Déjà - View As You Wish

As the estate grounds open up

I swallow thirty years

In the one gulp of northern air

In that one moment

Even in the previous moment

I was left elsewhere

And in that otherwise

Of Poetry Otherwise

I was becalmed by beauty

Never really knowing

If that is what knowing is

Of theatre under moonlight

And in that sea swell

Of waveless nights

With painters at the ready

In that event

Even in the previous event

I am curiously left without any doubts

Perceptive - Seeing Is Believing

Does the blackbird scuttle

Due to the sounds or the vibrations issued

By my feet heavily stepping on the flagstones

Or do my piercing eyes

Effectively order the bird to take cover

Beneath the winter bushes

Which are distinctly smothered in morning dew

Do you perceive more than I 

Is there a morphic resonance

Which connects, outside of chance

Or coincidence; or am I simply lost

Is the date of the video being loaded

Any more significant than that of a birthday

Of course the experiments could be fake

But an academic taboo restricts disclosure

Instead to see you at the seashore

Where your consciousness expands

Out into a life within my life

A place where I am happy to welcome you

Disruptive - At Your Pleasure

So many thoughts

Way too many thoughts

Who is man enough

To hold onto so so many thoughts

Then the noises

Here, there, and everywhere the noises

Now, then, and whenever the noises

Up, down, and turnaround to the noises

But also

The glimpses of beauty

The deep releases of sneezes

To blow everything up, or close everything down

So many thoughts

The temples are vibrating

First with one thing, then with the other

Before it all kicks off all over again

Then the noises; where are you now

Where will you be tomorrow

Is there any chance at all

That we could share a conversation

No, Not That Way - This Is A Better Way For You

Instead of losing your attachments

Why not try to hold onto them

Try as hard as ever you can

Don’t let go, whatever you do

Not of lost love

Or past memories

Not of secrets, or promises

Or anything which gifts you joy

It is foolish to believe

That if you lose attachments

You will relieve your suffering

If anything the opposite is so

Instead of banishment

Turn to celebration

Dust off the cobwebs from your photographs

Buy no more love-psychology books

Make a collage of words and pictures

To breathe new life

Into that which the miserable buggers

Would have you throw away

Vacate - With Such Joy

I haven’t got going

It’s cold, I’m cold

I nearly bought a present

I almost sent a message

I felt, I felt

A bit better about myself

I haven’t got going

The feeling is cold

The intention is colder

I did have one warm thought

Then another, about the icicles 

At Hambleton, near Rutland Water