Safe landing

I've landed on my feet
like i always knew
demons fought scars earned
while love and passion quietly burned

Spring cleaning…

Restless hopeless pitless
senseless bile
spits and spewes
acid in water
turning my insides out
the empire of nothingness
spring cleaning
a fresh start
the annual churnover…

a different drummer

Let them be heroes let them rule
Let them be winners and the harbinger of joy
Let them display the medals of true love and happiness
and bear the flags and the badges that such honour bestow
let them be the children of fate and the chosen ones
For this is not your homeland…

the dog that refused me on marine drive last night

Black and white and eyes so bright
A brother a friend a kindred sprite
A pack of fun on four quick paws
A slice of heaven for those few hours

Temples of Cambodia

Hidden in roots and lost in time
haunting flutes and cowbell chimes
blackstone sandstone crumbling structures
come together with reason and rhyme

Shadows can pinch

Shadows are painful
you can’t hold onto them
they dance around to torture
and remind you of all
Shadows hint at what was
and tease with what could have been
they keep the yearnings burning
and the unseen windows clean

Born unborn, oblivious and calm
Open to the big outdoors
A happy light, unaware, unknown, clean as slate washed clean
Don’t shadow it, don’t colour it
Even if you fear for it

The world is perfect, always have been
Its faith that seems to be wavering
Cutting, and measuring, pondering and planning
It doesn’t need all this tailoring

All will be well, there is no other way
And if there is a better one…tis on its way