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.

To yearn for love is not a rarity
but every man’s inevitability;
craving satisfaction
for our unbroken hearts -
affirmation of existence

A sophic bridge of signs
to worlds beyond the magical,
long taken as mundane
by the disregarding masses.
Obscure and yet discerned

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

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

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

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,

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

In deep non-thought I saw
a comprehensive vision
of mankind’s epicycle
seen in round completion ~
Angelic cries as hosts

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

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.

“The engine never made a sound!”
—His terminal thought, as he looke
That crossing place he knew so wel
resounded to his final knell.
On the scene, there was no sign;

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

In that term, as I remember,
I first built my delusion.
From September to December,
Was childhood’s conclusion.
Back at home for Christmas,

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!!

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

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,

Compliments to the baker
and so too my Barista
Smoothest crema on the tongue
juxtapose to lemon vapour.
Intense acute sensations

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

A flight of fancy to mystical land
in Arjun’ chariot I crossed Ram’s
to that cinnamon isle of gold-grai
—tear of Mahabharata
On a palm-trellised beach I held

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

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

‘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

Leafy London, garden roses,
Late one summer’s afternoon.
No recourse from tragic duty.
Hope his kids are still at school.
Stranger sorrow, swiftly rising

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

'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

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

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

The ancient seers knew the score
in granite etched on Dolmen door
with Spiral glyph and centred dot,
such subtle pictographic plot.
Tho’ cyclic emanations flow

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,

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

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

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

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

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

Primordial soul of Helix’ eye
Love complete, unheard,
From cosmic bliss let out a cry
Upanishad Om reverb.
Tsunami vibes delete the void