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July 17, 2017 - A poem about Cosmicity, Nature, Lyrics

Our Forefathers Told

Sleeping in barrows
Where fields lie fallow
In tracks we now follow
What Forefathers told.
Of keeping these stories
In buried history
Where Earth was the glory
Our Fathers foretold.
From Downland to Midnight
From Noonbright to candlelight
To gratitude of foresight
The Forefathers told.
Of listening to land
Where all used to stand
And nature commands
We’ll hear what they told.
Of praise and lost hallow
Where boys search for arrows
And men mark the shallows.
Watching seasons take hold
Letting histories unfold
As ever, as before,
This is as foretold.


July 5, 2017 - A poem about Cosmicity, Age, Lyrics

This Clock Is Never Wrong

Don’t want to know if I’m falling apart
Closer to the end than I was at the start
Busy chasing fractions in the halves
Silver embers dulled inside my heart.
As if hands of mine hold all I’ve learned
Despite the many stones unturned
Tempting me to walk, between and over paths
Make memories, not photographs.
And if I deny the arms and hold of time
This metronome that once was mine
Sending pulses to some different drums,
Awaiting beats as yet to come.
As thoughts race on to ticker tape
Passing plans that lose their shape
Telling me I’m shooting arrows at the fog
Snatching diamonds from the bog.
And you can’t pick days from seasons
Expecting them to offer reasons
Remind me the turn of ways and means -
All just fades between the scenes.
When I’m chasing halves of fractions
As embers cool from their inaction.
So don’t tell me if I’m falling apart -
If I’m close to the end, I’ll just go.
Back to the start.


April 26, 2016 - A poem about Cosmicity

Music Is An Ocean.

at dawn,
plot a voyage
a chart, or a dive
seek some things you
may not know yet as art
maybe, just sit quietly -
wait there until dark
watching tides
as others
and others
jump high fives
or find somewhere else
calm, to test the heartbeats
raising oars, riding boards
paddling this cold floor
where children plant
their secret hoards
and nothing
here is
as boats
trawl the edge
churning horizons
beyond a wavered shore
precious bounty lies below
all that is, and comes before
the loud applause of gulls
losing sense of freedom
calling the tailgate
wet breeze
hopes that can
and should be be cut.
The cold ropes of yearning
let them drift and slowly fall -
this multitude is as deep or wide
as you and your imaginings
and patiently it waits
for you to dive in.
Join the sea
and drift


June 26, 2013 - A poem about Cosmicity, Art


It was a green haloed moon
And nobody saw it but you
There were particles and mysteries
hanging in the air like necklace beads
And nobody saw this but you
What was seen was over soon
And nights like these are few
Some read articles or poetry
Some feel they must be reckless too
But you, you saw ions circling
Like bracelets on the wrist of night
Like halos round the moon
Only seen by you.


August 13, 2010 - A poem about Cosmicity

I Missed the Meteors

Maybe my eyes,
they were not accustomed,
not tuned to the night into which they stared.
I watched but only glimpsed the imaginary sparkles,
the nothing definites - the blinks of stars through veils
tiny lost satellites unfurling their wings
like moths breathing the glow.
Did I see this? Or was it just rushing blood,
rushing by? It matters not, I will never know.
The night felt fine and that,
was good enough.


March 4, 2010 - A poem about Cosmicity, Situations

There is something about the way of things.

you could deny
these slipping nights
but at your peril.
Counting stars does not
bring the sky any closer
and there is no meaning
in the inevitable,
You cannot slow this down.
Let it all go. Accept the flow.
Yes, you may be thinking about
the edge of the universe.
the end of knowing
but even there,


February 27, 2010 - A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics


Surely you know
you can’t talk
to a stone
unless of course
you are the wind
then nothing changes
unless you ask it to
confess its cause,
connect itself
to all you seek
so near the end
where whispers blow
upon the source
of contours slow
and what it is
you’re looking for.
Surely you know
you can’t talk
to a stone,
unless of course,
you are the wind,
then on you’ll wend
like hushes flown
like spirits thrown
like feelings shown
now on you go,
my friend.


