Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Choose anything.


God Good earth bad
Earth Good people bad
People Good hell bad
Its always the monkey or the gun.


Hanging on to the ragged edge of love
Looking up to the gifts above
What I don't care for won't be taken
All my opposites step long forsaken.

Tense new worlds
Hum life dark strife
Slit of horizon beyond my closed eyes
Love against love in a why clouded sky.

Mercury sifts for a despondent heart
I like the smell of a new start
Honest as a lie is kind
Crucify me now, I am blind.

Fury blonde upon my duress
Cut the glass of hell princess
For God is too beautiful I can't say goodbye
So I hold on to love and in it I hide.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Donate another colour.


The deserts cry out for words like these
and when they come the Alhumbra freeze.
We are racing from different fears
that one moment when we sear
a doubt by grasping the ember of Jesus
and squash that ember to our hearts
going about our daily disease
as elegant eagles such as these
seize bent legs along the Levant
and aqua tors to mountains lent
upon the equator that orange scent
where all are poor and agonies vent
to pour their oil, one long crescent.
Loyal to a monster of a different colour.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Elegant eagles along the Levant.


Because love is stronger than evil.
Love forgives, evil doesn't.
Love has grace, evil doesn't.
Evil has truth but love has truth and beauty.
Love is eternal, evil is temporary.
Love is divine.
Before evil there was love.
Where did love come from?
If you think too hard the belief falls apart.
So there is faith to support the love that gave us faith.
Love doesn't exist unless required.
Evil broods waiting for its demise.
Evil is easy, love requires work.
Evil occupies life while love rectifies earth.
Love is the desert when the oasis runs dry.
Up from the sand how our falleness sighs.
So, I keep silence beside me and laughter nearby.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Dew on the Ripple


If a fly should choose to land on my knee, then who am I to leave it be.
And if a flea wants to live rent free on a fly, then isn't that divinity.
If a spore should shut the door on the heart of a flea, we mustn't say hypocrisy.
And if a cell is born in the shape of a key, then her music be sung felicitously.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Fat cell fiesta.





Greetings to 2009 and a maternity ward of possibilities.
I hope you are all well as this leaves here.


I've heard it said that people who wear black are afraid of death.
Does that mean that people who wear black are attached to life.
That doesn't seem to fit.
I think people who are attached to life wouldn't wear anything!


This love is right on top you know.
This love is really fine.
Your love's about to blow you know.
O where O where is mine?
(Sung to moving in stereo)


Kilograms and killergrams
Killer grans and kinder gangs.
Like a BMW with a dent,
ahead a source where horses went.
A coloured parasol parfait,
a parasail or pair to sell.
A parsifal to parse the cells.
That's the quest for jest or zest,
lest every squirrel needs a nest.




Thursday, December 18, 2008

Closed for cleaning.

A prayer for Penelope. A portrait in passion. I love you.

Keep the thoughts coming and we will talk next year.

In these times of fewer opportunities, less leaps of faith, reduced entrepreneurism, reductions in confidence and a descending conservatism on a generation that has not experienced a recession, I will have mercy on you. That's the difference.

For those who think in the shower, ideas sprout and feed on water like water feeding the plants. Drenched in the memory of those reclaimed atoms pelting our skin and skinning our pelts, absorbed into streams of sexy oxygen that migrate to the brain case and seed the axons with axioms and shudder onto our screen based lobes to act as bulbs for flowers of concepts and septums of conceit. And that's how I plan my day.

For Miss Charlotte Bronte.


Life seems easier when seen through a blur.


The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -
often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.


The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.