Some eight miles away
Far beyond the everyday
Where streams slither
Into the most known
A conversation is sown
And greener meadows roll
Down all hills in song
One as life shared
Enough to let breathe
To railway lines home
Dissected among tales
Summer to winter all same
Varies though in shades
Into quieter corners receded
Those pages on my condition
Forever changing tongues
Collection of truths
Those jars full of sweets
Whenever I asked, was given
Of course priceless unyielding
Thank you for words then
One more time prayers range
And moulded in care
Or what was it always
Death perhaps a better tread
Trains screech on tracks
Halted misery
Come forever undone
Wishes to see no further
No more into or onto
For shapes once spiralled
In words realities bend
Logic, Logic, Logic
Hail! The most democratic
For beasts of truths lodged
Jails and traps, cultivated
Or a movie it could have been
For you to see
Times change uncalculated
Unrestrained then hearts
Forever to some beat
Measured when calm
Or prepared from trees
But shadows we carry
All logically black
Spoken barely then
Changing currency
To hold this one gem
That was once found
Lost to some wilderness
In no time
As we unfolded
Hand by hand
Slipped Eyeland…



She Leaves

Unmasked dream or the living wake
Rather from memory persistent
Of that one flame in forest shone
Self-contained, yet suffered alone
Before a wreckage certain
Some twenty paces close
Recedes into worlds restrained
Unwanted wrappers and empty bottles
From the night when you sat
Belonged to smoke and daily haze
Woven from moonlit word strands
Beside dismal flavors assume
A place among the trees
Where threads selfless tread
Spiders often had you confused
In prey conspiracies of the bee
Yet in words the legs tap
Fifteen around sixteen to four
Back at three and nevermore
For a few pictures I have
Of poems written in daze
Of the hollowest spirit gaze
Lustrous than before, the eyes
Yet mourning and endless cries
For the morning wood was wet
Was it the dream?
Or the higher purpose?
Consumed in utter confusion
Some poisonous moods
To demise the spark resume
Those pictures I had
Kept me warm
For each in wet morning I burn
To dry the wands
Surprise the fire embark
And she leaves the rest
Decorated to annals of fame
Perched griffon in wisdom tell
Of wonders gained in filth
How does situation sound?
Lighter always to life approach
Forever unchained let go
Yet we condense here
The spirit duct
Or network immaculate
And see it form again
Steam after steam
Rock solid, rock solid
This mould then heavy
Numbs my walk again
Yet I hold close
Enough to score
Another night full of dust
Among stars and the rest
But this filth?
Disposal foremost our lone call
Boundless in chains we fall…



Enclosure sudden, well-shaped
Calm and shine slain
Humble ideas among minds
Those anchored often sail
Flawed judgements
Made arrangements
Yet off the shore
Rickety frames
Held in bodies quiet
Unstoppable our conquest
Dreamy our shadows
Left enough pages said
Out the windows
A vision, mostly decorated
Of greater purpose
And meaningful repose
When in centuries recorded
From difference to difference
Within changes most certain
Me unto myself
And the other way round
Clocks another hour
As season do swing
In numbers forgotten homeward
Where stages another act
That had the first impression made
Solemn words then touch
For deeper still in all focus
Laughter for fools
Lower somewhere, perhaps pleasure
Pain the most noble
Always undress, moons to perfume
And rivers to tears
Such alchemy most respected
Sacrifice, yet a voice mustered
How well the world blame
Your tone’s too rich
Might promise enough fame
To have your candles
In midnight carnal voids ignited
And guaranteed sharper minds
To the accident let us please sing…



