Time and again when I close my eyes
Morpheus decides to carry me
To a familiar place a cliff, white rocks
An endless sea, afore me reflecting
Refracting light beams in all directions
Whilst to my sight there is just … CONTINUE READING »
Quenched longings
My surroundings seem to attune
To my inclinations wishes desires
As if all followed an harmonic tune
By me composed orchestrated conducted,
Instilling in me an idea of transcendental equity
Whilst the light I shine returns to me as gentle… CONTINUE READING »
Ariocarpus Cactus
There is a certain care we devote
To things that tickle our fancy and raise
Our curiosity erecting passions.
I see it in the way you wash and change
Before drizzling water upon your cactuses
Speak to them and watch … CONTINUE READING »
Mr Orange
This morning I peeled your skin, naked
red flesh blood slithered along my fingers
to my wrists, scrutinising your veining
for an instant of distraction I followed
the fall of a plummeting drop,
onto my middle toe painted in pink … CONTINUE READING »
Meletao
Beguiling wilderness mountains glow
A myriad shades of green shamrock
Parakeet and pear, mesmerising
A limited sight yet absorbed
By eager spirits striving to behold
The infinite spectrum invisible to naked eyes
Of which vibrations echo nonetheless
Within nerves and … CONTINUE READING »
Meletao
Beguiling wilderness mountains glow
A myriad shades of green shamrock
Parakeet and pear, mesmerising
A limited sight yet absorbed
By eager spirits striving to behold
The infinite spectrum invisible to naked eyes
Of which vibrations echo nonetheless
Within nerves and … CONTINUE READING »
When silence is my word
I was told long ago that I should worry
when words are spoken no more.
That until one seeks to express ones feelings
explain ones points of view one cares,
and that only when one surrenders gives up
on another … CONTINUE READING »
Knocking on the Madhouse Door
“Let us in, let us in!” cried the sane
banging fists on the colossal doors
of the mental institute as strong
as they could until blood drooled
from open scars, looking back
in fright and horror “Let us in
before … CONTINUE READING »
Knocking on the Madhouse Door
“Let us in, let us in!” cried the sane
banging fists on the colossal doors
of the mental institute as strong
as they could until blood drooled
from open scars, looking back
in fright and horror “Let us in
before … CONTINUE READING »
Baby Come to Sleep
I do not ignore you in my silence rest assure
I am most probably thinking of you, or
Maybe of me with you, secretly confabulating
Upon reasons meanings feelings. My mind
I won’t confess, is audaciously attempting
To convince me … CONTINUE READING »