October 8, 2009 - A poem about Cosmicity

The Observer Effect

The mind
can’t be fully aware
until it thinks about awareness
but what it learns in thinking this
alters the way it perceives itself.
Therefore, we must conclude.
It is foolish to think
The mind can ever be
fully aware.


October 4, 2008 - A poem about Cosmicity


It was a wise machine
that wound this ball of string
as tight as season rings
somewhere it started
and somewhere it ended
the whirl of things not right
nor wrong - just reasoning
wandering round and circling
like thrum of strands within threads
like clustered shards in filaments.
a universe of time
unquenchable, intense
untwisting, complex intent.
I understand.
We are entwined
beneath this endless, turning


April 29, 2008 - A poem about Cosmicity

My Luminous Horse.

mouthing Swinetown wind -
raking moon above grey veins,
rattling battle pennant bones
above a once proud clan.
With airborne spires -
these aspirations
held aloft but not
in vain,
with spines of hope
knowing that they can.
This glowing beast
it will tell, it will show.
Display the mysteries
all should know.
Brothers and sisters!
Imagine a luminous horse
tethered high above the land
I call on you,
support this


April 18, 2008 - A poem about Words, Cosmicity

Making a Decision.

you instinctively know
the right decision
ten minutes before
you make it.
What were you doing
ten minutes ago?
what was on your mind?
Was it inevitable
like a twisting bird
waiting to land?
You were
wondering weren’t you
and now,
you read poetry.
The answer,
is still


March 10, 2008 - A poem about Cosmicity

Mystery Poem

in a tear
as they are
the racing car
lamps of your eyes
tracing, scratching lines
towards the inward
imaginings of selfish ‘I’
whirling in surprise
chasing those that hide
already cold as shudders
break, like new waves in ice
across the movers and the lies
doggedly tough
as they are
like trapped sky cries
wrapped in furrows and twine
there, sighting cloudline
blistered gaze
falling now
with bow and rise -
she’s a strange insect
flailing in a night jar
catching scent of moon
and twilight brings her soon -
tell your pacing heart
these pulses, these flashes
these little arcs of light
they, are just
the start.


February 12, 2008 - A poem about Cosmicity

Ostend 1981

Have you seen
the proof displaced
lost belief just wandering
streets, touched past touching
quantums, atoms, molecules
streams as we are lead
in vapours wake
he goes
singing; grapevine broke my heart
let this troubleman be calm
no god, no good nor bad - just him
in mild european air
Real Magic is given to so few
watch closely and know
divine souls find their divinity
in everyone.


November 11, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

White Flame Within.

White flame
burns bad things,
turns mourning
into dust
moves morning
into dusk
lingers long
like lovers
after lust.
head & heart
a fire -
white glow
& tinder-piled,
sad things
White flame
glows &
must go -
even things
you’re scared
to know
the thoughts
you dare not
a hurting
of stacking ills
to set alight
and burn


November 8, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics

Mystic Shift.

And down came rusty stars
raising arms for all to shine
and low we dressed our frownfolk scars
chasing psalms and twisting twine (again)
with dreams but not quite ours
we carry ladders into night
pine the scent of cosmic wine
and then, we smoothly rise
like ancient sparks
like hilltop fire
and now, like cinder’s climb
inclined from pine to sky
we fly above
this awkward,


October 14, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity


It’s blank
this space
we occupy
scratching the void
we stare
in articling watch
we see
cold folding air
we share
time spilled sun
we thank grace
more than that
we are here
and we are there
and we fail
and we can feel
we almost care
this is blankness
after oneness
after selflessness
after all.


August 7, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

Reality fold.

Disregard all
you have been told
UFOs do not exist.
The advanced beings studying us. All lies.
Time travel is the truth
Visitors from the future
maybe sinister, maybe sympathetic -
who knows, who cares apart from them …
but who, are ‘they’?
THEY are here
screwing with the now,
tinkering with the cogs,
bending the levers
We are led to believe
in conspiracies
but the real conspiracy is
what we’ve been led to believe.
What are they doing here ?
Did one of us do something
we shouldn’t have done?
Did one of us step
on the bug of what happens next?
Maybe you (yes you) -
thinking about changing the future
right now, maybe you changed it
as a consequence
just by thinking
the world needed fixing,
You created a new one
and the old one died.
And time is an open door.
Tell them!
There is no mystery;
Travel from the future,
don’t change the past
and you’ll be welcome


May 6, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

Again, contrived.

