ignorances

that seep like poison sperm from beneath our skin.

Really we are beautiful people I wish to tell them,

yet I am not convinced that an easy-tongue will persuade

the gentle wisdom of our soothsayer friends.

I wish they would come back bearing gifts

so that I could show them my poetry collection

and we could laugh like fools and drunken priests

for I miss the bliss of sodden earth, the bursting veins

of a shared and passionate rapture.

Lama

I knew it was a dream when you let me hold you close,
touch your neck to heal a pain, and draw close to a kiss.
You said you had told your father that I was like a lama;
I smiled and said I was no lama, yet was glad you thought
of me in that way. You were happy that I came.

I was the happier one, believe me my dear.
It was a dream from which I did not want to awaken.
I could have remained asleep like this for aeons,
or until the spell was broken. Now that I am awake
there is a nostalgia for the realm of the invisible.

Zen of Stars

My Heart yearns for new food

as does a stream long to explore

new avenues to share its water.

Like a zen of stars I meditate

upon the endless possibilities

that await me and you.

If I am unsure, it is because

I do not wish to pollute the

final great event…

17/01/08

Untitled

Standing in the rain
I feel roasted
like a chestnut
under homeless heat.

I have nothing but
my own convictions
and my mettle
and my own little
battles.

Contented, I wonder

and allow trinkets of rain
to fall like crystal
jewelry for mistress sweet.

16/01/08
22.25

The Bees

There is a call (do you call for me?)
and the bees fall into swarm, fly out,
and do not return.

Warriors on the path, no notes left behind,
hive homes turn to dust and decay;
hexagonal birth and wax chambers dried out.

There is a place where the intuition leans towards
with a push and a pull beyond letters or description.
Do not describe what remains hidden.

A silent call amid the rustle of breezes,
a chill, a warmth that freezes,
and the few fly out to swarm anew.

The bees are the beautiful who knew.

9/10/07
11.05

Early fragments

Some early poetry from 'BLOODHOUND: SELECTED POEMS 1992 - 1995' (click on 'Writings').

BLOODHOUND

I see your face in Everyone.
I see you in All.
I haven't found your body yet.
I'm following the Call.



SHELL

Like little sea creatures
In a shell we lay

pressed against
the pressured air;

too silent to be moved,
showing ourselves
as the layered rock
shows earth's growth
from youth.

Tiny thumb prints of some desire
we wish to encapture

and keep between the flesh,
to seep from our pores

on every embrace
to smell the skin
on every kiss

like honest things.



WORLD ASLEEP

The world is asleep
and often I am one with it
with each millions of eyes closed
and mine shut too:

It is a greater trial to awake
than to make love to your enemy
And evolution cannot touch that soul,
vain with its own busy life,
which does not stop to turn
its silent observation upon itself.


WITHIN THE HEART

The truly man of calm is he
who has a silent turmoil within
his heart.

-

21

I lie like a scorpion afraid to sting,
so resigned to the shelter of rocks.

Is this the protection you desire?

Moon in Arcos

I left the moon in Arcos behind
as I flew above the skyline
of a reddened-yellow field of light;

this was a flight from one shifted moment
to the next like a transition that calls
us forth upon another journey.

We shall be known by our actions
in all times

and thus must mark our own passing
in appropriate ways.


15.34
16.8.05

20

When I think of you I imagine
waves washing over rocks as tentacles,
before resting in salt-rock pools
where the water-crystals cohere,
align, and lie like submerged wreaths.

There are kings and queens in this world:
yet few partake in any remembrance
worthy of your cold, clear embrace.

18

A great thing of unbecoming is to neglect the shine

Spirit throws upon our mirrored world.

Tis a dishonour to cower in the shade, a shame

To forget the azure allure of radiant soul

Burning brightly like greatest radiation rays

Bursting forth as from sun’s inner core.

There is more that we can do in this world

Of creative, volatile futures;

When we sit quietly like afternoon napping cats

We should remind our souls to stir

More meaningfully and stronger still.

Like resplendent giants of all worlds.

This Tempter

I apologise for my inconveniences,
for my foibles, my fleshy idiosyncrasies.

Like bearing children, we must care
for the young of our thoughts.
Baby desires wrapped in dark-glass
innocence.

Forgive this tempter.



01.04
26/08/07

The Lover’s Song

Strip my body to the breast bone
Where starlings may come to cry;
Carve from my flesh a hollow home
For imaginings to come and lie.

As on my body hangs more pictures
Than on a painter’s wall,
So too does your body hang the dreams
That came before the Fall.

I walk the souk a hungry merchant
For passion and for fear;
I taste my lips to your song
For mockingbirds to hear.

I feel as if I was an ageless monk
In lives long past and dead,
Where silence took me hostage
And desire carved my prayer bed.

So now I long for sweetest nectar
As bees taste upon nature’s flower,
For I to learn the starry heavens
And be her finest lover.


12.37
21.08.07

A Secret Path

Is there a secret path to the heart

Where water tastes like honey?

Is there a silence where eternity rests

Like an embrace that never ages?

Where is the gold if the mines are empty?

Where is Truth if diamonds are aplenty?

There amidst the entanglements of one’s

Own questions lie the threads of an answer.

Ariadne, I was playing poker when you left:

Please come again and re-thread me.

21.08.2007

16

The feeling comes of being clothed
within another person’s poisoned skin.

Stepping out with them makes
me wear their mantle, their overall.

Robed ‘n’ dressed into a life that restrains,
I do not wish to wear such garments.

Spending too long with the shadow puppets who
ply their toxic life to my soulful play.

Come, shun the human fallout, and rejoice
in the sun of glorious hearty ruminations;

gleam in the sun of shunned garments,
seeming in the good of gunned sharments.