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,
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
Spider Spider in my head the days grow short before I’m dea… so while we live and breathe and s… Spider, won’t you set me free. Spider Spider in my mind,
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…
No gun in my face, No plague or famine or drought. Then what irony, This pampered life of luxury, Should bring about such agony,
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
Causal power, well of might eternal origin of life issued more than physic’ light - mass generated polarised. From energetic genesis,
I, once tested to my mind’s extrem… confounded by this life’s contrary… when I could no longer take the st… between my tortured spirit, flesh… Lost, self-subject to demolition
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,
In deep non-thought I saw a comprehensive vision of mankind’s epicycle seen in round completion ~ Angelic cries as hosts
words, however inadequate, are the best hope we have of connecting with others... so let’s choose carefully which to use - and I ain’t talking poetry!!
Time nebulous unfolds ~ twisting bulbous entity. Pressing back the void, forever riding on the cusp of Now. Crystallising ethers of tomorrow,
In that term, as I remember, I first built my delusion. From September to December, Was childhood’s conclusion. Back at home for Christmas,
Marks on my thoughts, accents of introspection; Acute I find my observation. Grave deep the world; circumflexion breeds my circumspec…
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…