I want to be an effect

but end up misaligned

I want your respect

but never quite arrive

it’s true

you get what you wish for

at least I think that’s what we’ll find

I just want to connect,

spark your atom mind.

feel kiss of whisperwind.

Oh god. Again,

I’ve ended up



April 27, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

whitespace and voltrons

Been a while
since we spoke
of such things
peeling eyes
around thoughts
we circle
in whitespace
and voltrons
we are stellar
we are sand
and then
we are


March 30, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

Look at me I’m flying

Just for a moment I was a bird
and you were tiny beneath my wings
for a moment swooping circles high
with you below with wait for me to sing
for a moment I was untethered
and you stared at broken strings
for a moment I swear I soared
over reaches of folk and kings
for a moment, just a moment
riding the joy of winds
you warned I might forget
such things.


March 29, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity


We have these evenings here
sometimes crystalline blue
sometimes like silver
sometimes like blonde
in pepper light
and we scurry
and we scamper
until it feels
there is less
to heave.
these evenings -
sometimes, filmset bright
halogen staged for shadows’ reach
pure lit fingers swooping -
down from old moon sighs.
Sometimes this air resonates,
sometimes, like finest sinewave glass
shaking over sheep-bed green
these evenings hear the fears
sometimes they will appear
to anyone who waits
for evenings here.


March 8, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

little big.

what’s the difference
between a rock and a stone
thought the ant
pushing against purposes
like a dot - marking sentences
ordering the knots
like a fading spot satelite yacht
no brighter than a spore in the rot
between floors
between the walls
somewhere lies repentance
the ant thought -
a lot.


March 6, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

It’s a Nervous Habit.

Sort of maybe
chewing over things
crooked English teeth
tease chipped-tip flesh
I can’t resist
I bite the mouth
that feeds.
It comforts me -
peeling tender skin,
the kind within, beneath.
There is no rush
so I must desist
to bite this mouth
that feeds.


March 5, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

I, Watcher.

I watched you
just like you said
watched every twitch
every gesture
every shake
and yes - I could see -
see what you were thinking,
wanting, expecting
you were dipping your smile
down and to the left again
your singing mouth
briefly stilling;
a nod, a tilt,
a subtle slant
and I thought I knew.
O.K - I’ll admit
I looked away -
lost my track
but only then
I felt.


January 8, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity, Nature, Lyrics

You and I are rain

need rain
like you and I
disolving soil and
seeping down to earth
once and through again
we go like icey broth
when winter chimes
in want of some reprise
we wake, and nourish all
feel each kernel, every husk
writhe and double
push the clay and loam
grasp the psalm of storms
and later, balm of stars
at dusk.
We are rain soaked
you and I
and into the footings we fall
ringing the brittle song
that calms and tells of time
renewed, like seeds
and rain
like you,
and I.


December 21, 2006 - A poem about Cosmicity


Oh Gelderland,
In night I wait for you,
Long before the slay
Of slate-smudged days.
Are you real or just a dream?
Oh Gelderland,
Lying down with evening’s hearth
Watching flame and twisting heart,
Hearing coals cracked wide
Against my art.
Tell me again
The things I know -
Before my closing eyes forget,
Before my loping last regrets,
Oh Gelderland.
Let your old winds blow,
Like soul of souls on wintered air
Sent from you, oh Gelderland -
Come soon your mystery,
Come soon.


December 1, 2006 - A poem about Cosmicity


I’ve seen her too.
Shiny, glassy even.
Midnight holding silver
Whistle to her lips
And the air abounds
With auspices of birds
Glowing like atom’s breath -
Imagined but alive.


October 11, 2006 - A poem about Cosmicity

Skin Deeper

Shiny apples tease
With scent of promises
With Summer dusted skin
With polished tone
They sing to me
Perfect veined in selfish sun
and nourished by the want
Of one.

