Poetry

A small collection of poems written from 1981 - 2008.

I have never published any of these works. And only a very, very few people
have ever read them.

Writing is very personal.

I have written for years - just for myself.

I also have stolen some shots to quickly illustrate where the words came
from - these pictures are from all over the web - apologies to the
owners - up front - and thank you.

mose

The Storm

The storm has ended.
Are the clouds pretend?
Life without meaning,
world without end.

My time has come,
They wake me from sleep.
This fog is deafening,
the water is deep.

Watch the tide break
As the moon glows a path.
We walked and reflected.
A better existence

Not now to forsake
Slowly... Surely...
And never give up
We are strong together.

The Phantom

There seems to be no sign that counts
A place we go rest - assured
That all can be free and desire nothing
Hating you and me takes no skill
I’ll love you forever and more......

You bore cildren that will grow
Without me and because of me
I read where they put the Boot away
And where all my friends have gone to stay
Need we say more......

Cleanser of soul and magic lamp of needless worry
Do you feel as sad as I, or even worse
Anytime we think - we cry - to say the least
I want not to turn back the hands of time, only to heal again
Is that so very hard......

I've cried enough for all of us
Do you see the light - have they seen him - my son
And I hope they do for your sake
You will need me later to guide you and help you
I sit in hell hoping you will have me then
No one knows the pain not that I hurt alone
But that I swear it gets no worse
The only resit is sleep - if I can

Be still my little one
I have you - I miss you and I want you
Distractions are not enough to ease the mind
There are not enough hours, days or weeks to create
The offset of the wounds

The gold sun rose with you and set with you when you lelt
Only God knows the heart that is broken
It seems unfair to somehow live this way
I am numb - no feeling but pain
If my wish for death should come, I would still be restless
My hell is here on erth
I can bleed no more as I'm only man

This trial and cross the images of religion scourge my soul and punish me; for untruths and indescretions have left us dismembered and broken

The Trip

i rode through - today a forest
the sweet smell of bark and moss
a hanging vine a fern a leaf

most of all i sensed a peace

i rode through - today a town
many things - going on
people places - hustle bustle

but most of all i saw them all

i rode through - today a lifetime
not just a petty one
vibrant and bold
not limp or cold

most of all - a real one

At Times

At times we sit

As shapeless as the fears

Those we felt throughout the years

Cogniscent of the times misspent

Diligently paying homage

To gods and idolity

Built out of tears

A waste to not spend

Your time wisely

Not alone but with oneself

Your own best friend

When all is lost - maybe they are back

Who can reminisce or recall

Contagious as it may seem

Love pervades - yet not at all

It is a dream - a moonlit scene

This stage seems ready

But not for me

My play starts not

Children

Do we fail our children?
when we don't do something to help ourselves.
Do we have answers?
if they ask why, who, what and how.
Do we see clearly?
as darkness looms and covers.
Do we tell lies?
to all who listen - and those that don't.
Do we start trouble?
could we help those who ask - instead of hate.
Does this make a difference?
if we want it to.
Now?

Trust

all things you told me are lies to the end

you stated that you loved me but what I wanted was a friend

I cry for independence but end up in desolation

I wanted held and counsel

I needed trust and love cloaked in desperation

pain relentless

a push as good as a shove

Man

The conscious effects of man's waking hours

beliefs that're attained

respectability that's earned

Passion and life - sought but not ours

Reminds me of a short dream undreamt

Closing the books

putting away all the deeds

chores never finished

duties unperformed

(Roles and models fashioned to satisfy needs)

Shuns my respect of life - unlived

The Dream

Suppose you sat and said no more
And I was not to see
You wouldn't give me much recourse
Your saviour I will not be

Dark, blunt shadows - that creep so slowly
remove the features that I now recall
Never before have I felt this lowly
A mite, a germ, a cretin so small

Arrows and spears
Pierce and cut
All my armour's gone
My steed no more.

Resist

Concepts are born not stored

The chips will fall

But they may

Synapse of propane not to replace

But slow down

Justa life

Justa life now

We are not the answer

Could you be

Can you see

My side - or back

Whatever

Glide smooth

Dust upon my shoes

When will you know

Justa life

Justa life now

We are not the answer

Alone

Confiscated and locked away
The locks the curls have gone today
A short stay - was just a tease
Left alone - tried hard to please

My vulnerability is peaking out
Left unguarded and hanging out
Open to slings and arrows
Joni says ...
But unprotected and moreover...dead

This could be the last time I write
The end of words
And no more fight
I'm so fucking tired of drivel written
The paper's empty
The body's riddled
Overindulgent shit and mire
Not read not written...just tired.

