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.

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.

 

 

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