Don’t get angry
Don’t get even
Don’t get down
Try to fly
No
Wait on
Work through anger
Work towards even
Build up from down
Now you’ll fly
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Don’t get angry
Don’t get even
Don’t get down
Try to fly
No
Wait on
Work through anger
Work towards even
Build up from down
Now you’ll fly
Ah
Clear thought
White waves
Blue sky
Message in a bottle
Hip
Twist top
Slight craves
Addicts lie
Message in a bottle
Lillie pond
Eyes wide open
Petals laying
On water swaying
Stems proud
Slice the shining surface
Wandering by
Caught the eye
Canvas
Vanishing under varnish
Tarnished impression
Suggestion liaisons
Woken
Eyes wide open
And seeing
And being
Seeing movement
Being moved
Moved by petals
Petals laying
On water swaying
No need to verbalise
Just no need
Feel the faith
Hold it for yourself
Feel free
No need to describe
Or feel trapped
Without words to share
Stare in to your own blank space
Safe from prying eyes
Clear the need
Critics of your description
Prescribe instead
Wider read, journey’s wed
Sun steps to moon steps
Coronets to coronations
Within the abbey
Within
Feel the faith
Hold it for yourself
Your faith
Yours only
Pictures, paintings and photographs
Still life, portrait, landscape and pornograph
Quiet, loud, stone deaf, no need to laugh
Canvas, razor blade, splash, slash the gaff
Riff-raff, taffy and terry, top floor, up the caff