Shiny apples call
Intent on Autumn fall
Intent on dusky hands
Intent on cherished clasp
They come to me -
So rarely caught in hold
and needful grasp.

Shiny apples spoil -
How fate turns them all
How soon they heed
How truth can be
They lie to me
To catch my eye
To hold my mind
No time
to wonder


October 2, 2006 - A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

I Keep Forgetting

To be calmer
To try to understand
To dwell and
Know other minds.
To remember all things
No matter how small
To catch the shapes
In blurring wheels
I cannot see.
To try to be
Is want to be -
Part of else
Apart from


September 30, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Belief


is this thing -
this commune of souls
we now join?
Like calm weirpool’s rest
after spin of current
washing names
from stones.
You have entered me
and I have entered you
and we are one -
beneath the wind,
beneath the river kiss,
beneath even clefted earth.
And still we ask.


September 20, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

Full Moon Day.

Such is passion you invoke
Much are feelings you provoke
Touched I am by tender stroke
Like hushing flame and twisting smoke
Lush sense knows you have awoke
Like midnight flush on new moon oak
I rush to hear the words you spoke
For such is passion you invoke.


September 13, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Nature

Change’s wind.

Gather in the sun
Make the most
Before it’s done
Watch ripples
One last time
See the flowerings
Nature’s won
Meditate on how
Summer’s changed
The evening show
And even birdsong
Before season’s reel
And greying days
We all will know
Farewell now
To kind and warm
Before the storm
Before the spike
Of needle wind
And open souls


September 5, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics


One day the world will stop
But you shall leap the circle’s stall
Though still, the glassy pebbles fly
And angry boulders run down hills
Onto shoulders push against the pull
With wavering urge of spinning tops
And spiralling seeds in final fall
Like Catherine Wheels that call.
And when rounding winds desire
They’ll cease their turn within
For such is fate that never tires.
One day the world will stop
But you, will carry on.


August 31, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

Not for Sale.

Look to samphire skies
Where nature’s stations form
Where playful dusk twists sun
And stars begin to turn.

Gaze on, gaze on
Where nations share the show
Where children learn to muse
With horizon twine and flow.

Drink-in the twilight breach
Where souls run to rivered night
Feel winds that rest and contemplate
Then breathe what we all know.

No-one owns the sky.


August 19, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity


are we
to pre-suppose
to know that we are those
that shine with special glow.
We are merely they,
that follow normal ways
asking questions as we go
of whom and what we want to be.
And what is this we wonder now?
Who the hell,
are we.


July 6, 2005 - A poem about Words, Cosmicity


Now there’s a good word.
A sense, a feeling
of sophisticated subtlety.
Like something you can’t see
or touch, or taste
beyond mundane reality.
Something you can’t quite place
or an underlying philosophy -
perhaps what you might call
intrinsic personality.
Not quite sure and not quite there
like quiet tones in painted air.
But definitely everywhere.
The signals of distinction
I often miss in the meaning,
in the mystery of all
you mean to me.


July 1, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Journeys

Sleeper’s Junction.

Meet me,
at the first dream to the left
after the midnight bells.
I’ll be the one wearing a cape
made from peacock’s pride,
and a satin patch over
the wrong eye.
I mean it!
I’ll be there!
for someone -
someone like I’ve never met
(but have always known).
Someone carrying magic
in the heels of their shoes.
But how will I know
if it is you?


June 6, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

Frosted Wings.

And who put this barrier between us?
It refracts the knowing of who we are.
This splintered view, smudged
and denying the truths of everything,
it diffuses our connectedness.
We orbit such frayed outskirts -
you and I, like lost and aching birds
mist drenched, circling.
Reticent to land.


May 29, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics


Every tear that ever fell,
Every night of ocean’s swell,
Every scent and every smell,
Every year drawn from the well.
Every sunset says farewell,
Every molecule and cell,
Every stone that must rebel,
Every memory on which we dwell.
Every peel of nature’s bells,
Every movement in the fontanelle,
And everything here I now foretell -
All, but whispers in the yell.


