In Dreams I Am Healthy And Wealthy

The Nightmare, J Henry Fuseli (Wikipedia Source)

The Nightmare, J Henry Fuseli (Wikipedia Source)

So dreams come each night differently –
Last night there was a foreign tramp eating our swans
We fought – I couldn’t find my voice
In dreams I often don’t

One night I may be lost in an enormous house
Or fleeing an ominous villain
At night these thoughts invade my head
Escape my bed
Fill up the dead of sleep

Sometime ago I dreamt of flying
Skimming treetops down steep slopes
A quick paced spring and over again
A divine dream of falling down

This is the trick of these night flicks
Filling my brain with illusion
Each day I awake
Into a lovely right life
And take a tick to bring peace to confusion

But even these dreams
As glorious as stars
Never leave me wishing
They were how things are
Even though in my dreams I am healthy and wealthy
I’m richest with my Malika

Today

Love it: ‘cause you know it won’t last.
Live it: ‘cause yesterdays are best.
Last it: Be the one who’s happiest.

March on
Be strong
Recall where you went so wrong.
Be bold
Be joy
And true to every girl and boy.

’cause we’re all still kids
when the chips are down
and need a lift when
brows carry old frowns.

Moon through Sycamore blossom

Over (tribute)

Play it slow; wake me when it’s over.
Feel the music lift you, love a supernova.

Sleep is quiet.
Sleep is quiet when I’m with you.

Faking love: Push me I roll over,
feel so warm inside – join me in a Rover.

Floating past, gone further than ever.
Quiet, dark, solitude.
Now the moments over.

Dreaming still,
Standing still, dreaming that I’m with you.
Now the feeling’s over.

To Each Their Own

Everybody’s different baby
And they’re not ALL after you
You can appreciate others pathways
Don’t waste thought
on what they think of you.

Chill out, like a cucumber,
Live like it’s all about you
Kerb the melancholy that pokes your days,
don’t let your sad juice bleach all blue

Where does all this ire rise from
Who made your life so dire
Perhaps you need awakening
Something to re-fire those hearts desire

Morning Tongue

Morning tongue my furry pink pal
It’s time now to wriggle
and rise up, yes now
Are you ready to lick on at life
and click time
In my warm cosy head
Are you fine with this mind?

So my morning tongue, bit swollen:
Furred with our parties of night
last night
In today’s clean morning promise
Get ready to translate –
To curl and roll over
To cut and rebut
And be nice

One More Song

One tiny verse
sung tight-lipped,
as it all gets worse.

Lost the bounce,
gave spring away –
Time tears at my eyes
and squeezes my day.

Thoughts pound my brain,
old thoughts; so sad
as still I clasp
at lives I’ve had.

Short painful routes
are all I see:
They scream my name
to recapture me.

Still the light dances
just out of my reach
so I follow the shadows
that lead from the beach.

Key words

Relax!
Kick back,
take stock,
unwind.
Accept where you’re at:
ease the fret
from your mind.
Take an open account
of your life
and of those
who make colour and add
to the light of our kind.

Stay focused,
directed,
keep rhythmic
and new.
as open to change
as the clouds are to blue.
Be free
in your head.
Be steady
be true –
During spiralling lies
sincerely be you.

Wasted Breath

Each day, like ice,
melts away…
I can’t hold or halt them
passing by so lightly:
Unstoppable.
Missable!
Leaving me wasted and empty.

Each new day
the same way
fast as change itself,
no headway
nor newness or action,
just breathlessness
just lost air
and slumber.

Oh day
oh day
let me come your way
fill our minds, brimful
cups of noble understandings
I will stride toward you
until we meet.clouds 2007

Compass

Laughing free and easily
I look to you;
to see the questions raise
within your eyes…
knowingly, and fast as light,
the answers plain –
The future is not clean…
…It’s Dynamite!

Sweet as love
and tasting fine
the nighttime grows.
Giving into passion
giving in to
all of your
tomorrows

Happiness is there to hold
A fool shouts loud.
In the night his shout
sends shivers –
turning still necks cold.

The Tales of Fires Life

You were the débutante;
you were the flyer!
The one with the dream to be –
The child to reach higher.

You always knew it:
Your effortless charm.
A cherished companion –
the blaze on my arm!

