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.

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

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

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

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

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!!

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

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

“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;

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

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,

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.

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,

'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

Damn, the moon was bright last nig
her energy charging, wiring me ~
Though still this day is in full l
tonight I’ll feel her overwhelming
It’s been two years since it began

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vivid light, Smiles so bright,
Mangrove, Sea and Cotton Tree,
A time I learnt to think in ways,
My parents never taught me.
I felt dis-ease with christian,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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