As the new became a place of passion and desire – the feather on the finger tip – the embers of the fire The desert’s grass as lush and green as kikuyu in the summer as picturesque perfection grew – white lilies from the mire But ever and for always thus subsumed by new surrounds … Continue reading Anew
Our own backyard is falling without knowledge or despair the water level’s rising our days – beyond repair Sensual our wisdom – no rationale – there is no need one sees a changed reflection as the afternoon recedes It’s like we sleep as change is made and we say; just go ahead we sit still … Continue reading Rome is burning
She came but in an afternoon and stayed until the dawn and looked like a rose by 'nother name with passion well restored She came but in an afternoon - the curtain drawn discreetly and shared her wonder and her thoughts a heartbeat shared completely She came but in an afternoon unknowingly to me and … Continue reading She came but in an afternoon
It came but in a whisper like a gentle moonlight swim It left behind epiphany a spring-tide seen within Outside a stranger world berates with anger in its veins Inside a softer world creates and cherishes the same A lived-in warmth of feelings leaves strength with those who share The summer's sense of malcontent replaced … Continue reading In a whisper
In bright sky the stormclouds gather thunderheads will form a cluster Like a strong wind ‘gainst the window pane - like a winter gale’s bluster The mouth – it turned its lips – they cursed - soon to replicate the story That wallowed in its turgid sin free of hallowed glory Until one day - … Continue reading Without a kingdom
I was but a boy when I first learnt to read Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass was but a dream I was just a lad when the pages tuned in me and meaning became the precipice of being I was my Father’s son when I first reached the sand and words of pragmatism could be … Continue reading The chosen word
If one can sense a time (beyond) one soon will move toward if one can silence thoughts (held strong) one soon will journey forward If one can know when others fall and suppress intent to think and yet (in time) be clearer still and pen the page with ink The ink will tell how others … Continue reading If one can sense a time beyond
It was where the several stayed the few - they strived to be like those stuck to the peaceful shore who much preferred the sea What part do we mere mortals play in where the others are - the choice is theirs - and theirs alone we see a different star Contradiction lives its life … Continue reading Love grown by design
A burden in the afternoon like lightning in the dark and when the night stars disappeared the evening met with stark And yet the sunlight would return so long as hope was there and what was once a semblance of would strike a newfound care They will not speak of what had been or what … Continue reading A lifetime bare
Fishing marlin was his thing - unruly - unkempt – tragic And a pen that stroked a thousand words - a drink devoid of magic How can you write and drink as well indulgences are few and far Friends were where romance blossomed like a smile from the bar Seen across the sozzled sort – … Continue reading Peace and quiet
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