I felt you glowing –
the heat of your soul.
I thought you were growing,
yet doubted you’d go.

Imbibing this anodyne,
I was Earth wire, while
thru tricks; thru entrancement,
you mastered the fire.

I staid your energy:
Was I the downer?
When you danced searingly
were I your drowner?

Always you knew the truth.
Always you’ll know me.
I found a route to you
and died directly!Night fire

Sol

Monotonous feet echo in clattering silence,
wind gorges down narrow escapes,
a can rattles towards its end,
trees rustle their dew-heavy leaves.
Dark is cast and clouds spread wide
(while a cat, somewhere screams – like a child).
The first drops are washed away
drains are soon filled by the cascades.

 

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I am a shooting star
I am the ball
I soar through eyes that
last time turned in time to see my fall.

Inch by itching inch
This life’s
Now setting firm
a broad base made of my broken lives
from long before

Stood

Letting myself go
and I know –
though it’s slow –
that this dragging
will just keep on going.

Such hopes you could see
were the balance of me
and this dreaming
kept all my time busy.

Passing by: time, stopped to ask:
why I was still here?
Why I was the last?
I blinked, he looked tired
then he flew on…

So cringing alone
my old brain to bemoan.
Of the others?
They grew up,
then grew on.

At the Edge of the World

At the edge of the world,
Where only power and influence survive.
The ‘greatest’ of men collide.
Teasing nuclear envelopes
The way kids round our way, tease creepy-crawlies.
And just as this mighty cloud of wealth teeters on the brink…

A loud voice, deep in the midst of our crowd,
Remembered the bosom
(the soft cosy curve of sweet breast) out loud.

You’ll never believe that one shout saved the world!
Or rescued our leaders
From their throw-away plot
To blow us all up,
But you’ll have to believe that it’s true.
And as she shouted again, I’ll tell you –

So sudden this rage and shame fell
Like a shroud
As each nutter revisited
Memories of real warmth
And worth.

Disappear

Smoke clouds rise and in their eyes
the fruitless mists disappear

Lost rhythm verse – disenchanted?
Worse.
Climb the wires and disappear
Close your mind so I can find
the exact point where you disappear

Castle

Crowning walls of mass denial,
walls built in aggression
and felled in reprisal.
Quiet now relics standing –
few number though –
a presence held that’s whole commanding…

This vast domain
where the sun is in reign
where a single slow river
is all that’s not slain…

Tower Luxembourg 2015

A velvety cushion (for grass is the master)
encasing the body
that lasted the Blaster.
Now struggle-free captive
with no breath left to breathe
lies still while its mettle’s
lifted free on the breeze.

A buxom republic
that’s lost all its public
that’s empty and rustic
and awesome and tragic.

Saturday the 13th

Tremors of confusion wrack your mind
And you’re too bonkers lost to think in time
So taking your own misery
Too seriously to grin
The laps of speedy craziness
Spiral around then in

Other peoples’ screams of joy seep
Through a split ‘tween glass and wood
Where in your house
The echoes of this delight
Bounce round your ears
And shake them good

But it’s not happiness you gleen from this
As sour grit grinds your grinding teeth
Even as the rest of town
Erupts, lost in excitement,
The tears that smear your moribund cheeks
Are not loose with relief

Oh poisoned mind
Dumb angry blind
Alone
For another swift day
Why waste these thoughts
Why curse your time
Take stock
Feel alive
And
Live your way.

High Tree

Give me a branch in a high tree
Let me sit high in a tree
Make space in the leaves for our late tea
And as reflections on a flat lake
Capture whispers of breezes
This is what you can remember
In place of our European diseases

Just maybe in my tree so high
The answers to burning lies and whys?
The reasons for continued dire life lie!

Bring in the pain
Hide it in rain
Lie that it’s fine
And cry late again.

Hate too late
Don’t wait
For fear.
The way ahead of you now
Will NEVER be – or get – clear.

So give me a branch aloof from your brow
A high tree for me
Just one high bough.

cloud walking

Globus

Low moon sits, where once the sun.
They rise from single horizon.

And though one’s fired where other pales
both hold the key to drought and gales.

These orbs of incandescent ascent
follow everlasting descent.

Always there, whe’er seen or not
moon as cold as sun is hot.

Globus London