Deep Hearts

The deep in you calls to the deep in me,
all your breaking waves,
broke over me,

beneath the surface,
of the surf
lies the force,
that formed the wave,
that shaped this earth,

Don't scratch my skin.
Don't scrape the dirt.
Dig down god-deep,
to the well of hurt.

The seed you planted,
deep in my dreams,
that runs through my soul,
through muffled screams,

calls to the deep in you,
to the hidden depths,
beneath your words,
beyond regrets.

Beyond the stars.
Beyond understanding.
Beyond my need.
Way past my demanding,

a home for the heart,
all that I am, and am to be,
cries out to you,
longs to see,
Love, Justice,
Creation, Mercy.

The deep in you calls to the deep in me,
all your breaking waves,
broke over me.

Still waters run deep,
wake the desires beneath,
that slip into sleep.
Stir the sleeper into stirring.
Summon the deep,

the deep in me,
all you made me to be,
calls out to you,
as you call out to me.
Summon Leviathan ,
from the depths of the sea;
Awaken love.
Awaken thirst.
Awaken me.
Do your worst.

Naked flowers

I burned our naked photo's tonight,
Petals of the flame curling into the dark,
Five years of hanging on,
Surrendered to the match heads spark,

Our love's young bloom, before my eyes,
Becomes a shriveled up and blackened rose,
As the celluloid curls up like toes,
Layer upon layers,
Rose upon rows,
As the ashen pollens rise,
An undecided light, blossom-flickers across my nose,

Bouquets of potent chemicals,
Dangerous if inhaled too long,
Seem to fill up this open air,
Cloying, reaches into my lungs,
But I am not intoxicated by its fumes,
Immune, I gaze into the blooms,

Our nakedness and shame,
Covered finally by some carbon blanket,
Like in another life-light,
Petal-adorned bed clothes,
Set for a banquet,
Sex and death and flame
Burned up like innocence,
Burned up by pain and blame,

And when the flames have done their work,
The darkness came, to reclaim,
Among the scattered ashes, a thousand tiny poppy seeds of light,
Like the lights of a distant, distant city,
Crackle persistently in residue of shame,

And inevitably they too will die,
Giving seed only to these futile words,
Until I stir the Ash laid flower bed,
And again, in their turn they burst,
Into more cities and colonies of even smaller seeds,
Until lines between dark and light,
Seem almost blurred.

I lay these Nude and firey flowers,
On the ashen grave of our loves hours,
And prayers ascending, like hot ash into the night,
I release my heart,
I release the light.

It's the things I can do now (that remind me of what I cant)

Since you have gone;

I can leave my plate of food, temporarily on the floor,
If I go to the kitchen, I can leave open the door,
I can step confidently and barefoot across my room,
In the dark,
(Canine incontinence is such a lark)

But I can never hear you bark,

I can leave my mattress where it lies on the floor,
(Never worrying about what urine may pour),
I can stay out at night until quarter to four,
I can spin around suddenly without treading on your paw,

But I cannot reverse the law,
Of death and grief,
Even though it thaws,
I can never trim your claws,
Or look on you lying,
In the place that is yours,

I can go out all day, I can stay over night,
I can leave early, winter mornings,
Without leaving on the light,
Leave the door open wide,
Without you taking flight,
I can leave food lower,
Than your heads height,

But I can never leave you, when I go out at night,
And I can never return to the welcoming sight,
Of you.

I can never leave you again.


(For Lilly)

Lost ground

Lost and found,
I lost my ground,
I heard a sound,
And hit the town,

I paint it red,
I want it dead,
Now I lay me down to bed,
And block out the noise I've come to dread,

The noise of unrequited dreams,
The silence that will haunt my screams,

A Poem A Day

Here, take one of these,
Once a day, every day of the week,
Till you fall to your knees,
Type away typos,
Till you loosen your keys,
Click save when your halfway done,
So its easy to breathe,
Soul into memory,
With an apparent ease,
A poetry pill, to swallow,
If you do, or don't please.

A poem a day,
keeps the dullness at bay.

A writer who's triter,
 A Poet who's slow, its,
harder to look,
At the titles/recitals contained in a book.
I look at 'My boys' on the shelf,
Herbet and all the poets call out,
Physician, Heal thyself.

one in the morning

its one in the morning
and half way to dawning,
I'd write something pretty,
But I'm afraid you'd be scorning,
Or at the very least yawning,

It's one in the morning.
Halfway to dawning,
I should be sleeping,
But melancholy is spawning,

It's one in the morning,
Halfway to dawning,
I remember your wedding clothes,
As you stood in the awning,

It's one in the morning,
I have finally stopped fawning,
the realisation has come,
that true love ain't sworn in
Though we lie together, we'll never be one,
In the morning.

Her Mothers Eyes (for Rachel on her wedding day)

Your big blue eyes, were as open as the sky,

I remember your open hearted enthusiasm,

for everything you tried,

you have your mothers eyes,

I remember curling photos of sunny summer days,

Paddling pools and lady birds and all within her gaze,

She is watching you,

In everything you try,

You have your mothers eye

And onward through your childhood, through scraped knees and broken hearts,

Mopping tears and calming fears, with the wisdom she imparts,

She is watching out for you,

As you try life on for size,

You have your mothers eyes,

And into adolescence, with all its changes and frustrations,

The late night calls and arguments with their vivid illustrations,

She was watching out for you,

Beyond the tantrums and the lies,

What ever you say, She knows that you belong to her,

You have your mothers eyes,

And into calmer seas of womanhood, on a footing that's more equal,

Through car crash after car crash, and then again through every sequel,

She smiles and she sighs,

When all is said and done,

You have your mothers eyes,

And suddenly a crushing absence, a void is forced into our lives,

And in her last moments you were the last to see her eyes,

But the last eyes that she saw,

Were Her daughters eyes,

You always caught her eye,

And onwards in her absence, looking on from heavens skies

Your daughter is born,

And she has her mothers eyes,

Some don’t believe in heaven, but as you know I do,

And somewhere in that cloud of witnesses,

She is the one that's watching you,

In everything you try,

You have your mothers eyes

And I know, in a sense, she is here with us, on this November day,

And I have a feeling there's a few things that she would like to say,

She'd say that you look beautiful, but then you always do.

She'd say that she was really proud of you, that your inner beauty is shining through,

She's say don’t forget to make God the centre of your life,

She'd say that you're a fantastic mum and you'll make a fantastic wife,

She's say that she couldn’t love you more, Keep your eyes upon the prize,

She'd say 'lay down your life for love, because true love never dies',

And most of all she'd say, where ever you go, what ever you do, as you try life on for size

She'd say that you will always,

Have your mothers eyes.