Latest Poetry

Art, music, and dance openly projects it, only verbal report restricts its true expression Occuring at the point of awareness when inherent purity has not yet been lost in the extrapolation of words, some of our sensoric experiences, especially while in unspoilt Nature's quiet repose, seem to become discernible a priori to cognition? Spiritual emanations, that truth would say, preclude explanation especially divine intepretation; belonging conceivably, to impenetrable depths, from ancient mythos, to modern mystique, eliciting enzymatic euphoria. Nature will always retain some unintelligible phenomena, but will humanity ever be able to throw off its pre-enlightenment mental-wanderings, explicable ...

The soul shines through the eyes, and nothing can exclude its beauty, radiant and forever young and true in honesty and straight integrity of timeless worth and durability. Let us remain thus as companions on the timeless path of destiny towards no end but always forward as the best of friends forever. That is the most precious gift that never can be wasted: trust in the trustworthiness of two united hearts that found each other ...

You offered me a glimpse of paradise, and I was struck with wonder, awe and worship of a perfectly ideal place to live, with hanging gardens on the roof and close to nature, although still in town, with space and air to breathe and freedom without limits with no ghosts in any cupboard, no hangovers, nothing dark, just openness and friendliness; and such a home you offered me. How could I possibly accept? I had ...

It's not the words, It's the experience; The sky, unlike the stars, If taken away from those Three letters, it is the Limitless roof, day and night Over our heads; Likewise, if I'd take God Away from the scriptures,  I'd have a different  Experience of godhead ...

while in cryptic mode - Pic.: no © With movement and feeling filling freshly-dredged ponds and shiny new sluice-gates holding resupply barges heavily laden with precious cargo ready fabulous journeys could begin again back through eternal time’s finest traces Old faces flowing together like frog spawn each a staring eye in a distant bubble from the past, no more, no less younger and earlier until that debut at dawn when the first shooting star zoomed aloft as ...

Born To Die (Warning may offend). We are born to die within that murky truth we fly. But inside we lie. Wings of clay carry us away. People search for a god begotten by a will to live. Struth….. they try to escape the truth! Six million Jews…. Pogrom after Pogrom century after century against the Jews. Srebrenica…. Syria and Iraq. Covid. Afghanistan and the poor lost Congo. Thousands of children… Disease and early deaths ...

I wrote this before he left us, personally I'm still devastated. He was more than a song writer, like Bob Dylan he was a poet too, a man of words, one of the greatest. I've never understood the self destructive way of irelands greats. But I think Fairytale of New York will still be played decades from now. RIP Shane MacGowan.  Homage to Shane Macgowan I saw a pot of gold Sitting slumped by the ...

As a revelation from above you suddenly appear as some kind of godsend in the substitution of all dear ones that I lost, as by some kind of universal law that losses never can be suffered without karmic compensations in one way or another. Even you, they say, have suffered hardships, and we might thereby find in each other some kind of a recompense and complement each other, which we both might need. Thus a ...

Moving away drags it all out!  - pic, no © Musing over rogue thoughts floating free in the brain while travelling fast forwards backwards has a cleansing effect that's strangely pleasing As panoramic scenery rapidly recedes thoughts become sucked into the narrowing narrative till they disappear from view For purging the mind of delinquent ideas that have broken loose from character and plot staring out from a freight train caboose functions best Goth:2023  Travelling on British Rail for a few days! ...

How often does it happen that you suddenly are served with the existence of an unknown cousin who proves more than like a friend but even like a twin and sister? Once in your life at most, and there could hardly be a moment more fantastic, precious, sweet and priceless than a union of such kind of souls of the same vein of equal wavelengths to perfection. Love is not the word for such unique ...

What is it that keeps dropping, Falling away from its source? The original fabric looser, less complete, Yet vivid, original, distinct, Thinned to transparency except In the tumult of falling Straight to the bottom under gravity’s rule: Conditions that are set, evolved to, Some fools name progress As if the vast mechanics of space Lent an ear to suffering or the illusion of suffering; Nothing more than a chasm, Tumbling, misting spray, an aura, Crystalline ...

As long as I can breathe I’d want to live I believe I can live A thought that gives me reprieve Doing the chores  Studying more as I mature  Painting life under a tree Writing a requiem, a poem  Amid camaraderie Or in the middle of animosity I’d perform live wherever life is, Maybe at ease or with unease This body with its weight It may not be worth the wait The organs may hum ...

we may not have a future we have a past you run for the days ahead we break on the lines read oh candlelight I saved you from the wind, and you are burning my fingers  rivers perpetually thirsty to meet the seas waters die, come back with renewed energy fire in the wood butter in the milk water in the clouds butterfly in a caterpillar adult in a child we cannot see they're borne ...

Like the law of gravity there's this law of energy, the former is visible the latter we cannot see both are infallible; the gift of forgiveness energizes, liberates the giver the receiver at times, unaware; to use high-energy words from dawn to dusk is the most sincere task to change our world; gratitude, acceptance to top the list complain, intolerance low-energy words make no sense  to say the least ...

is always the last stage for those who remain My muse, now you’re no more than a beautiful presence freed from all pain and anguish will your possession of me observing in ethereal silence help me find my way? What was lost that day if not love’s immortal elixir sensuality’s precious vitality? You know I’m aware, your nature ever young, ever gracious will remain as the best in me Goth:2023 ...