Chapters torn apart and scattered

Chapters torn apart and scattered
Through the land of time
I want to avoid them completely
In case of dying

Love leaves – fall in the wind
I follow at a funeral pace
Wishing the wind would turn around
And blow them in my face

The clock face of love, unwound
The steps of time go up, then go down

4/ Good Love Gone Bad

There’s a burden of love that won’t go away, so real I can taste it on my tongue touch it with my mind feel it in me like undigested frogs spawn.
The light green trees of light, of Ash, and the flowers of Horse Chestnut spikes makes me wish I could produce more art.
A general fear of death, dying, destruction is taking over.
Everywhere I look I see a countdown to some ending, some disturbing mystery probing me.

I am a burden of love, now I become what I cannot control.

I am a human sacrifice adrift on a sea of flames.
I am a ships radio officer adrift in a sea of light.
I am bad love gone unhealed for years in a sea covered in floating medicine bottles and naked female manikins.

A pair of nervous sparrows their feathers smudged in a darker colouring visited my little garden of wildflowers. They darted away like two spitfires between the hedge growth.

Shirley Bassey takes the place of you

Shirley Bassey takes the place of you
I wonder if you know
When you left this vacuum here
When I was feeling low
I heard a Shirley Bassey song
Her singing took your place
Love and a Shirley Bassy song
Here filled this empty space

Shirley Bassey takes the place of you
And what could never be filled
The love I always had for you
You never really killed
Your love I can never forget
and I well remember your face
Now it’s a Shirley Bassy song
That seems to take your place

You’re as young as you were in those days
In mind you’ll always be
As young as you were in those days
And full of vitality
And those days are living in me still
Kept alive and free
Yes that love is still alive inside
With Shirley Bassey and me

I live in a time vacuum
Like I have nowhere to belong
I often forgot what wounded me
And pretend that nothing is wrong
I haven’t seen you since my youth
Has it really been that long?
If you want to know what took the place of you
It was a Shirley Bassey song

11 Jan

The Storm

November storms take the last leaves from the trees
Growing on the branches in the summer
Blown by violent gale force wind into the twilight
Down to the ground they fall to the hammering winter

As light fades, I watch helpless from the backroom window
The insecurity of love confront the stormy evening
Blown across the hillside, dissolving in the night
Passing the watchful in the darkness on the road

Tired of turmoil I sit qui-vive in the amorphous room
A towering darkness separates me from your life
I see through the storm as if it were glass, your home
As crashing furious darkness spreads over the road

The ruthlessness of the storm has no time for a goodbye Will not see the comedy played in the shelter of the heart
Or remember the love story ending in the winter shadows
Wants only power and fear to cast out the dying year

No light is seen in the dark pouring rain
Fiercely splattering the window and then hurriedly sweeping on
For the future is a puzzle gathering in the darkness
An insecure mirror of nature born from destruction

The ancient river of life assembles in the unknown
Beneath the stratus, static shadows of memory begin
With the consciousness of how incomplete experience remains
As winter prepares the new season beyond the storm

Oh my love, here I am, because of you

I went into a courtroom
Somewhere in the sky
I didn’t speak to no one
I didn’t even try
The people swam like fish
A hook was hanging down
It turned into a slaughterhouse
With carcasses moving round

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

I went into a lecture room
To listen to a cloud
It spoke with bolts of lightening
As it pranced across the ground
I saw a pile of teenagers
Their bodies heaped up high
My gills turned into water
My moths began to cry

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

I went into a temple
Somewhere in Languedoc
I saw a strange mosquito
preaching from a rock
A fishing boat was passing
With passengers dressed in white
Singing Halleluiah
Into the falling night

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

The locust men were following me
in the tunnel of a drain
Where stacked up just like firewood
Were the engines of a train
I climbed a fallout shelter
With it’s balustrade of fog
Where a circle of strange sailors sing
Drinking bowls of grog

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

I went into bed and breakfast
for serpents of all kinds
I knew that you were with me
In a suitcase full of signs
The last thing I remember
Was the crows of Hackney Wick
Rising up like Satan’s flames
To the tick tock tick tock tick

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

Here are an audio and a PDF of the poem/song

ohmy love, here I am, because of you