I grow tired, weary in fact
looking into
the heart of loneliness
I shiver and buckle
at the knees

left alone I am spinning
looking into
an abyss of despair
I am swallowed
as glass tears shatter

birds of paradise
lay dead
the sunrise refuses
to shine
the orchid declines
to grow

beauty has taken a day off
and I am again alone

Love teases
flirting pleases
games excite
passion ignites
unspoken desire
mind on fire
beautiful fantasy
make reality
absolute bliss
sealed with a kiss

Lone piper playing the sun’s rays away,
It stirs the many that are graced today,
To hear of his sorrow being there alone.
Though he is not, the sound strikes home

A love torn youth who’s tears will fall,
As a single note on his ears heard call
That he should tend to his lady love so
Her heart breaking, she had let him know

That troubles had sculled about her door,
her father’s wrath she could take no more
The mournful call of the piper's play
Touched her ear as she left that day

this fierce uneasy day

viciously hot
best left to dogs
paddling frightened dreams in dust
flat beneath my trees

somewhere smoke clouds mound
bruised orange, black and filthy brown
battered giants' fists-
of destruction

as the bush burns

I hear sirens
wailing frantic paths through roads
and tracks
congealed by terror and black ash-

everyone is leaving

a thin bell
speaks
against
a chime

cultural crimes
in modern
times

boltish bluish
what do you say
of bolts

where from heaven
they like missiles are fired
where on earth is it not a blue circle
the sea
the horizon
distant ocean
the Nile
the nails
all indicate the bluishness of creation
soft serene calm
also inter woven with a tinge

The monster speaks
my humour reeks
outward bile leaks
somewhere it peaks
downward it streaks
apologise, I'm meek

Today so hot so hot so hot
I lay in bed and thought,
Get up? Not.
Allowing the warm breeze to caress
My naked body without stress
I had some dreams I will not share
Though you know that I would dare.

My epitaph will be, I promise
“I’m glad I didn’t spend
more time at the office”

Oh; Beware!
The scandalousity of the acidicly,
addictively, seductiveness;

that surrounds the basic winter of your malcontent!

Cold
cannot be defined by words
from the skies of this dimension;

yet that same and exact dimension possesses the finesse
to coerce
your breathing inside the clouds to ease

and believe in a comfort, from a language of fools!

Pitiful,
the plight

of the sorrowfully motivated people.

There can never
be any gain from a pain that prefers to leave....

Out of the thousands of physical miles.
Comes a thought,
The thought crossed the time and distance.
Faster than light.

Held within that thought is a woman,
That has been all that a woman could be.
Then some.

I walked the dusty path and peered into her ways.
In there was a mother, who's light was a beautiful blue.
This is the best of all colours for a light to be.

I shielded my eyes
Lest I should take some of that light myself.
This would garner my own Spirit’s ways.