May 26, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Nature

Rainbow Somewhere.

Shame you missed the rainbow
I really wanted you to see,
it was like the edge
of a butterfly wing
magnified and stretched
across the sky.
Something about it
seemed so powerful,
so magical. I even believed
that on this strange day
it would curl from me
to you.


May 24, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

Never Silent.

There is always something,
something that reminds -
it marks the pass of time.
The dusky click of clockwork hands
and helpless hold of hours lost,
the always notching gears
and cogs of slowly whittled days.
Such things remind
your muted fate.
Every baby cry.
Every laugh and sigh.
Every question asking why.
All but moves toward
a final hammer call,
and echoed nails bullied down,
buried into trickling soil
and stone that falls
upon this quiet sleep
as creaking lichen grows.


May 23, 2005 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity

You are Wind.

You are the soft wind that circles
In orbit around my earthly heart
The ceaseless breeze that kisses
But never slows in its domain
Over me, in reign of bounded soul
Over helpless capstone sleeves
My close-eyed hope that waits
For arc and sweep and tilt to I
And change in your trajectory.


May 16, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

Black Earth.

As dark as weasel toes we dig for agate glow
Where once were diamonds below coal
Lie mudcoat stones of mortal kind
Some say shaded magic casts a starless night
Hides the toil of hooded sky
As quiet shipwrecks leak their hold
Then ride on nightmare’s foals
All, spitting dust to claim,
Our ill-considered souls.


May 14, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity


I am falling like leaf spun in autumn roll
Like a papered plane in downward fall
There goes grace in gravity’s hold
On this air of splintered boards
As if it is not the landing
that really matters
As if it is the
glide that


May 11, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

When Dreamers Meet.

Last night I dreamed, and saw your face.
Framed behind the shutters of sleep
it WAS you, clearly smiling at me!
This was a strange recognition
like seeing an amnesiac polaroid,
and yours, was a composite
of all the faces I have seen.

Was it really you?

There was something I longed to say.
Something carried across the miles,
held close and desparate to be heard.
But as I dreamed and saw your face,
you grinned, and I then knew the real you.
I forgot my dullard words and turned away,
no longer feeling need or want to say.


May 10, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity


see the high ones play
like red and blue inkspots
in the willowing sky.
There. See them lifting
way above the over-hang
that influences wind
of little hopes like ours.
We try so hard to launch
above the shoulders
of windless days.
But do we feel
despair below the frame?
Do we know
the twisted strings
of innocence and crash?
No! Such earthly bindings
mean nothing to us,
who stay determined.
Soon, we WILL


May 5, 2005 - A poem about Words, Cosmicity

The Camel’s Back.

A peerless raindrop caused the flood
Like a black cell in the cleanest blood.
This was the blink that turned to sleep,
The final rest to scythe its harvest’s reap.
This was the smear that blurred the sun
Through squinted looks that told us all
In whispers fanning flame of days,
Dried, the youthful leaves of one
Who once, could silence crowds.
With heartbeats and a single breath
Like a newborn calling the world
A tiny thought to change us all.
Such is the power of words.


May 1, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity


Maybe I should shout this from a mountain top
But I don’t have a mountain to hand
If I did, it would be a magical place
Sculpted from some rare stone to propel my words
Closer to you, rising highest above the rival peaks
Appearing, as if mist shrouded Tibeten legend -
Now being revealed, but only to you.


April 28, 2005 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity

Freshest Air.

If I breathe, I breathe for thee
And every gasp of me doth resonate
With joyful air from ground to grove,
To mackerel sky above and back to me.
I breathe, I breathe for thee -
And atoms that we share agree.


April 21, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity


I lost myself.
Just for an instant,
it wasn’t me
standing there
thinking about
who and what I am.
And for a moment
I was nothing,
but a thought
bodyless and free.
Floating beyond
the soft cage
that is me.

I remembered.


