Listen closely and hear
To know what the dawn needs
Tired eyes and a drifting thought
You must be astronaut sat upon God’s knees
Closer to hear
What the colors of dawn needs
Poppyseed fields at the foot of a valley
The crimson of God’s teeth
Wednesday 29th September 2021 6:58 pm
The tree that carries many memories of the act of love faith and sacrifices through the blood that will cleanse the ground of the tree and its memories of the thing that has past
The tree that surrounds them are few but many cost at a great burden of wisdom guidance through a test of faith through the trial of strength through the heart mind body and soul
Many may hide many may run many may ...
Saturday 14th August 2021 6:24 am
The valley of the light equal shadow of truth an love through the darkest moment
Fear is a great divider and the greatest enemy are through fear of our mind and body
Let rain cleanse the darkness through the tear of joy and laughter and love
The fear of love is the admitting to your heart calling
The love of fear teaches us to be careful and open-minded to are surrounding through 5 s...
Thursday 5th August 2021 10:51 pm
On the outside of this curtain there many beauty of the soft velvet an the Line in it but the beautiful thing is not what we can see, feel, hear , smell,or touch but this curtain contain many beauty through it
The most radiance thing in this curtain is the memory it hold from thw year it been there asorbing the memory like water on a beach
There beauty of it lye behind the most painful thing...
Thursday 22nd July 2021 12:13 am
The phantom of the past is a memory of the day that were loat in flame of understanding an love an grief
the phantom of the past is a shadow the haunt you from the memory you never let go of
the phantom of the past is a poison of the few an many thing that are hard to swallow
the phantom of the past is a keeper of learning through the ashe of mistake an power of it hold you to
Saturday 17th July 2021 6:02 am
There was a house on my memory
It was my grandmother’s house
Special and humble Refuge
Where siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends
found cold water, warm food and hot coffee.
The house was big and unfinished
Witness of a better and unknown past
Reminder of happy times
When we used to dream
in the same time zone.
I remember smells, sounds and flavors
Tuesday 9th February 2021 9:24 pm
More and more
my thoughts turn to you
so aware of time
I’m the age now
that you were
when the pair of you parted
you got that rented house
on the edge of town
We’d stay at weekends
watching winter’s tide sweep in
standing in the falling snow
the garden and the fields disappearing
said ‘throw another log on the fire’
said ‘dad, your house is cold’
At fifteen, I was nothing
Monday 9th December 2019 6:01 pm
Strange smelling, mustard brown moth-eaten chair, where Grandad sat on a Sunday afternoon after lamb with all the trimmings.
Like a heaving ancient giant, with his mouth ready to catch flies and glasses knocked to one side, he snores and wheezes, his tongue sissing like a snake.
With a choo choo train I fly around and scream and crash and wallop into everything; as Acti...
Saturday 24th June 2017 5:41 pm
When my mother was alive
Our home was like a bee hive
Full of nector of life
An friendly faces
Now that she is gone,
And as time races
Relationships previously healthy And warm,
Fall to mistrust and harm
Like a string binding beads together
Mothers bring people close to one-another.
Tuesday 21st March 2017 9:42 pm
New born, away from home
Strip back, left aside
Brother of mine
Met at the age of five
Father’s ‘son’ was heard in whispers
Mothers dead but I see a mother
This is your ‘mum’
Mums at home, not my mum
Age of 10
She ain’t his mother
Want to tell him – kept in silence
His mother? My mum?
None of ours
Brother from another mother?
Indeed, he knew so too
But the women he calls...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:32 pm
I see you
with sensual sense
like the Na'vi.
Hungry for your love
yet I let your absence starve me.
Living on the spiritual sustenance of memory,
Sliced on loose lips
drunk on truth and Hennesy.
I see you
as I raise a glass to the departed...
to my departure from your life.
How can I tell my lover I'll literally travel oceans to be at her bedside
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:41 pm