Muse.

I can but follow on the hint of the scent of your blossom the promise of encaptured rapture within your beauty to last. For how could any not give of all that is of all their heart, loyal in spirit yet remain un-claiming and alas un-claimed beneath the twilight stars. I can but moments chance, and dream to meet your glance until your spirit may come to ask and heal me with the grace of passion entwinded as a living dance. My Muse, I can but love thee so.

Epona.

Epona.
As a wounded Otter
Yet cradled in the arms of Epona I can but dream to die
To all but drown within her tender tears
And nurtured gently against her breasts
I pass to ever flow upon the ever tide
Knowing she is always by my side
With the light of the Moon within her eyes.

A Scentless Flower.

Who Walks on the Graves.

Who walks on the graves of the lives I once led?

Who brought to them flowers, who glad I was dead?

And what of tomorrow, to what to return?

This earth as I left it, re suffer this dirth,

Of living a life a soul bound by flesh

Stillborn and silent or first to last breath,

Afflicted the spirit through life unto death.

Who walks on the graves on the lives I once led?

Myself as I shiver and pass overhead.

Matter.

Here’s my matter here’s my shell

Here I dream in here I dwell

Here I shelter Heavens Hell

But why I dream? I may as well

Through lifes eternal guessing game

Dream it real both night and day

Making matter dancing clay

Until as dust just blown away.

A Billion Ghosts.

May all the coins be chocolate coins

All the notes be lovers letters

Wealth forever coined fools gold

And nobody indebted

A billion ghosts who’ve played this shame

Monopoly of life we’ve made

Do scream at me for this to say

It’s time to put the game away.

Debora pt1

The telling silence of ignored

Follows knock upon her door

She won’t come out to sing today

I go to play alone.

On my return to what was wrong

The Coke was chopped the Smack is gone

The door is answered animated

Both are waste annihilated

Share a spliff made for my bother

Deck of Thoth thumbed take these brother

We don’t need no Tarot cards

To see there’s no tomorrow.

Debora pt2

In Thames near Streets I once foretold

Somehow all this I felt before

And days go by I get a call

Brother gone when whoring stalled

I load her world into my Mini

Her in front though she don’t know me

Guiding us to her next fix

I leave her world by Hampton Bridge

Then days again another call

Asylum caught her latest fall.

Debora pt3

I face a fear and visit Debora

Marc or Spacey Tracy headster

Romance lust is all reviled

A Condom on the playing field

Talk of marriage talk of love

Talk of ever flying Doves

Yet pulling out from darkened halt

I feel foretelling final jolt

That leaves me squirming shocked and shaken

Bleached like tainted snow.

Debora pt4

A week or two and then a visit

Shattered hearts with splintered missives

Final fling thrown stark and harsh

We’re tangent shard of broken glass

Yet share a minty-circled kiss

That’s left within my mouth.

Debora pt5

Weeks go by I miss a call

A suicide her final fall

I even miss the funeral

The news sends me to grief’s free fall

And life’s a blur before my eyes

Preying for to land and die

Yet tablets just leave me sick

And pissing on the floor.

Debora pt6

Come the flash backs here and there

The Monday band and Tiger beer

Barns humpback bridge her scream of fear

Her ghost at Dylan gig

Her Corkscrew tight torment soul

Her ex who beat her on parole

Miscarriages of justice hall

And Bloody sheets in Richmond

Our U turn crash with Taxicab

Her longing eyes her smile her stab

The dress I bought she thought was fab

The belle of T.Rex ball

Debora pt7

Years go by and still free falling

Silent phone that’s screaming calling

Ever bells for ever tolling

I still Fucking answer

The Last Straw.

Doomed jaded cursed and old

Future only loss does hold

Expected carry last straws load

When dead end reached upon the road

All onward sight as memory flashback

Lightning stark

No rose tint

Sky cracked

Pearls of wisdom broken stones

Five storms past where nowhere’s home

Foetal fallen struck down clutching curling to the knees

Rising somehow staggering to cliff edge balance tease

Catch twenty two a ticking

Broken roads walked in between

Fall tears amidst the government buildings rusting the machine

Exist on edge existing

A nightmare from a dream

The moment frozen paralysed releasing silent screams

And fifty seven proof percent as breakfast for the day

Relentless comes the sun rise

Death cruelly stays away.

