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Friday, 25 May 2012

There's something I need to get off my chest

If you had powers for a day,
To make the Universe the way
You’d really like the place to be,
Would you design it just like He?
With mortal pain and child death,
Or force the Good to see the breath
Slow-taken from a dying friend,
Who really suffered at The End?
The words you pray show you are kind –
Not that there is some Greater Mind;
A psycho god whom we must flatter –
With whispered pleas to rank our Matter.
Yes, Mr Leibniz, you were smart –
But here I must correct your Art;
All’s as it is as it must be –
But not because Almighty He
Designed it thus – He’s made by Us.
I’m sorry if I make a fuss –
But there’s more Love within your look
Than you’ll find in a Holy Book.

Monday, 21 May 2012


Dear Heart – don’t be afraid for me -
I’m not a probability.
It’s only Love that’s softly spreading.
Like the guests joined at our wedding -
A wondrous, human melting Pot
Of Wilde and child – we’ve got the lot.
The ebony, the ivory;
The special Song that’s you with me.
It’s just some naughty Nature growing –
Ponder at what she’s bestowing;
A warning of the Herd mistake
That followed footsteps of the Fake.
Stay on our Magic Carpet ride –
It’s better with you by my side.
For we must have our kismet kiss
And know and take Fate as she is.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Sake Kept

Hold fast! Fresh Memento – The smell of Sun upon the Earth – That way your Words lay on the page – And I with them, created – Small Act – Large Thing – In the curious Universe – A speck of honey on the tongue – Sweet Register – Cold read – Alive!

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Letter 261

Miss Wren seeks Mr Cat – She needs must discover that – She is a bird – The only way to tell if she is prey – Is to be matched with one who’ll say – By predation – Defined - She seeks her name – From he who understands the same – Enclosed my pretty moniker – Your proof – Sir -  by kind reply

Monday, 14 May 2012

Pitchfork: Response

How unfair to play your tune 
And tell me not to move my feet
Like a planet with its moon
You set a resonating beat

As the door that’s left ajar
An actor’s lost without a crowd
Did I raise a note too far;
The instrument may sing

Sunday, 13 May 2012

The Lavender Menace

Somewhere between the pink and the blue
Wavering twixt a lie and what’s true
Finding a place that splits me from you
Dreamers forget what dreams cannot do

Echo returned provides sole no mate
Flickering feels of love that fan hate
Cause and effect together make fate
Odd is an isolationist state