Poems from 1989-1999

Many of these poems reflect change from girlhood into womanhood, sex, love, passion and youth, my poems were a lot shorter then and quite explicit too :O

Sunbeam radiation - 1994

Sunbeam radiation

develops into life

i feel you move within me

like a slow and twisting knife

Soldiers of love - 1999

Sensibility makes mirrored gestures

takes hold of my once rampant heart

calm reflection

Restoration

rebuilding of bridges

tangible webs of 

deceit, betrayal, anger

all soothed

Life wealthy in my arms

soldiers of love

soldiers of love

soldiers of love

Concubine - 1999

Out of the shell 

emerges revolution

no longer hiding behind solid walls

fluid

languid

she melts into existence

powerful 

perfume

no longer the yes or the no

but a maybe

running alongside the track

jumping the hurdles

obstacles of youth

gaining speed

wisdom the only ailment to the race

Rituals of dance- 1998

as i look out from the window

i can see shadows

i gaze upon them as they weave

in and out of one another

in some strange and wooing sequence

some ritual dance of time

some lost element

unable to voice itself

i sense life 

as it toys with us

drifts

hovers cleverly around doors

as it blends

and soars

i taste dreams

flavours that waft 

around rooms

buildings

portals of souls

rituals of life

Mafioso - 1999

Positively naked

prematurely balding

i see the tops of buildings

scaled down into miniature

They will find us here

where we believe we are safe

they will seek us out

and the history of man before us

the winds of change will encompass

bringing rain

yet sun again and again

the re-birthing begins

Rhapsody- 1999

Changes within me

ocean deep they flow through me

like a mighty rhapsody

i see the changing colours

break the mirrored glass

yet merely touch the hem

for passion consumes the strongest will

takes me into uncharted waters

where wiser women have drowned

in their own blood

sex crazed love junkie - 1999

Sex crazed love junkie
give me a hit
ease it slowly
bit by bit


Squeeze the juice

from every limb

give it up

let me in

Sex crazed love junkie

your soul is food

feed me slowly

feed me crude

Sex crazed love junkie
suck me dry
fuck me slowly
fuck me high
eat me wholly
purge my core
fuck me til 
you cant fuck no more

The field - Leominster 1989

the haunting vision

the field

the past whispers

echoes

has never really left at all

The mist hovers

then elopes in the morn

it does now and it did then

Passion 1994

Passion runs slowly through tiny gaps

in through solid walls and cracks

deeper than wounds

deeper than flesh

deeper than the chords that bind us

passion deepens 

it does more than linger

it overflows

bellows out of shallow caves

screams for something richer, deeper

something living

breathing

a heart beat

pulsating with the red blood of god

The flow - 1993

Subsiding

the flow curls into a droplet

forms itself into silver ore

becomes a stream of light once more

  

The past 1993

The past

the future

fade into nothing and become now

a single time

the essence of life reveals itself 

the path leads nowhere

we love without reason

for love has no reason

deeper than the surface

destiny holds us

Shadows 1999

Shadows falling

be the right time to fall

like a moonstone

shadows awakening

centuries of sleep

wiped from their eyes

shadows moving

within corners of the heart

folding

envelopes of a lost era

lost amongst caverns of regret

lost amongst heroes and saviours

lost amongst the dew of youth

lost amongst the fortitude of age

shadows deemed dark

penetrating

follow the human form

listen at doors

fornicate

non-sensical shadows

falling victim to whim

prey to fancy

some flight

natures compass

gravity

moon shakes

earth quakes

tremors stir

within the sanctuary of hate

gemstones glistening

in the pale silvery light of knowledge

trust abandoned

trust removed

lingers in memory

a reticent host

lost on a sea of dreaming

amongst those images of hope

Chords - 1992

Times chords echoed and dissolve

are we so separate?

is it all illusion?

a fragment of practiced time

sons of destiny

the eternal clock  moves its heavy leaden ed hands

to chime