Church Hill.

Neither up nor down Church Hill I stray

‘Tween playground and the graves

Upon this road I pass again

A moment on the way

Where stripped of faith and hope lost raw

‘Neath weather harsh blown rain

Fall skinned alive with insides out

Flesh slithers down the drain

Mix crimson red black deep vein blood

Away wash my remains

Upon Church Hill I stand awhile

‘Tween playground and the graves.

Eleven Angels.

As I wandered on the broken road

I found a lady on the way

She called to me upon a hill side

The sweetest sound I ever heard

And she gave me eleven angels

A silver ring and then she flew

And turquoise where her loving eyes

They showed the pain but kindness only came

We shared the deepest darkest water

And heart to heart extinguished every flame

And she gave me eleven angels

A silver ring and then she flew

As I still walk upon the hill side

I listen for her soft voice on the wind

And I miss her hand by my side

But know the heavens gave her wings

As she gave me eleven angels

A silver ring and then she flew.

Blossom of the Heart.

I clasp my torn and blooded hand

To barbed and thorny stem

Watch blood run thickly down my arm

Returned here once again

To hold the purest white of blossom

Raise the bloom of trust

Yet fear my blood shall taint it red

And this shall come to pass

The petals curl fall wither dead

My doubt loosen my grasp

Leave thorns within here once again

Embedded memories harsh

And leave me clutching rotted stem

And this shall be my last

Remaining shred of flesh torn hope

And blossom of the heart.

The Dharma Wheel.

The Dharma wheel turns

The karma unfurls

Bringing only the things we have hurled

Planted or sown

Said done or shown

Ultimate thought unto action has grown

Habit encircled all things to re learn

Re live to remember sorrows concern

Yet you are the centre

The jewel in the now

As one with the everything

Shine through your clouds

Never a they or an I only us

Everything suffers this matter bound dust

Truth is but change of better and worse

Ultimate love and compassion our worth

Endure and endeavour

Incite gentle mirth

Tenderness turning the whole of the earth

The moon and the planets

Even the sun

The billions of stars vastly far flung

Infinite void

Empty yet full

We are but thought in the midst of our all

Awakening blossom

Enlightened bright star

Shine with a smile that comes from the heart.

Still Within.

I am still within

The Dharma wheel

Held by hope desire

Of you to know

Lessons for to learn

Before to let go

Sorrow only known

Sorrow only known

I am still without

Love to tender flow

To hold through the night

Together yet alone

To wax and to grow

To shine the full moon glow

Together for to know

The waning darken woe

I am still within

The Dharma wheel

Sorrow only known

The Dharma wheel

Enlighten me

The Dharma wheel

Enlightening

As I a scentless flower.

Who Walks on the Graves.

Who walks on the graves of the lives I once led?

Who brought to them flowers, who glad I was dead?

And what of tomorrow, to what to return?

This earth as I left it, re suffer this dirth,

Of living a life a soul bound by flesh

Stillborn and silent or first to last breath,

Afflicted the spirit through life unto death.

Who walks on the graves on the lives I once led?

Myself as I shiver and pass over head.

 

 

A Hedgewytch Tree

A tightly twisted knot of darkness

Hides the reason deep by earth

Roots that feed from tearful seasons

Overflowing Well of dirth

Moonrise draws the sap of sorrow

Moon ebb wanes yet sorrow grows

Habitually the tree remains

A Hedgewytch of the old hedgerow

Bitter sweet to fruit from blossom

Better left to rot unknown

On branches thrown in poise of torment

Shadows cast its tale of woe.

 

 

A Sigil Awhile.

With sun upon one hand

Moon upon other

I stand as a sigil awhile

At once as a tree grows

From deep root the sap flows

Rising and falling as tide

Through sun moon and seasons

To grow for a reason

Other than ego or pride

To keep ever with you

The view from your high hill

And living the ley as I stride

Stood but a moment seemed

Ever remembered dream

With sun and the moon for my eyes.

 

 

Faery Ring Fair.

With Thyme in her pocket

A chaplet of Violet

A sprig of the Goat Weed

Worn in her hair

A pinch of the Bay

To open the way

A Bluebell ring heralding

Faery ring fair

To dance in her Catkin gown

Spider spun lace

Mossy her shoes

A smile on her face

From dawn until dusk

And dusk until dawn

At mid night and mid day

A kiss for us all.

