A cloud's embraced the Moon
A current's drained the reef
Gospel's in the ghetto
Where they struggle to believe
Diamonds beneath the pavement
Where garbage rots in piles
One step beyond the concrete
Leaves a thousand miles behind
I'm singing on a corner
Five strings and broken blues
A long forgotten crooner
Amongst the human refuse
Singing into any ear
The insane and the blind
Inviting them to enter here
And leave the thousand miles behind
A collection of musings, poems, writing and other eccentricities scattered throughout a life time.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Water Man
Each poem is about you
and every song a
different point of view
of how you move or
breathe or dream ...
It's always
about you
I'm a water man
the sea runs through
my blood
Moons
steer my tides
my days and nights my
emotions and my moods
I knew you ...
I knew you before
I kissed you
wrote for you or
screwed you
Can you see
it through? Coz ...
it's empty without you.
The wind is running
from the North
swells are breaking
down the point
Salt stings
cracking lips
I barely hear the voice,
I whisper my choice
You,
so beautiful and broken
A storm of ryhme and chaos
at the centre of my ocean
I have lived a life
sifting shifting sand,
always about you
I am a waterman
and every song a
different point of view
of how you move or
breathe or dream ...
It's always
about you
I'm a water man
the sea runs through
my blood
Moons
steer my tides
my days and nights my
emotions and my moods
I knew you ...
I knew you before
I kissed you
wrote for you or
screwed you
Can you see
it through? Coz ...
it's empty without you.
The wind is running
from the North
swells are breaking
down the point
Salt stings
cracking lips
I barely hear the voice,
I whisper my choice
You,
so beautiful and broken
A storm of ryhme and chaos
at the centre of my ocean
I have lived a life
sifting shifting sand,
always about you
I am a waterman
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Suitcase
You've travelled North
Up to the coast
For a week
Of Sun and sea
You smiled and said
A well earned rest was
Your itinerary
When you unpacked
Your luggage you
Were dismayed to see
The suitcase you
Had carefully packed
Was full of misery
Your little pouch of magic
Is buried in a pit
You wish that it was with you
But you can live without it
What you need most to carry
You have with you there
A suitcase full of misery
And a heart full of despair
Up to the coast
For a week
Of Sun and sea
You smiled and said
A well earned rest was
Your itinerary
When you unpacked
Your luggage you
Were dismayed to see
The suitcase you
Had carefully packed
Was full of misery
Your little pouch of magic
Is buried in a pit
You wish that it was with you
But you can live without it
What you need most to carry
You have with you there
A suitcase full of misery
And a heart full of despair
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Rubble and Faith
In shrouds of mist
a silvery light burns,
calls me from home
through the twists
and the turns.
Rubble and faith
shift under my tread;
the road is a mystery
to both living and dead.
A Moonless night;
all I can see
is what faint starlight
reveals to me.
Beyond the next step
deep darkness is cast
and blackness swallows
the tracks of my past.
Unwaveringly I focus
on the shining light;
melting the mist;
splitting the night;
calling me forward,
ever on;
my ears are filled by
a Siren's song.
I do not fear
or falter my step;
I turn my mind from
pain and regret.
I open my heart,
fix my gaze
and walk blindly into
the darkness and haze.
a silvery light burns,
calls me from home
through the twists
and the turns.
Rubble and faith
shift under my tread;
the road is a mystery
to both living and dead.
A Moonless night;
all I can see
is what faint starlight
reveals to me.
Beyond the next step
deep darkness is cast
and blackness swallows
the tracks of my past.
Unwaveringly I focus
on the shining light;
melting the mist;
splitting the night;
calling me forward,
ever on;
my ears are filled by
a Siren's song.
I do not fear
or falter my step;
I turn my mind from
pain and regret.
I open my heart,
fix my gaze
and walk blindly into
the darkness and haze.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Oases
Shifting sand and moving time
There are places, blue oases
I take my mind
Troubles, trials and other cares
haunt my life; trouble and strife
they cannot enter there
No restriction, no boundaries
I free, what I wish to be
There, nothing touches me
The oases spread, the desert flowers
Precious schemes, towering dreams
are the products of their power
Still, clear water; perfect peace
In silent contemplation; deep, deep meditation
I travel to oases
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