Good Night

By the open door
Looking to the moon
The evening ends
It’s morning too soon

Listen to the score
Hosannah up on high
Promises to send
Expectation’s to cry

Always then more
Of the daily timetable
Classes to attend
For proof of being able

Tilted glasses core
To sparkling flames
Sauvignon blended
All freed of blame

The inner shores
Cushion landed waves
To follow the trend
Of the truth he craves

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Directions

East to West
Or rather
West to East
Looking South

Looking
North to South
Down the spines
Of electricity pylons

Eyes falling
Blessing the light
That shakes reflections
From the industrial waterways

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Buffered

In times of separation
All that care
Is passionately expected

Dusk to dawn dependants
Placed their bets
For the never-ending story

Not quite in the gutter
But not far away
In camera-shutter circles

How much sadness
Reflects on the water
How much joy suppressed

Or flows of adrenalin
Time to tell and show
The deepest deep-hurt

That cuts into sensitivities
And causes the revolt
Against established society

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Breathing

Five minutes more
Before
The door opens
And mediations begin

As if the score
Could core
Itself completely
And contemplate sin

At the seashore
Walk some more
Inside the mind
And analyse the grin

Take the floor
Close the door
Engage experience
And love as you cling

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Blue Pictures

When the past was only one
When the good was good as gone
When days, and nights, were ever long
When the mind was killingly strong

That the blue light, on the tree
Before the words on being free
Stolen smiles such brief history
Times in line, total all that I see

When wind in sails shows nothing wrong
When to start each prayer we had a gong
When every morning began in plainsong
When girls waltzed in, and came along

That the blue light, on another tree
Beyond the words that try to seize
Given love, it is love with no mystery
Seemingly in awe of the secret breeze

When the past at last is neatly undone
When the future is secure now we run
When the hand, stands free of the gun
When strength is no wrench from fun

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