Precision

You are my vision,

my heart, fire and soul,

you guide my decision,

 

 

 

Snow in the Lake District

A misty mountain range in the Lake District

 

On a misty mountain top,

eternal time together,

every moment precious,

You are with me and I am with you,

thankful,

beautiful changing scenery,

vivid striking landscapes,

too many choices,

instant selections,

voices,

conflicting but kind,

slowly conversing, concisely in her mind,

snow covered Lake District mountains,

a Pig’s head appears,

bacon and fears,

valleys,

rivers,

out to the ocean,

a potion,

a cocktail,

relief from the pain,

engineered for comfort and safety,

because I love you,

 

Pressure

Pressure applied,

stress evoked,

fresh air,

turning to smoke,

backs turned to suffering and pain,

leaders chosen,

destiny delegated,

care relegated,

keep together, hold the line,

let them through and slaughter a few,

now I sit and listen,

the dinosaur dawn chorus,

I fear you, I have to respect you,

not because I want to,

but because I do not want to die,

not now, not ever,

I ask them who was the first?

the first what? they say,

the first to kill to eat?

you know the past-time so many repeat,

they replied with a pause,

a shake of the beak,

they said, even the herbivores have to compete,

your ambition, your approach,

you have shaped for some time,

man made measures of infinity,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Accommodation

The engineer built the tools he drew,

the doctor treated the pain, the actor was able to explain,

She modelled it on me and I was inspired by you,

you can deny it,

but isolation may not be for you,

mutual accommodation,

how we get along,

tolerance does not mean silence,

silence does not mean ignorance,

Palette

Palette

 

I mix my oil paints and pour them upon the canvas,

warm Spring mornings,

I texture the paint so you may feel the story with your hands,

Summer afternoons,

the shapes are driven by my imagination and mood,

the dashing colours of Autumn,

the image appears like unsuspecting rhymes in a new poem,

the bleak tranquillity of Winter, 

a mixture of virtues,

 

 

 

 

 

 

A part

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You do not stand alone,

I am with you, solidarity,

no number could quantify the bond between you and me,

stand up, walk-on, dance, be free,

you always help,

you always remind me,

you always carry me,

you always help me,

time  and oceans between us but we are not apart,

you are firmly fixed  in my heart.

motion, art and all creations,

I don’t take a single direction,

action,  decision,

without consulting you,

you may not be here but that is true.

I can’t demonstrate and I can’t articulate, your precious value,

you are loved by me and will be for eternity,

I, my and me

I, my and me and a futile obsession with immortality,

Clay

She moulded his broken and beaten soul into fine form with her firm gold hands,

Now he stands by her side sturdy as a boulder facing out to sea,

Tranquillity in the early hours.

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Content smiling spirits passed through the night sky,

lifting the dark curtain allowing a red glow to sweep over the earth,

air began to stir, warm mixing with cold,

the landscape revealed itself.

the dark earth began to warm.

tentative tranquillity in the early hours.

Today

Today I will take time to wipe the sadness from my eyes.

Today I would like to breath again,

Let my corpse regrow it’s flesh to a healthy degree,

I will wash myself in the healing salt of the sea,

I will climb the mountain I have learn’t to love,

and wave peacefully at the friendly dove,

These moments, warm, cosy, cool and delightful moments,

I will own everything today, every piece of earth I walk on I will respect,

I will not overlook the smallest of detail,

I will tread carefully through this precious land,

I will meet hatred with force and crush it with love, sharp answers and intelligent suggestions,

We are not alone, our elements dance together.