Friday 27 July 2012

SEEKING ANSWERS:


I wend my weary way through past´s of silent cloisters,
Seeking life´s un-answered, forgotten rusty voices.
I stand upon ancient rocky brine-washed shore,
Observing aeons sculptures of determined ancient tor.

I listen to misty whisperings of softly dancing wind songs,
To the voices of the ancestors, blown away, long gone,
Trying to capture wisdom passing fleetingly on the breeze,
Trying to read the waves & knowledge guarded by the seas.

I seek to know the secrets of the babe´s unhappy wail,
Of why there´s hunger, pain, suffering & ideals locked in jail,
All I hear are fading footsteps through life´s receding hall,
And wind in its howling, is telling me nothing at all.

The what´s, the when´s & the lost weary why-fores,
Drift away on willful wishes & settle on distant shores,
While I kneel on bended knee, praying to a silent God,
Just hoping my meager pleas do not fall upon earless sod.

I´ve searched within the now & within wrinkled, withered time,
But I know these sorry seekings, are really only mine,   
I don´t expect an answer to problems ever there,
But would like to know there´s someone listening,
Wherever, somewhere.

Thursday 12 July 2012

HEAT:


Scorching Hades, summer hell,
Squeezing liquid life from every cell,
Burned, cracked nipple of earth´s cracked crust,
Leaving only pain in hot sad disgust.

RAIN:



Life-blood dripping, plop, plop, plop,
Down silica-pane, dripping drop by drop,
Nurturing root, strengthening stem,
Muddying pretty earth´s soggy frilled hem,
Slaking thirst of every man beast & bird,
Drip, dripping music, song in forest heard,
Pit pattering, fresh washing leaves anew,
Confusing the identity of morning dew,
Welcome wet, welcome every little drop,
Pitter patter, plop, plop, plop.

PLEASE:


Please sigh, your breath gives me magical life,
Please lie, your tales protect me from the horrors in life,
Please cry, your tears cleanse me of the scum of life,
Please die before me, your death unites us in the afterlife,
Please say goodbye, to bid farewell is to start again in your sigh.

Tuesday 10 July 2012

THE PASSING DREAM:



When I see the moon in your sleepy eyes,
It is then I know, it is then I realize,
That I can do nothing, but adore you.

When I hear the sea in your lulling voice,
It is then, that I have no other choice,
But to utterly & eternally love you.

When I sense the sun, warm in your soul,
It´s without doubt, I feel whole,
And I know, how much I need you.

When I taste the stars upon your lips,
It´s then, when I take from you sips,
Of the love that you to me offer.

When I touch the breeze around your being,
It´s not you I´m feeling, tasting, nor seeing,
Not what it seems, but just a passing dream.

AWAKEN:



When moony black night,
As milk-washed babe,
Kisses pink-whorled morn on flight,
Day explodes in flames, as night does fade.


Oh sadness to see ravaged day,
When human sleeps, silent is the earth,
Birds delight & silently pray,
The human eye is a difficult laboured birth.

WEDDING:



Young virgin in bridal white
Afraid of what´s to be,
Will your future be akin the sea?
Soft foam, kissing wistful sight,
Or breath of sighing breeze through
Whispering trees?

MARRIAGE:



Take my willing hand and,
I will walk you through,
Undying love, & passion,
Through motherhood´s corridor,
Into our golden epoch and,
Through heaven´s waiting door,
We´ll walk, hand in loving hand.

Monday 9 July 2012

SILENT CHILD:



Some children are blind,
Some children are deaf,
Some children are mute.

The little blind child sees not the rose,
But hears his mum´s “I love you´s”,
And the nudge of his puppy´s wet nose.

The little deaf child hears not his laughing friends,
But sees their smiles & reads their happy lips,
And he knows that on his eyes he can depend.

The little mute child says not a precious word,
But sees it all & if lucky, from afar, may even hear,
And always aware, though never, ever heard.

Then there is the child, who is all these things,
Blind, deaf, mute, tight inside & all locked within,
Who cannot see colours, hear music & cannot sing.