March 22, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity


The night draws in the blanks
The day has left behind.
For troubled hearts like ours
That pine for rest through sleep
And soul becalmed below
The unprimed stars.
This healing shroud reveals,
The eventide balm that soothes
Us, bruised beneath the satin flags
Of sky like whispering waves -
To moon, upon, unseen, unbound.
Urging flight above the confines -
The brutish hold of gravity,


February 16, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

Cosmic Intercourse.

Let us talk
about the stars,
and where we fit within
the vista of being.
In which, we go naked -
skinnydipping existance
diving deep
for miraged pearls
in the sea
of who we are.
Let us close our eyes
and dream
of other things,
of happenstance beyond
the dull thud,
the daily numb
of common ways.
Let us meditate
on awakening.
Let us reel-in
the swirling cosmos,
hold its beauty
like snowdust
in our hands,
raise the soma
of life itself
to our lips,
and whisper.
Let us …


February 14, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

The Hero Moon.

Is he a man?
Or is he a figment?
Like the glint in a raindrop falling
from the lost tail of a speeding satellite?
He soars - acres high, up, above crown of land
like a proud beekeeper ushering safe return
of eve-time honey dance in costumed night.
Us, lost in starmist now beaconed through
to dusk-smudged earth below his subtle touch
that reaches dust, of mortal ground.
Is he a man? A spirit? A dream?
Who knows this truth but he,
who has power to roll tides,
to move minds of lunatic or child.
Even calm midnight doubt of poets
holding shadows back to see his glow
that steals away the clumsy thump of fate.
This hero’s light! It illuminates,
it shows us footholds in the night.
He is all, to all that seek
to know.


February 7, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

I Get This Feeling.

Like distant slide
from crown of mountain slip
into very pit of who I am.
Here is vertigo for cliff-edged
hearts like yours that tip-toe
ankle winds.

clutching gravity’s stall
of bloodstream rush,
like freshwater dashed in magnet dance
you move as particles
swirling toward the iron lips
of polar sea.

Through permafrost
and frozen root, gulley cut
and porous bed - the centre
to the core, traveling deep
within sediment soul,
and onto icepools
that only you
can thaw.


February 1, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Age

Yesterday Tomorrow.

Time is the leak you cannot fix
Seeping over meniscus edge
Like muddied ice in stubborn push
Slowly notching marks of us.
Plucked like frets and string
Scratch-scretched and resonating
As waves that flow through sky
In search for sands of you and I.
Shorter than a newborn’s thumb
Curled and clutched like tiger frond
Mewed to world and catching dew
Time falls slow on me and you.


January 4, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity


They say the earth is shrinking.
Like a loose stitched spinning ball
Thrown from backyard stretch to garden hold
Over fence and border row
Through trees and wind and sky
Even across mountains and sea
And there is you, shouting for the catch
Then me, aiming my baggy-limbed throw
And both of us - clutching the cusp
Of the world, spiralling between
The dust on which we shuffle
And our yearning arms.


December 12, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Lyrics


We are
velvet shadows
dusk plumed
tides of light
like star-torn
wandering chase
from wind sent
moonsong sighs,
sensing call
of crescent arms
through weave
of you and I.
like laughter -
young nightbirds
in veiled flight
like hopeful seeds
to the breeze.
Oh we are ghosts


- A poem about Cosmicity

Supine Way.

shadows slow
behind time
behind me
behind you.

seeds sow
beyond mine
beyond we
beyond soon.

somnolent show
before rhyme
before sea
before moon.



November 30, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity


she glows.
Like a half-closed eye
soil blacked and dust edged,
cupped in the bowl of my palm.
Like the chalky rhodolite glow
of apache tears in the moonlight;
Warm, not burning - just
comfortably luminescent,
remembering the flame.
I watch her noble stand
against my fuel-less hand
and whistle breeze
to kindle thoughts,
of how we
used to


November 29, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity

Beat Above.

Here’s to the Moon!
White skin stretched
and surface tuned
like a drum waiting
for rhythmic palms
and curious eyes.
Just look up
and play!


November 16, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity, Nature

Weird Times.

I am seeing less,
but more than Summer’s tired flare
On litmus sky above tapered mound
and rough-torn tissue paper hill.
I fall below the errant wind,
under etched-mist tears big as Oaks
that sense call rippled nature’s bell
and threaded cloud in wonder’s curl.
I feel something growing in this land
See it glow with change and knowing -
It is a time of flow and rise.
These sudden sparks of joy
are freaking me.


