From a thousand Chinese dinners, one cookie: Good fortune in love, also a better position. So much for both. Too many humorless people Who can’t believe that God could have made the cunt. Maybe he didn’t make it. Maybe hydrogen Made nitrogen and one thing led to another. Some hold that early man stumbled upon Read More
Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole worlds harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing. So the Read More
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.
In April the ponds open like black blossoms, the moon swims in every one; there’s fire everywhere: frogs shouting their desire, their satisfaction. What we know: that time chops at us all like an iron hoe, that death is a state of paralysis. What we long for: joy before death, nights in the swale – Read More
Pescadero. Baja California Sur. All she wants is for me to give her my love and she will give me the Moon. How could she not become the Radiant Goddess. Aphrodite. The Ocean and tides. How could any woman not bloom, in Love like a cactus flower, under the desert moon their beauty born the Read More
after a workshop with Robert Bly
. . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. ~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran Drifting through the formless void, darkness all around. there is a shimmer of sound like the siren’s song reaching through space and time. And in an instant in an ocean of Read More
Anthropos apteros for days Walked whistling round and round the maze, Relying happily upon His temperament for getting on. The hundredth time he sighted, though, A bush he left an hour ago, He halted where four alleys crossed And recognised that he was lost. ‘Where am I? Metaphysics says No question can be asked unless Read More
Aquarius (Jan 23 – Feb 22) You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you are a fucking jerk. Pisces (Feb 23 – Mar 22) You are a pioneer type and think most people are Read More
The Mango is anything but innocent it beckons with it’s fullness it’s soft golden belly, glowing from within, it says… sink your teeth into my plump curvaceous skin, suckle on my gorgeous ripe flesh and let the sweet juices trickle down your chin. Revel in the rapture of my glowing roundness and feel the warmth Read More
wise sand dune primrose bud flowers innocent of this fools search, speaks of youth and eternal light this does not age or fade, it just keeps moving through like star songs resonant beyond the Earth Vega in the Lyre, we remain ancient and always new what they say about age is gravity’s conspiracy there are Read More
Velvet soft, Fading petal, Gently … … Falls. Lotus blossom’s Golden heart Gives, voluptuous petals To the Air. And sensuous stream sings Its round song. And autumn turns to spring My love
Would a thorny rose, bitter sweet As love lies bleeding at her feet Proffered in ecstasy of loves desire Fade away in vain ?
And I was about to say – the trouble With intellectuals… Is they skirt around emotion. Then he gave me a hug And stole my heart From its retreat Into the notion Dare must we Dare must I DARE TO BE TRUE!
Percussive rain, drives hard and fast Against the cold, window glass, As hostile winds, howl through The deserted buildings, at Lakeview. So desolate, this place, in the night Bearing under winter’s blight And through the day, such animation As Ilka and Karina, in confrontation. Conflict of ego in angry conceit… Oh, a peaceable place this Read More
Time seems suspended as I go to pass Midst gray shadows, diffuse moonlight doth cast Damp air hangs heavy in a haze As still horses, from their boxes gaze Then around the corner I am silently met By Bolero’s, stony silhouette Between his and Dallas’ box I tread Toward my… waiting lover’s bed When dawn Read More
[My 1st poem. San Pedro de Alcantara, Spain.] Peace pervades the clear evening air As moonlight shadows lucidate there Dark silhouettes of the trees new form And faint stars call the night newborn Sitting now, to meditate on, this Tranquil scene of peace beyond… my mind all the while perfused By the …c a l Read More