Creatures among great and lone
Forest swell in shades so long
As a fire hungry within
Desires to wash again
Eyes forever, in her perfume drenched
To speak questions between tales
For a ship in relational field
Sings somewhat to echo please
In my channels hail odyssey
Wishful upon a moon midnight
And fragrances from stars
Our lips mostly hiss
Wonder after wonder
How beautiful it seems
To be fascinated, yet able
In words of verse and dare
To your heart’s content
And to mine resonance trace
Each of which I breathe in
Repeat and repeat furthermore
As all of you for me chose
A few pictures here and there
Some careless, others full of hate
And the rest conspired in jealously
Spin often quite loud as ever
Churns from centre to spread
In silent nights where I scream
Possibly woken from a dream
Where will you put this shadow?
Under the pillow or tooth fairy?
For yearning reaching skies again
To find us among stars
Dust in our eyes gleam
Perhaps some winter fire
Drums to chanting voices
I hear outside the window
Among them seated, I find
Ponder to wonder all exhausted
Just a guilt sodden head in play
For I am you and you are me
Where do we find a place to be?
Come find me a sacred dream
Where we dance again
Seeded in golden silk
To breeze this heart beats.



From sudden a frail echo
Of the voice in scent once known
Forlorn in heavens speaker roar
As they sat silent in stools made
Finest hairs and glasses fair
Towards sanitised a cultural remain
Of once this scent in woods known
Songs of mist and desire
Lost eternal in speeches
Fire below as curtains stare
For outside our forest blaze
In chapters now tread
One after the other my call
To witness another ear
As the heart might skip a beat
To your eyeless twitch breeze
Then foremost beauty I hold
To speak in devil’s name
My body to its share
Divided in tongues
That often in wines drench
Dancing to the air in a cave
And truth be told before fire
That my chalice forever empty
Full of nothing, always overflow
Down the mountains, waterfalls as such
Lagoons soaked in handkerchiefs
Resonates peace all over again
Then finest a glory shaped today
Folding arms to arms again
None but spirits resume
The fire born now
In a richer perfume…





First a fire, then gaze
Most joys must so bake
Another one in broadened light
Certain fumes in woods recall
Moment of brief elation, outside time
Then again this wasn’t most
For unbroken gaze to fire
Description of pictures
Words and phrases resume
Humble names to feelings new
Dance and shades with countless truths
How real must have imagined
For tears and smiles prove
Effects in art and design
Sometimes sodden as a silent night
Pierced through as candle bright
When outside stood another chapter
Eyeing matters inside
Caught to chance this time
And confessed all through the night
How real to heart beat
Only imagined in sight
Never would then otherwise
Forms to hate condense
And notions sound incapable
For dancing alone ever still
Horrible misfortune the forgotten
I wish and I wish well
Once could have remembered
Wiser songs written down
Of course to come alive
When images the heart blind
But then again would be untrue
For unconscious I bank
Never to speak arranged…



Miscreant (54 x 36)

Wrap mine, this filth around you,
Foremost to the absurd apprentice
Dying legions of shiver contention
To certain treacherous intention.

Yes! Yes! Mostly applauded
Your semantics of justice
Refuge those lost in wonder
Beneath your desirous anger
The Christian faith that plagues
I see time and time again
Fits of beat degeneration
From Kabbalah to guttery speech
Feeding anal cavities of perception
Vomiting out
This verses that
Cat chases rat
Sure you brag,
Come to me, I’ll set you free
McDonald’s a burger the fee
High quality moral
In oppression of the fittest
If you win, I change the game
Until you lose, I win.
Input, the questions you have
My face to your haze
The Miscreant in glow
Praise the lord!
What is it that you see?
Trust, cage, hope or sex?
Smart! None of the above!

I will swallow you,
Make you out the answer
Puke in morning shower.
A person died at 27.
Cause: Wilderness.

A bind spot, the dot in galaxy
One hundred and twenty five
Sixty six and seventy nine
Together we make mine
These loops and sacred wine.

Your semantics versus mine blood muses
Gory to the eye, angels fly
Soaked in meaning, thy rectum nooks
Moist explosion, those yellowed boots.
On the way home, streets lined
Where we drive confined
Beyond that a lively niche
Plagued mouth yours, left behind
Brushing my teeth forms a lie.

Tans fixation the wine and a lie
Circles a chain, lest you cry.