Love

Scent

Mind

Words

Apologies for taking so long to do a post

Word come small in the beginning

Grains, gleans and germination

And like some implausible queens

We lay in our chambered nests

Gloriously building a fantastic crèche

Nurseries of word productiveness

To raise our potent larval scripts

But time will not allow us to keep...

All the infants of prose we cherish

We have hatched too many words

They become a plague upon opinion

That rattles on crowded, cerebral combs

Soaring thoughts that buzz and dance

Pressed together tight in rows of chaos

They cannot all live here together

They are so many

And so they come to divide

They swarm in the hive mind

And briefly, ere they leave, see them all...

Our last glimpse of honeyed wisdom

And then a mind splits its memories

And which memories exit

Fly into the white paper skies

As lay a kiss of grace upon compassion

And those which stay to be evergreen

Ah, that is the question

That only time will tell later

When all my best stories are left untold

Drone

Back when dinosaurs roamed

So it seems,

I was,

Lithe and ripped

Like sinuous metal

Gleaming in my manly morning

Then ascendance came

At noon, I was full-grown

With new legacies of DNA

A brood to mark my existence

Then all meaning waxed

Afternoon came to evening

Leaving silver on brow and crown

And my influence, it fades

Now the new stories begin

And so comes night

I break upon a coldness

This earthly hive is empty of bees

Life is done with its drone

Two new generations have swarmed

But my queen, she saw, but one

I begin to see her again

She is still magnificent

And I will take my last flight

To return to your hiving grace

And drink of your nectar again

Musk

Are we just tang and sweat

That we try to conceal

It just that I wonder

If we can smell love?

Inhale it like a perfume

Because right now

I'm lying here next to you

In the dark

After we have loved

Like two demons set loose

And I love this smell

That now seeps between us 

That flows into our serenity

It is the scent of heaven

And it marks my soul in its musk

Fly

Love is blind

Love is unconditional

Love is forever

Love is fate

But love it is elusive

It only talks in whispers

And we need to listen

Or never learn to fly 

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Some stuff i put on Instagram - kinda like putting the 2 things together. Not sure they work here but...

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Time

Time

We can waste it

Or spend it

Lose it or remember tit

We can plan it

Or regret it

But we can never reclaim it

But with infinite combination

And finite elements

We can repeat it

Till we get it right

Laughter

When a truth is laughingly delivered

When we ridicule in truthful jest

Hackles rise, become temper ignited

Laugh and the world concurs, they say

I do not attest in good faith, it is so

All too soon, mirth is all but run dry

For in delivery of unwarranted humour

Silence would always be, perhaps ,best

Than a darker comedy of good intention

Phantoms

When we become phantoms

Flying on wide, night skies

That are brimming with stars

Do not come then with kisses,

Or fair things of loving value

Bring your gifts now into warmth

For once sunlight is cold upon us

And our skin is turned to grey

When all our clocks have paused

And all our love is ever vanished

Then all these hopes and dreams

Will scatter into the moonlight

For my love, then it will be too late

Whales

All life's glorious shipwrecks

Come finally to their rest
We are Titans becalmed by fate

Upon calm seas of fine threads

Where rocky pillows of instance

Break hubris to a lapping loyalty

The whales of fortune have dived

Fled into the deeps of younger seas

But all wonder is not yet vanished

As a lover, I was alas, poor interest

So now only as a warm companion

Welcome onto my watery divan

And we may still caress, or embrace

Though no pearls will we now find

Upon a sandy décolletage at dawn

Like a languorous foam on slow tides
We shall float away the remaining days

Indolence will triumph on the high sea

Though no good people of elegance

May stay buoyant and free forever

We shall let the waves, take us away

On one last journey over the horizon

Following the day's descending sun

Till we are under the new rising moon

And then the sea may close about us
For life's voyage is not so bad, after all

Walk

The Amazonian was felled

And we wreathed the victor

In a crown of incredulous awe

And now all is quiet; all is still

Crowds may away into mists

Till there are only ghosts left

But our hearts keep a chronicle

Tolerance may diminish and rot

But always where there is loss

Flowers will flourish the swifter

Great, profuse blooms of hope

Floral lamps scenting away sorrow

Illuminating any loss of liberation

And upon these trails of beauty; walk

Trace new and stronger paths of equality

For freedom grows best in summer 

Temple

My body is a temple

But what a glorious one

A veritable ruin of antiquity

And inside its facade

Betwixt column and decal

A half-remembered dream

Upon an altar of flight

Lies still like a sacrifice 

Better

There are millions of good people

But I'm not one of them yet

I thought perhaps I was

But now I can see my imperfections

I suddenly become a little better

And hope comes like endowment

I unwrap these new days like gifts

Take off the starry bow of dawn

And savour each hourly layer

Till night rewraps it to black

And I sleep a better man than yesterday

First

Now the earliest flowers do arise
The yellow trumpets will tell no lies

Nor snowdrops erupting under bluer skies

And witness how the coldness flies

As warm spring comes; winter dies 

Honey

When all honey from the world is gone

When we decline kindness as deception

Forgoing all the sugar of its compassion

Naught will sweeten life's bitter draught

For then, all there is left, becomes brutality

Tread

We softly tread upon a starlit lawn

To gaze upon the fiery birth of dawn

As bats now withdraw and owls still

Sunrise crests above the eastern hill

In nascent shimmer does light awakes

Another new day the world now makes

Bees soar out from their waxy hive

The world is up and humming alive

On lavender, thyme, chive and box

Their day unfurls as nature knocks

I know the world is a pitiful place

Yet here I see another gentler face

If we all took some time to see wonder

So much strife we could put asunder

Before day and danger has beckoned

Be at peace in a green, sunny second

Delphi

I am not in Delphi

This is no revelation

And I am no oracle

Yet even I know

Though the same sun rises

And birds will continue to sing

They will be all the fewer

We are all touched now

By the madness of history

Everything has changed

Nothing can be the same again

Prophesy is served

By the recklessness of man