SANDAL PARK

It's like a sandal heaven,
Whilst I walk through the park,
A proof the seasons changing,
Is evident everywhere I look.

Peoples from all nations sit,
And talk about the heat,
Some walking in a fountain,
Some tumbling across the lawns.

But one thing that is obvious,
No-one fails to feel the peace,
As they welcome back to nature,
It's a wonderful release.

Dogs who run to catch a ball,
Whilst children hide and seek,
The cyclists and the skaters,
Are coming in their droves.

There are 'Techies' from the office,
Tradesmen and single mums,
And it seems a perfect setting,
To take a spot of lunch.

And here Bohemia rises up,
In sandals and sarongs,
The summer warmth inviting us,
To come along in our throngs.

CLOSING TIME .

So close, to all over,
I see the sun setting now.
Doors are closing, all over town,
And a silence begins to lowe.

A few busy attempts working,
To bring the world to stop.
Winding down the business day,
As the shutters begin to drop.

As we enter into evening,
When people have all gone,
I sit upon the bench alone,
And realise I am done.

My time amongst you over,
I ponder what has passed,
To the casual observer,
You'd done everything I asked.

And yet I've no conviction,
That anything has changed,.
The world I leave in Madness,
We're all a bit deranged.

My fate I write in blood,
And lay upon the ground,
It's quiet in the shadows,
My pain has made no sound.

So still, whilst angels take me,
Back home to celestial skies,
The light is getting brighter,
A pure truth, I realise.





To be a King, to be a God !

ON THE EDGE OF LIFE...

Balancing, never so crucial.
I hang in the balance.
Of a life of quiet desperation,
Or the joy of paradise.

Quiet, my thoughts now.
For in that quietness,
Is a chance to reflect,
Every breath that I take.

Suicide, is it the answer ?
What comes after suicide ?
And will I really be free,
Of the pain I now feel ?

Paradise, what is that ?
Missing out on paradise,
May be the greatest joy,
As I ride this train to hell.

Confusion leaves me distant,
Unaware that I'm confused,
I carry on smiling,
Without the will to fight.

Bless me Father for my sins,
That I may receive a blessing.
To enter into heaven,
Leave behind my fleshly woes.





How close can one get?

The Touch Of A Woman.

I have known how cold can be winter.
And I've felt the emptiness besides me.
My days take forever, a snail passes by.
And I regret missing her touch.

It's not actually sadness I feel.
So many joys I cannot count them.
More a gift being wasted, pointlessly.
And my energies run dangerously low.

When she was around, filling my senses,
I could relax much more naturally.
As though my heart would sap her spirit,
And beat in tandem with her sweetness.

Laying soundly, sleeping, I'd watch her.
For hours at peace, observing perfection.
And even now memories provide no shelter,
From the tragedy of her leaving.

What I remember most of all,
Is her softness, her gentle reassuring touch.
In the dead hours of night mostly,
Where my fears ebb away soundlessly.

And finally day dawns, the coming of light
Eroding the quiet solemnity I fight.
Still longing to be, holding her tight.
The touch of a woman giving me might.

IF ONLY YOU KNEW !

You carry on walking,
For surely you don't know,
Just what, is yet growing,
As I see you passing by.

Daily I witness your smile,
And dream that you'd respond,
If only that you knew,
An incredible love building.

So many I see leaving,
But for your return, I crave,
To see once again,
That light in your eyes.

However you caught me,
I'll surely never really know,
But something unique about you,
Is mesmerising my resolve.

I have tried to forget,
That ever you'd be mine,
Yet my heart knows its' truth,
Without you I'd be lost.

So for love, be my baby,
And notice my own smile,
It's all of your doing,
Don't deny me, its' gift.



She......... elusive and ethereal.

THE SONG IN ME.

Some might say,
What is this music pure,
That has the call of life,
To give me all of passion,
That we shall know ?

Days were lost,
Ever after going sour,
Because we gave away,
The desire to follow love.

What I miss most,
Is you , my love,
The sound of my voice,
Creating your smile.

