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.

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

Dignity Stripped
Flesh Ripped
Morphine Tripped
Profound Pain
Inhumane

'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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

I followed an English rose to the
gates of the Sahel -
I thought I knew I loved her; I
young and couldn’t tell.
......all so long ago now, I don’t

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

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

“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;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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,

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

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

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

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,

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.

Hours enthralled by cryptic signs,
with ancient tomes and riddled
rhymes.
Gleaning facts from mystic lores -
and still she never sought divorce

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

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