K-Mart, Wall-Mart

If there's an edge - to which we place all balances
Check yourself
remember the anonymity
A reckless abandon will only fail all who see and -
Those that don't will remember me.
Choosing leaves so many things out
The one chosen - the fat one left - were you the one
Yes you my fat friend
Groggy you may be, but not asleep
Contemplating existence reminds and renders all helpless
'Cept those who are left as buy-standers
Shoppers - shoppers all scream to be free sheep
Not a moment to lose - but many to waste.

Three Stars in a Row

Communards' tunes remind me of a still black night
Crisp and shattered a shimmering light

Stars in a row - the utmost feat
Sitting and drinking the midnight heat

Creation looms over the rest of the species
Cartoon animals and broken treaties

A special dawn awaits to be seen
From the lonely planet that was so green

La dolce vita would never return
To the star that will shortly burn

Encounters and misfits the only ones witness
To the hypocrisy of nature the remainder are lifeless

Show me the stars that sit in a row
Touch the boy staring and just let him know

The time to react and blaze on in glory
He will be here creating heroes for stories

A neighbour to pain the relentless worry
causing the human to rest not - but hurry

A slight deviation - a radical turn
A moment of doubt, nothing yet has been learned

But never rely on the whims of the sky
Three stars in a row - no reason - just why.

Pussy

Close encounters betwixt the mind

Salivate and satiate all mankind

Credo, bleed o'wonderous time

Ne'ry a whisper - sister - just go

Clippings, drippings - sipping weeping

Cling so close to me

Poised to pounce and eat away

Gnaw and tear your tiger's share

Fat and full you sleep repose

The fatted cat - drowsing

The Game

a sky must be seen
to appreciate light
a child is taken into the night
no fires are burning
hear, at the edge
mothers and sisters
friends without courage
and pals to the end

the heat is not purposely
caused for us alone
no man's an island
no house a home
can we tell he difference
between love and hate
a sorry man's broken
a child has to wait

tears break the silence
and glisten and scream
I hear people moaning
I feel people scream
hundreds trapped inside us
won't let them go
my mind is so fucked up
I won't let it show
I'm battered and beaten
cold and alone
ice is not hot - and fire is not cold

they wait and plan unconsciously
maybe it's me who plots and pines
maybe it's me who stews and whines
they say things that don't mean much
words - or less
good intentions I thought

who the hell is being used
me - the kids - or maybe you
nice ty I say - you fool
right now you win, but not for long

I win one fight
you win one round
just a battle not the war
can you keep score

my-oh-my aren't we a sight
don't know what's wrong or right
animosity seems to be the order of the day
I wish I knew what was your play
chess is just a game
and kings and queens don't bleed
where's the board, the knights, the rooks
you can't hurt woods

Groundwork

A pause, a thought reverse the plot
Subject and clause clear - yet not
Baffled and rhymed in and out of time
Bedazzled by prose tight but not taught

Could there be scenes that are never seen
Or reasons so devious and senses so keen
That hunters are shaken and judges mistaken
Too much is buried - must never be seen

A handful of style remains the last link
Shattered companions left there to think
Quasi-human remains and dust never settles
Mettle and armour pushed to the brink

Candle cantatas and moonlight sonatas
Gave way to heaving sighs, shocks and trauma
"A little too late!" says the arch rival laughing
Made farcical, whimsical yet a brilliant life drama

Curse the air, the water, the space
A gallant effort must have taken place
To reap the best harvest and toil the rich land
Separates the rest of us from the true race

If ever a notion was carried away
If ever a carrier motioned my way
There wasn't a nobler vision to see
But the passionate, majestic, red clay

Bet

Clear and simple this life of ours
Directions straight and true
We steal and cheat-away the hours
There's not much left to do

An old man sitting quietly
Reposed and acquiesced
His mind closed he will not see
He longs to be made at rest

A curious drama
As life unfolds
We watch, as if TV

My mind has stories yet untold
My route much still to see

Will the players who we pay to act
Perform a lasting role

The cards are played, the deck is stacked
The shooter keeps the roll

An ancient story has been spun for you
Some say it isn't true
I say to those who trusteth not
A terse, yet fond adieu

Love - I - Love

Well, I've never felt better - I say to myself
As I was about to fall asleep
All things are done - I said to myself
And now to do them right
My focus has changed to the future
An eagerness I thought was lost
The old dogs still can play and still have life
Enough to give to you
A modicum of pleasure
But one thing still stands true
A man's life but still, a moment in time
Can only be measured in requiem

So, as I said to myself - I've never felt better
As I was about to fall asleep
Let the sleeping dogs lie...
And lie they will - I said to myself
But not this one - all things are done

I said to myself - I've never felt better

PS. an aside to all ... Descriptions and definitions all have there places. But never define or describe love. Love gives hope to despair and glee to sorrow, because love is the only way to procure and secure tomorrow.