We could have known,
A time forever endless,
In places we'd be found,
Together reaching heaven,
Always knowing who we are.

The sunsets were our pillows,
We would rest upon the sand,
Holding hands, as we'd be smiling,
Knowing each other, til all time.

You, are yet the music,
Which fills me to overflow.
I wait to know you Angel,
Together, I shall be blessed.

FASCINATING RHYTHM

A surge of timeless energy,
Catches me unaware, laughing.
The life in me bursting forth,
To express my loving ways.

A crisis between two worlds,
Fast and slow get caught,
In the dance for my affections,
And neither really know me.

A cautious internal music,
Leads me to sway alone,
Revealing my silent rhythm,
And become a happy soul.

A collection of memories,
And all new passionate thoughts,
Bring me close to belief,
Stranger days, are to come.

A response to my desires,
Creating a building fire,
Within, a desperate hope,
That forever I can be.

A truth is yet to tell,
How through me comes this love,
But evident it has become,
The rhythm that is LOVE !!

Running Low

It seems just lately,
The lesson life is teaching,
Is all about preparation.
I feel as though unaware,
Of my fragile tiny existence,
My spirits ebb, to and fro.

I am left now in peril,
Of being stranded as a stranger,
Alone in my invisible world.
Without the fuel of life,
I am but a furtive hope,
Of the being I could become.

Here whilst I wait longingly,
For a hand that can care,
I meditate on all of life's questions.
Answers come much more slowly,
Of course it is inevitable,
That be, what is so.

What would it be like ?
I find myself asking,
That we never made mistakes. 
How would we know ourselves,
If not through a tragedy,
Or a test of our will?

Preparation to be always full,
Is itself a tiresome pursuit,
Yet I try always to become it.
That, not I, but my spirit,
Achieve all that is great,
To the glory of my life.

MYSTICAL WINDOW

Dull grey, windswept day,
I feel strangeness working.
Out in the street I wait,
The coolness creeping in.
From the corner of my eye,
I catch a glimpse, furtively,
Of an unknown season,
The blossom brightly blows.

But here I feel no scent,
Or see its beauty still,
Reflection could have tricked,
Yet where did they go ?
My mind allows a thought,
Of better days to come,
A noise of traffic sully,
The peacefulness my mood.

And returning to the window,
There it is yet again.
Something wonderful, strange,
And playful is coming now.
For my spirit soars , so high,
And I am lost once more.

Movements, altered realities,
Are what I see smiling,
Giving back a tempting lure,
To encourage me to hope.
And along with the blossom,
Comes your smiling face.
So I turn to greet,
Yet a ghost you've become.

Even my dreams, so vague,
Cannot so match me now,
Wondering the universes' reasons,
To tease a weary soul.
Chilling has left me sad,
Warmth could give me more,
And so when do I love ?,
For that is my, own goal.

Behind the glass is hope,
And here alone I wait,
To find a way to enter,
Meditating on your sweetness.
A gale throws furiously,
The leaves around my eyes,
My blindness is a curse,
As I fail always to see.

But in my heart remaining,
Is the light you showed,
In many a darkened storm,
To let me feel you close.
And this is what I need,
Forever to feel peace,
Connection through the spirit,
You'll be my great release.

BODY LANGUAGE

Quickly, my mind raced,
Sparkling light from your eyes,
An undertone of sadness,
Yet great passion withheld.


Words now go unsaid,
The stories begin to reveal,
All about you darling,
And the world around you.


How do I feel it?
I hear you asking curiously,
And I smile in recognition,
Of my strange gift.


For all the clues manifest,
As plain to my sight,
Reading your exciting aura,
And the energy it becomes.


I wonder how this strength,
Has become so forgotten,
To peoples the world over,
Once we all could have.


And here I find love,
Written between your lines,
A book revealing endless secrets,
To my learned brown eyes.


Your spark becomes a flame,
Noticing me, watching you,
And you ignite a passion,
Deep within me, spontaneously.