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
He looked left then he looked right – it was darkness he was viewing He walked a step and then another and he turned to face the air His face was freckled he looked tired - (was it youth that he was missing) Would a smile find his mouth and sit there while it waited … Continue reading Like a sprinkle
The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve And build a love within Within itself – where solitude Is clearer than the day And yet – when night-time lends itself It’s more than what’s portrayed In mirror – one’s reflection sought Is hindsight in one’s soul That … Continue reading Young men
Once a scare becomes a fright And man reacts as one Folly breeds more folly And amok will folly run I see therefore it must be true A knowledge base for thought Faster faster it impedes To question is a rationale Practiced by the few As reason loses out to fear And slow thought loses … Continue reading Folly
If life for nought is thought to be I offer ‘no’ as answer thus My every avenue will see A happy trail yet to void What to think of those who say Beyond this is nothing more What to feel for those who pray Be better yet in heaven’s gate The gate is open – … Continue reading in time in time
Solitude a leaf of gold - Company it's art - A picture frame of nature born to mould.
The muddied ball - An outburst borne - The grass becomes a lake
Nature spins the wheel of life Darkness breeds the sun Touch the joy abounding
sensualism 