November 13, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity


On the gold-pan
River swelled
Beyond the bank
The glint of you
Remains unseen
Beneath the gravel
Shunted frame
All but watertwist
Flow of silt caress
And soft motion firm
On change’s ground
Brightest sparkle
In the vortex swirl
Our shaken joy
Of quivered hold
Against the pull.


November 11, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity


Step across the Sleepscape
Travel sandman’s track of night
Raise a torch above the walkways
So I may see the light.
Jump the dreampulse arc between us
Ride the curl of torpor’s tail
For you are moonlight’s pillowed muse
In the dreams that you ignite.


October 18, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity

Rare Essence.

Remember how it smells?
See the beauty that is becomed?
Feel the snapback and know this;
You are awakening.


- A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

Coal-eyed Friend.

Who sends this black cat
now crossing my ankles?
Dancing over toes,
see-sawing my shins,
like a skittish autumn leaf
circling the root of me.
It brings strange energies -
dark-spirals of attention.
This purring transduction,
making me wonder.

Is it you?
In another form?
What do you want?


October 10, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity, Nature

Why Write About The Sky?

All know
blue ivory cover,
and veined ghosts
of storm and rain.
And blood rush wind
conducting orchestras
of leaves, like thread
from endless tapestry.
All towards the slow pulse
glow of every turning moon -
the very things we see
and share.


September 28, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity

Meeting Place.

At night, in the pear orchard -
that’s where I will swoon and roll,
warmed as a firefly - like an ember
blown beyond this life I know.
So high, the guilded memory moon
that glows as if a silvered hole,
through which my wantings rise
then fall, as I am kissed
by dusk and dustlight call.
In time, I’ll mingle with the starlost
leap unbound, in sweet-seed air.
But now, I’ll seek the honest breeze -
and fall in love with tumbling midnight
leaves, like scattered souls.


- A poem about Cosmicity


String controls

the puppeteer

pulled as he

walks to lean.

Fate dangles

a pulley cord,

to the choices

of a king.


September 23, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Technology

We Transcend

Don’t blink or shiver, but I am with you now.
Right at this moment - beamed through the wires,
soft-breathing across the bones of you.
Relax, feel my curious spirit near - go on!
Concentrate; let your shoulders fall
and the worries roll - be conscious of
the tensions sloping down.
Here, let me help. I’m raising my arms,
waving spectral palms your way,
circling with unseen fingertips -
willing you on as you read,
sensing the electricity and flow
of who you really are,
and want to be.


September 9, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity, Age


You are too young to touch the stars.
They’ve been put beyond our reach
to keep them clean from naive grasp.
Tissue origami in the space wind
should never be unfolded.


August 13, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Puzzles

Isle of Yew.

There’s a voice
amidst the noise of stars.
Feint, but distinctive.
Sawtoothed in wave
and cackle of ozone.

Sensed among the spark
and spin of planets through
the galaxy, like bats circling
flare-wicked candleflame.

The voice is calling.
Vague, repeating, passionate -
words that want me to understand.
Argh! I just can’t catch the drift:

“… all our youth … ill of you
… oil of hue … isle of yew …”

What is the sky trying to tell me?
Do you hear what it says?
Can YOU work this out?


July 28, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity


I found a four leaf clover
It wasn’t sought - it just occurred
For me to peer below my tread and look for trove of luck.
I’ve wished upon its rarity for payback of my random find
Willing some consideration in the grand schema of being
Yet still I wait like a worn old coin resting on its side
Hoping the blackened cat of happenstance will show
The way that things could fall.


July 15, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity, Nature


There is a spike of light within the shoal
Kaleidoscope corralled by ocean haul
Left flighted in the right hand swarm
Through co-ordinates unparalleled.
There is genius gold in the gravel bed
Silk patched to old corduroy of earth
Glow worm lit on abandoned track
Mesmerising strayed souls.
Darling voiced amongst the Starlings
You are the earliest, sweetest kiss
Of rain and storm to fall upon
the borders of this flock.