 

Nothings There.

Flits within the corner eye

And disappears not to be spied

You search in vain your search it hides

It’s grin you feel to your surprise

It’s hard to catch or rationalize

The glimpse of nothings there

A boggart be its name for sure

It came in through your open door

And likes your cupboard under stair

And there it’s homely cluttered lair

And when you’re all and fast asleep

Out it slither tiptoe creeps

To muddle up your gentle dreams

And loiters till you wake

You rise at morning rubbing eyes

There’s something here or there you cry

A laughing sure you heard no lie

A feeling you can’t shake

All day it hovers just behind

The back of somewhere in your mind

You’re sure you must be somehow blind

To what or isn’t there

This elemental darkened sprite

Doesn’t like the sun bright light

And feeling better in the garden

Courage grows and senses harden

Then a twinkling glint idea

I’ll tidy out my under stairs

And later in the darkling eve

You find the boggarts taken leave.

 

 

The Statue of the Naked Guy.

He stood most naked in the high street

Upon a pedestal they placed him

Over looking passers by

The statue of the naked guy

Some one sprayed him with rude words

Others dressed him in girls clothes

And one night when all alone

Someone took part of him home

He must have seen wars come and go

Naked stood against the foe

But wear he meddle no not one

For how would someone pin one on

They fixed him up from time to time

The statue of the naked guy

Some passers by would ‘vert their eyes

Not me I’d wink I’m sure he tried

And then they took him clean away

A few complaints I’m told they say

I couldn’t bare it took his place

At once arrested in disgrace

I asked the policeman why but why

I am the ghost of the naked guy

He didn’t seem to find this funny

I went to court it cost me money

And now a sign there in his place

A simple notice Vacant Space

For sale this empty pedestal

Please apply to prudes at council.

 

 

Never My Yewberry.

From a bundle of tears

I water the seeds

While Willow tips tickle

The rippling stream

Where old Hazel nut mouth

Be flash of a leap

Travelling up stream

To spawn and to sleep

Yet sorrow my nurture

To grow and to bloom

‘Neath smile of the sun

And kiss of the moon

On dusky swept evenings

To her haunting tune

To the bundle of tears

I add to them new

As never my Yewberry 

The rivers bend grace

For the flowers I grow

On her grave I do place.

Moonflower.

Cloaked in her petals

To gently undress

Un furling a Moonflowers

Sweet bitter kiss

A silvery bead

She put to my lips

Whist I bound in rapture

Her moments release

To passion the moon glow

To become as one

And flow with the moon flow

To cry as she comes

With tides of the moon sea

A moon cast rainbow

 A silvery bead

Where ever she grows.

The Song of Evermore.

A Fae around my head once flit

Blessed a fleeting light brow kiss

A spark within my darkness lit

To dream of Evermore.

I saw there all of life as one

All Nature proud all Nature strong

And all became that of a song

A song of Evermore.

Yet cast I here as man and bone

Soft tears to cry for Elvin home

To dance when I am all alone

To tunes of Evermore.

And leave before I can return

Like countless others only words

Fragments of a song I heard

The song of Evermore.

Snapdragons

With the snap of a Snapdragons

Truth be known best

Through Juniper smoke

The haze of a Hex

Back sent the curse

To the one who once sent

With the snap of a Snapdragons

Truth be known blessed.

 

The Weather Mask.

With weather mask I watch the sky

Of tumbling clouds where Dragons fly

Who dip and weave and fall to rise

Through billow holes the moonbeams shine

To glance upon the midnight sea

Where deep beneath the spirits heave

And rise as wisps upon the waves

To ride the wind and scream away

I walk beneath while storm rage harsh

To seek the lightning sand struck glass

To add a bead on to the mask

In Elemental praise to dance.

The Spell of Spring is Cast.

The Crone doth lash the Maiden

Yet Maiden rise to meet

With pure and nubile passion

To writhe and come beneath

And watching from the evergreen

The ever-keen Green man

Who reaches for his instrument

To play his pipe of Pan

And lull the Maiden resting

Spent upon the Moss

Her rousing eyes on blossoming

Watch green the man at dance

And rising to the yearning

A flower tender bud

With Pan she lay made fertile

The spell of Spring is cast.

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