based on a West African folklore
Alone along a jungle track
I heard a groan of agony,
so terror-struck, with bow drawn b
I peered behind the mango tree.

'We’ the west can be so proud of o
where everyone can take a vote for
We’ll fund the freedom seekers who
and understand they must rise up t
We’ll help them when they turn for

You’ll cheer for the thief on stag
Root for the urchin and crook.
Believing yourself of judgement mo
Why throw that aside with the book
What of the chav; 'have not’ to yo

Marks on my thoughts,
accents of introspection;
Acute I find my observation.
Grave deep the world;
circumflexion breeds my circumspec

As age draws on I see cause and e
in the realms of life that some mi
For years I sought my answers wit
with no solutions, I started to do
I turned first to god, the father

Our fodder, which art in Devon
Mallow be thy name
When springtime come
thou will be yum,
from earth, green leaves are heave

Late inside The Orange Tree,
a burly builder on his knees.
Well earned pint now cast asunder,
he sought respect - his only blund
-

As a company of poets,
I trust upon your empathy.
This lyric passion that we share
has led me to epiphany.
Of worldly craft I am bereft,

Faruk Asan, a very good man
took heed from the great Ataturk -
He came from the land of old Otto
by way of his sheer hard work.
In Malvern he set up a kahvehane

I like to think I’m quite a spark
a wise and clever man
I can name the elements
or kings of old Siam
but sitting in my techno-cave

Hush foolish pre-emptor who steals
Still that feeble flitting one wit
Dark distractor - lover of meaning
With deep solemnity let go of I,
In that space you thought was you

Time nebulous unfolds ~
twisting bulbous entity.
Pressing back the void,
forever riding on the cusp of Now.
Crystallising ethers of tomorrow,

Causal power, well of might
eternal origin of life
issued more than physic’ light -
mass generated polarised.
From energetic genesis,

Death, if it is you I fear
then Fear, you have no spell ~
What stood for my old man and his,
is good in time for me as well.

Sativa, queen of spiral code
her genome holds a key,
that turns the cogs within my mind
once stuck, now running free.
She sparkles in the Autumn sun

more paradoxical foolery.....
I have enjoyed my senses for more
two eyes, a tongue, two hands - a
but I can’t see the noumenon you s
all I see is lots of stuff I make

The Atheist scoffs at talk of God
and finds me rather odd!
“We came from Nothing -
Heading for Nowhere”
“Nothing to Nothing -

I spoke two thousand years ago, wh
but much I said was misconstrued,
As Son of Man I said before, I a
I the ransom for the many ~ Throu
My Father’s house has many mansio

‘Life is Love and Love is all Cr
Words of more than lyric consolati
The heart lies in the place of min
Building worlds of singular invent

This life holds such Dichotomy
a random fixed contrarity
Resigned I strive, still lost I f
a peaceful conflict of the mind.
Superlative mediocrity

The truth becomes a mystery
when penned by the pre-victor
who peddles bullshit History
thru’ his BBC predictor
A flash before the impact

One land - many maps
each map - many roads
every road - two directions

If I was an Afghan,
whatever would I do?
Bullets flying everywhere
I wouldn’t have a clue!
-

One land - many maps
each map - many roads
every road - two directions
One God - many faiths
each faith - many sects

No gun in my face,
No plague or famine or drought.
Then what irony,
This pampered life of luxury,
Should bring about such agony,

Sativa, queen of spiral code
her genome holds a key,
that turns the cogs within my mind
once stuck, now running free.
She sparkles in the Autumn sun

Gnostic indications of a deeper tr
in every fractal facet of existenc
Paradoxic’ spill of light, beyond
—a spark within the fire of One om
Effulgent sunrise deep within the

Life began a caper -
made me captain,
seemed capricious
turned captious,
capped me in

I’m want to take the common straw
lay strewn across the bar-room flo
~ discarded, used to curse and sho
I’ll card it ~ scrape the thistles
Feed my loom run at a canter

Conjugal Congress,
Conception Conjoined ~
Constriction Contraction Contusio
Constructs Conferred,
Conclusions Contrived ~

When I at last shall die, what th
the meaning in this world of men -
the flux that formed before my wak
when from that tranquil harbour fo
to pass again thru’ terra’s fiery

A bigot blind will never see,
we are all as John Donne’s flea
since Adam claimed mortality,
who knows what hues in history
flowed in darker veins than thee,

Contradiction mocks
the pseudo-sage.
No charlatan,
this clown-chameleon;
subject to his nature,

When the steely strings gets picke
the dark desert highway is life pa
I’m sure not bound for Californ-i
no doubt, no turnpike –cool breeze
This place we call life is the shi

1978 - Boarding school - The day
Grey flannel blazer, grey stone wa
Under a cold grey sky.
Grey skinned strangers speaking gr
Long bleak and lonely,

I’m sorry if my attitude seems som
I love this life much more since
but by the same degree to hell I o
and now I know it’s not the 'get’
I’ve come to understand, life’s fu