Living in a world of silences & dark as any sin,
 Nothing; no door to open, no sound, no light,
Relying on the touch of love, through his forever-waiting skin.

You see the dawn & sunlight´s dusk reflecting on scarlet sea,
This child sees the light of Gods in worlds we do not know,
Deep within his soul, beyond his silent unheard plea.

You hear the elephant´s step crossing hot & ancient land,
This child hears the quiet gecko, tiptoeing through his mind,
The sound of souls shifting, across the silent ebony sand.

You can sing a melody in any joyful, colourful tune,
This child sings in the choir of voiceless angels,
While dancing with solitude & imagining the moon.

The blind, deaf, mute child relies on loving mother´s breath & winds wild,
On gentle whispering breezes, on silent praying upon bended knees,
Open your hearts to this silent, solitary little child.

Sunday 8 July 2012

WINTER:



You are the winter of my life,
Because, of all seasons, winter,
 Lasts longer & freezes over the strife.

Spring never lasted long enough to grow,
Summer became too hot to survive,
Autumn died quickly & decided to go.

As a winter fire, you warm my heart & soul,
All seasons forgotten, only winter,
 Lingers forever, covering the icy gaping hole.

A FRIEND IS:



A friend is the child, who shares his toy,
Without asking returns from girl nor boy,
A friend is the person who´s there in the night,
When you’re afraid, lonely & shaking with fright.

A friend is the man drying the tear from your cheek,
Who understands your soul when you´re too sad to speak,
A friend is the person, who holds tight your hand,
Who´s there when needed without being planned.

A friend is the soldier who loves too the other side,
Who in his enemy´s place, he would rather have died,
A friend is the person, who lifts you up when you fall,
Who, when you´re down, makes you feel so tall.

A friend is the dog, who silently adores,
Who, when you´re sad, will offer you his paws,
A friend is the person, who though far away,
Will for you, silently & daily pray.

A friend is the woman, who soothes your brow,
Who cools your temper after that row,
A friend is the person, who laughs like a drain,
Who makes you smile & believe in life again.

A friend is the bird, who sings you to sleep,
Who knows his song will stop you to weep,
The friend is the person, who sends letter or card,
Who knows the right words to stop life being so hard.

A friend is a friend, even parted by tears,
We may never meet in a million years,
You´re my friend who´s done it all for me in the end,
You´re my earth, my sky, my sea, & my eternal friend.

THERE IS A TIME:



There is a time to weep,
There is a time to leap,
There is a time to sleep,
There is a time to retreat.

The time to weep is for love´s lost past,
The time to leap is for joys that last,
The time to sleep is for dream´s blissful hand,
The time to retreat is for a broken golden band.

DREAMLAND:



Clouds of once-upon-a-time drift through my mind,
Lagoons of lace, seas of crystal, muddy pools turn to ice,
Limbs of mother, sticky new babe with love entwined,
Pan on his pipes, Bacchus aflame, Diana of the woods entice,
The hunter crouches, the deer falls upon the laughing stone,
The trout lazily weeps without knowing why,
Run gypsy boy, it´s not easy, but try to find your home,
Dove ribbons glide pinkly as Venus beckons from the sky,
Afraid of the dark, of death, of sleep divine,
Candy floss, milkshakes & lollipops sweet I see,
A fiesta of joy, celebrated & sublime,
I see it all, my past behind sunset lid & they see me not.

SUMMER´S END:



The moon melts the ice in her glass,
She gazes at her hopes down the side,
Knowing that it is the last of summer,
As the sun casts orange shadows in her mind,
And the wind laughed in her face.

Friday 6 July 2012

MUSIC:



Play me the flute of life´s repute,
Of all that´s good, of love & compassion,
The music of all that´s beyond refute,
Of loves platonic & those of passion.

Play me the sitar of gentle chantings,
Of all that´s faith & all that´s God,
Of the gentle earth & all our plantings,
Of life in water, sky & humble sod.

