Clear Water

Bhagavad Gita
As it is, as it ever was
Behind Proust
& Evelyn Waugh
Pennies from Heaven
From five to eleven
Too many coincidences
My seven senses tell me
Remonstrate and castigate
Harden up the will
Forge some strata
Put some clear water
Between you and you

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Masthead

Flags in the park
Bring light to dark
Reflect stark perfection
Miles of orange cloth
Unveiled, curtailed
Sails for a city’s soul
Creation, core declaration
Stores of ideas, enthusiasm’s
Making something solid
Plastic, clay and vision
Monumental decision
Open to derision
Abounding joy
Abound in joy




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Revealed

Knocked about
Rough edges smoothed over
Rough diamond
A touch too smooth

Shaped by all
That society could muster
Trusted too many pamphlets
Too many self-help books

Stripping bare
Is not an alternative
For the King
With too many clothes

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Rivulet

Wave crash

Whiplash

Onward

Unknown soldier

Wave crash

Sea splash

Oceans grow

Ever deeper, ever colder

Salt water drains

Across bitumen tarmac

Lit by starlight; the streetlight

Goes as nowhere

Rain water

Drains into rivulets

Hidden, moss grown stones

Roll on, roll on over

Wave crash

Pebble-dash

Inward, homeward

Onward, boulder

Wave crash

Cars smash

Society’s apart

Grown colder

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Invitation

Where are you now
Write to me more often
Where are we now
So innocently spoken

Where I am
Fairly often
There you are then
Nothings broken

Written invitation
Simulated tactile sensation
The coffee’s black
In Massarella’s café

The light is bright
Behind the lens
I smile, awhile
In moments of magic

Where are you now
Write to me more often
Where are we now
So excitedly spoken

Knocks on the head
Some say I still suffer
Knocks on the head
Woken with beauty

Concentrate
On a transparent mind
Postulate, bring to life
Disorder thoughts inside

Drive me
Madly
Introverted
Extrovertly

Where are you know
Write to me more often
Where I am now
Panic fades slowly

A birth is more special
Than I can contemplate
A life is more special
Than I dare care to admit

How to release
Unwise ineffectual pressures
Retain, explain
Loves compassion learnt

Where are you now
Write to me more often
Grow me
Slowly

I feel
To exude high expectation
Is this received
Perceived, untrue

You seem able
Stable, of invention
Thoughtful, real, true
You, you…

Supportive or disruptive
Challenge or cajole
Balanced or biased
Me or you

Energy flows
The picture grows
The smile returns
Doubts burn away

Where are you now
Speak to me
Speak to me more often
Kick me

Metaphorically
Engage me
Express me super-sensually
Draw me, repeatedly

Tell me
What I should give
Demand of me
To reach you, with you

Command; perhaps
On reflection
The flow should meander
A little

Where are you now
Still with me
Instill in me more often
Be no more a distraction

Extracting
Self satisfaction
Self sufficiently
Unaware

People need people
Compliments breathe
Human intercourse is
The second oxygen of life

Where are you now
Will you
Be
By my side



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