You shine where we are dulled.


July 2, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity


Have you ever licked a snowflake
Felt its crystal heart evaporate
Beautiful complexity briefly riding
On a red hot rodeo?

Have you ever blown a dandelion
Seen parachutes of wishseeds fall
Gossamer batalions to the wind
Scattered mission - no recall?

Have you ever heard a petal roll
Listened to golden hiss on air
The roll of nature ventured
In turning of the dial?

Next time you catch the rain
Feel it light on hand
See the raindrops form
Like tiny oceans held.

Think how complex
we all are.


June 15, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity


Here fall stars from lover’s robe
raining down on earthbound foil.
In monarch cloak of night are we
as light above sublime.

Let us navigate these skies
bewitched by rapture’s satellite
for here we chase the dust
of a thousand million moons.

Just hold out your hands
… and fly.


June 12, 2004 - A poem about Words, Cosmicity

Vanity of Words

to think
these words
might resonate.
All pride misplaced
in the done but not the
doing. Technique is never
mystique, and clever words
alone are not enough to speak.

So let us both agree, to watch these words unfold anew.

In the being, in the seeing,
placed in the now - life’s
glorious nothingness.
Layed out for view
and framed by the
mystery of next
- the point of


June 11, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity

Be Still

Thine atom,
in contemplation.
The flow you crave is found inside
by calm stillwater, in quiet ebb.
As crystaline scintilla on the folded swell
of glacial ripple and listless tide.
Within you must wait.


June 10, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity, Puzzles

Lesson (a butterfly has two wings)

Who is yearning?
He says to me.
Is it you?
Asks I of he.
But who is you?
He questions I.
“You are learning”
is my reply.


May 24, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity

Urge of the Flame.

Do you sense the rising?
The mercury of your soul,
pulled by creation’s arm?
There, within you - spirit kindled,
centre warmed.

In the hothouse,
of your precious frame,
lies a moment, slow kiln-dried,
waiting to be overwhelmed.

Delighted by the candescence,
of this - your imagination,
the grinning usher of pending heat,
is watching you ignite.


May 23, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity


We follow the orbit of a lost star,
you and I, sharing telemetry - irresistably drawn.
No mere convenience or random circumstance,
you are north to south in the spin of my life.
We are guided by quantum ghosts,
whispering across the noise of the cosmos,
and we float apon it with radiant glow,
blown gently through our lives determined.

Long live this dependence,
this vital alignment - this happenstance.
May this remain beautiful and rare,
- our wondrous mystery.


May 18, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity

As I Wait.

Like a jewel of sunshine on the arc of a ripple,
and the elderly moves of a lonely cloud,
or droplets freed from fountains blown.
Beyond the confines of an ornamental source,
a downhill breeze carrying snatched birdsong,
on silent air, gossamer light above.
In this sacred space - this place of quiet,
I worship the moment where patience happens,
and wait for us to breathe as one.


May 13, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity


We are,
more than one,
but each is split,
atomic like.

From me to you,
a cosmic knit,
apart alike.

Oh quantum glued,
your god permits,
lightning strikes.

Not one, but two.
Let us touch the sides
of this world,


April 28, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity

Let the Moon Astound.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Don’t be earthbound,
as a shadow,
clinging to the floor.
Rise above the ground,
leave this dustball below stars,
and lose your earthly anchor.

Friends and Strangers!

The sky abounds,
for you today,
to love and to adore.
Galaxies surround,
your avatar,
a playground to explore


April 22, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity, Humanity


We are all,
but grains of sand falling,
through a child’s hand.

Draining through,
a sieve of fingers,
hauled by forces,
not within us.

at our hurtle down,
and trembling,
as we strike the ground.

We are reclaimed,
as land for sea,
and tide to take,
our destiny.


- A poem about Cosmicity

When Particles Collide

We share an electron charge, you and I.
Word and thought polarity,
crystalline tuned.

Pulsed from a lost lighthouse,
out there, in here and everywhere.

Circling transmissions, found.