When the whites of your eyes

When the whites of your eyes
Don't see the light of day too often
Then my friend it's time to call a halt
Yes when every waking moment
Bequeaths some form of escape
The time is nigh to seek gestalt
Each cringe of skin
Each sudden jitter
Listen
Listen good
Time to change
So how do you go where to look
The answer is screaming
But it is within
And no more lies will help you
Begin
Of course the biggest most damaging lie is to oneself
But also the most easy until self respect returns
Clutch not onto straws
Unless to hold them in your hands
And gaze real hard, mean something
Stare beyond the bricks and mortar
Focus your attention on the most miniscule
Be not afraid of being misunderstood
Nor of misunderstanding
Slowly now, real slow, take all of your time
Soon, soon the thinking will begin
Take a thought and write it down
Pluck another as they race across
Your myriad of disconnection's
Mix the thoughts with pen on paper
In words in pictures
And as you draw, as the ink flows
From some thousand instantaneous hits inside your head
Remember, no conception this from stimulant
No alcoholic haze or nicotine dullness
Just you and you
Move on, move on, still smooth, still slow
Reach your tips of toes; beyond the body
Stretch out to your very extremities
Turn on the music listen listen
To just one heartbeat
Amongst a hundred thousand collisions of sound
Take a colour and rub it rich
Deep into the canvas
A life in layers
Layers of golden crimson
Now pick up the silk
Soft, so softly stroke between
Your fingers and your thighs
This is you and only you
Alive to tactile sensory sensation
Stimulated within, within by you
Step now, step forward, step back
Twist your toes and smile
Learn to say, to say control
You may feel if you wish
A little pleased with progress
But progress one moment only
Know full well this house of cards
Is not yet to turn to stone
So stop stop now and work hard
To recollect
Remember that very instant
When you did not, would not, could not say no
Folding falling for fictitious viscous freedom
If, if only
Avoid if only
Build a test to test temptation
All the while fondling silk and feeling good
Each and every once you see temptation eating at your core
Work, work with pen and paper, work with thoughts and thoughts
Now decide in the full light of day
And the full light of your being
Your reason, your rational for living
Escape if you wish
But escape to nothing
Nothing more than the oxygen of you and you
Stroke the marble, marvel at the texture
Mould the ball within your palm
Say soft words, say them slowly
Sometime take time to contemplate
Two thoughts intertwined with a common bond
Molecules in mesh
Upon this creation add your idea
Try to weave your way inside
This composite
Stable, living, breathing structure
Feel feel not for a parting
But a solid bond, a point of high energy
Waiting for your fusion
This my friend is friendship
Here the lies are gone
But to enter
Your first pass is to be true to yourself
Friendship is a form of magic
Conjured from the craziest calculations
Open your arms
Embrace
Smile
Enter


a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link