Soft and unprepared,

I am tired and I am scared,

I want to press pause,

to insert a sanity clause,

I am truly yours,

all cruel and wicked tongue,

though it is with you I belong,

the sharp moments of gravity,

provide the clarity for me to see,


Like a painter,

you shocked my senses,

vivid sharp colours,

shine in the bleak sky,

weightless immersion,

floating in warm waters,

the comfort of your approval,

 solid wooden antiquities,

the character of time.

Harm’s Way

Children, mothers, grandparents and lovers,

arms dealers laugh loudly in  a smokey room,

whiskey, vodka, champagne and cocaine,

cannabis on the roll,

playing in the background, war zone TV,

let’s toast,

that is life,

that is nature,

if not me then them,

life moves slowly on,

in time each one disappears,

some painfully and a few without any discomfort,

replaced by another,

a louder laugh,

a different drink,

occasionally the same,

different drugs,

occasionally the same,

do your job right,

do your job well,

or spend an eternity,

wasted in hell,




Reading my poem Vicious

Wild Wind Poetry Reading

Black Earth Roots Reading

Wild Wind

As the wild wind blows across my being,

the lies, the cries and all the foreseeing,

my consciousness is left behind,

I am now elements,

I feel the rain on my face,

as I walk through this rugged beautiful place,

the warmth, the reminders,

the receptive eccentric,

that loves to dance,









She ran through his veins, like a mighty raging torrent,

Manners, mannerisms all abhorrent,

She struck, she decided,

He and his worlds all collided,

Like the clean, cool air after a storm,

Through her depictions he was reborn,

She tore at his timid beast,

Until actions, like a bird released,

All settled and withered away,

Waiting for another perfect time of day,

For her to reach out and have her say,

History and her lessons,

Help us decide the way,

Youthful Delusions

I retreated

Backed away

Closed the shop

Shut up for the day

This time I had nothing to say


Where once youth bubbled

Stone cold expressions

Vacant, abstract conclusions

The heartache of youthful delusions


The moment as deep as you can perceive,

time stands more than still,

beautiful as the cool night,

gentle summer Sun,

deep delicate colours,

rugged and wild,

natural delight, an Integrated Learning Ltd Website
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