Tuesday 17 January 2012

The Serpent and the Raven

internal clock of desire
deep insatiable need
an infant gnawing on its fist
hungry for its feed


as my arms have opened
as i look back across the years
searching ceased
cravings fed
what lies beneath the ocean bed?

but sorrow carved with joy
masks discarded upon the ocean floor
epic loving
washed to shore

now the woven chords
the bloody corpse of daylight
breaks
upon the shuttered world of us
as we slither to be born

shed of skin
decorative wounds
unravelled juice from the eye
 the great serpent
of creation
speaks 
unto us

you and i
broken from our shell
hollowed through 

magician
sits quietly upon the mountains peak
yet the goddess embarks
upon her solitary journey


life has woven us its song
now it is time to sing it

Monday 16 January 2012

Hermit


tiny crablike movements
across the sand
towards home
towards the inward place 
where the story ends
and the days begin

across the stormy sea
the Atlantic blue of a hearts longing
across a series of rifts, foaming crests
of a better dream

caution
the claw like hands pinch
the soft underbelly of youth
clutching the remnants to its breast
as newborn food

dormant shelter
from the rages of time
and the fiery pits  of desire
the wonders of hell
cannot fathom this sea
this murky underwater world so new

to the scuttling fusion go
to the roaming spirit rise
life is foaming to and fro
in the very minute that we rise

Friday 13 January 2012

Shadows - written in 1999 when i was 26 years old



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
fall amongst the remnants of the wake

Monday 9 January 2012

the blossoming

Blossoming bud
tender blood of youthful soil
lays fallow
virgin turf
regained 

crimson tides
 lurch of mothers heart
 screams
  thirsts 
heart of lamb
sacrificed

beauty drips slowly
 into heavy sod
for dreaming has surrendered into a new
formless kiss

forgiveness
breathes
chances out into cool night air
free
eternal

still
river flows onwards
rejoices
becomes
memory
no longer dream
 but truth