Play me the drums of ancestors old,
Of all who have passed & those to come,
Resounding messages of nations bold,
Echoing past the moon into the arms of the sun.

Play me the lute, guitar, mandolin, penny-whistle,
Pluck me, strum me & beat me the tune,
Serenade the rose, the oak, the wind-blown thistle,
So all may dance beneath the crystal moon.

But of all the symphonies I wish to hear,
Is that of your voice, now long gone,
Listening with my heart & not my ear,
Lingering in my soul, your eternal song.

Monday 2 July 2012

VALENTINE:



I´m your woman & you are my man,
Tools in Deity´s masterful plan,
In this temporary life, we have been lent,
Molded in unending firmament,
We drift as wind touching the sun,
Kiss as the foam & shore, together as one,
As Neptune swims & Pegasus flies,
Our love, as their legends, never dies,
As the tide cannot live without the sea,
I was born for you & you for me,
Endless as the desert dune,
Powerful as the ghostly moon,
As life´s roots born to entwine,
Be my forever Valentine.

Sunday 1 July 2012

SOUL:



LISTEN:
IT HEARS:
The tiptoeing gecko upon the window pane,
The silent screams of the gentle mute giraffe,
The coming of the floods before the first falling rain,
The smile of the unborn & the dead´s soundless laugh,
The desert dunes that quietly shift & glister,
The sun´s smile, the dewdrop´s birth & stars that blink,
The soft unheard voice of the moon-moth´s whisper,
The night snails chewing & the sipping of the birds as she dips & drinks,
It´s the soul.

SEEING:
IT SEES:
The unseen heat as it slowly burns & blisters,
The hour of unknown dying for one & all,
The womb within, knowing if holds brothers or sisters,
The distance judged before we stumble & fall,
The diamonds embraced beneath earth´s disguise,
The air riddled with chorus of unheard sounds,
The hidden treasures that betray men’s eyes,
The reasoning deep within the minds of hounds,
It ´s the soul.

SMELLS:
IT SMELLS:
The aroma of a day´s breath of fresh air,
The essence of life & the aura of man,
The odour of death, when stripped down bare,
The distant perfume of God´s vast plan,
The scents of waters in mountain streams,
The wafting air of the drifting kiss,
The tantalizing breath of exotic dreams,
The passing aromas of the ones we miss,
It´s the soul.

TASTE:
IT TASTES:
The almighty heaven & it´s manna sent,
The raindrops on drought´s thirsty plain,
The teardrops of the mother as she wept & bent,
The blood in the veins as it screeched in pain,
The uneaten morsel of the hungry child,
The promised kiss of the soldier dead,
The fruitless hunt of the prowling & wild,
The un-tasted flavours within your wary head,
It´s the soul.

TOUCH:
IT TOUCHES:
The softness of the angel’s wings,
The velvet cheek of the babe unborn,
The voice of the spider, as unheard, it sings,
The un-written page of love that is ripped & torn,
The heart as it lives & walks this earth,
The map of our destiny, as yet unseen,
The life & death from our very birth,
The very essence of all we’ve yet to glean,
It´s the soul.

SOUL:
The soul listens to all we do not want to hear,
The soul sees all we do not know is near,
The soul smells all non-existent perfumes,
The soul tastes nectar beyond tongues un-attuned,
The soul touches the un-touchable realm,
All un-reachable while we´re at the helm,
Listen-see-taste-touch your soul of old,
And you´ll unlock treasures abound & yet untold,
It´s the soul.


WE AS THE VINE:



In fertile soil, plump, fruitful, juicy & sweet,
Succulent, suspended from life´s strong bough,
Safe beneath heaven´s warm ripening orb,
We as the vine, clinging in love, digging in our feet.

Drought arrives, bringing slow cruel dying,
Love like the grape, dries, wrinkles & is sorely scorched,
Shriveled, clinging desperately to hope,
Weeping tears of wine in futile crying.

Will rain-filled clouds burst & save the hour?
In time to ripen our entwining bond & fruitful trust?
To bring forth lasting maturity & glinting heights?
Or will love die & the wine turn sour?