Perpetual Dawn

 Cry

The tears of us all

 Eyes

 As weather blown storms

 Weather blown storms.

 Call

 An echo Alone

 Drown

 With the ebb and the flow

 Found

 The all of forlorn

All of forlorn.

Fly

 For one day we fall

 Eyes

 The love of us all

 Shine

As perpetual dawn

Perpetual dawn.

By the lichens and moss of the church wall

By its black Iron Gate.

Parting the living from path between graves

Where nettles stand tall gort flower wild grace

And felled is the Yew lay broken disgrace

As unkempt as I as I pass through the gate

Whose creak wakes the guardian utter of fate

As all of an Owl in the Ivy I’m late.

Our future our binding unknown

If we’re found

No longer alone

Embraced

A moment of home

We’re a story unfurling to grow

From a second hand book on it’s own.

Horizon far away each day

She crys with the new moon

Silver tears

A way to fly away

No locket for to stay

For a poppet rather frayed.

She strives for the lost caused

St.Jude his grave lay over grown

And she wanders the sea shore

Shares the tides yet tides they know

Nowheres ever home

Everthings on loan

Just a pocket for to stay

For a poppet rather frayed.

Deep as eyes

Ripple moment

Mesmerised

The gaze of you and I does shine

As Dragons in the sky.

Wish wing to wing

Embraced in flight

To furthest thunder

Lightning bright

To gather all of passions might

As Dragons in the sky.

Cast deep our yearn

As undertow

Of weeping grief

All moments known

To ever share the love thats grown

As Dragons in the sky.

Our hearts, may they rain, upon our land of pain, where we pray, on the edge wing of the day.

A whirlpool turns I’m all but drowned, lost within the vacant crowd, how can love be so lost un-found, abused and hailed un-sound.

Our hearts, can’t they play, amidst our world insane, where we pray, on the edge wing of the day.

If I could lay just hand in hand, upon a beach of time cast sand, where rivers reach the ancient rhyme, to claim me yours and you as mine.

Our hearts, may they reign, above our world in flames, where we pray, on the edge wing of our day.

Winter bare as yet to leaf Just lazy flew but one or two

And mild their raucous sombre

They eyed my eye’s

As tasty morsel’s

As I eyed theirs Of Jet black portals

Feather gowned these shadow mortals

Thus paid heed gave token

A Yggdrasil seed In Mossy purse

Touched blood stained red From Blackthorns curse

To go about my way no worse

As I as living carrion

Away then Murder all but one

Who landed near Took gift Then gone

Though cousins of her came to clatter

And seven was their number

Of what I leant I can not tell

As silent as a wishing well

Where midnight tolls a lonely bell

Beneath the water frozen

With feather of the black I write

A wing tip moment as the flight

Beyond our mortal lifes delight

Of harmony both dark and light

Without each other known as born

There is no dusk

There is no dawn

As murder crowns the trees once more

This spring to make their rookery.

Where lost the sea though tide high strong

I lay upon my funeral pyre

As yet unlit to linger on

All agonies of grieving loss

Are foundlings ‘midst this dark dream cast

Where pleading screaming whispers quake

As pale as ghosts the breath escapes

To ceasing of the hearts last drum

Whose skin must surely break

With yearning eyes to crisp scythe moon

Wane crescent sharp though full her tune

As hidden most by scant worn cloud

A drawn across her face to shroud

Yet witness turmoil wraith beneath

Glimpse harsh as brittle sound

A glint of hope though first flame flickers

Joined by others nimble fingers

Come host of flames as breeze it quickens

Burn fiercely brightly

Venus risen

I lay there still

Awaiting.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.