I Was Made For The Mountains

My Soul was made for the Mountains

My Body for the Swamp

My Heart shall live in the Highlands

And my flesh do what it wants 

I was not made  to fester

I was made to fly

My heart soars in the heavens

While my bones just sing and cry

These bones you've made shall praise you

These bones you've crushed shall live

While the flesh falls off of the cattle grid

They'll rise and take and give.

These bones you've made shall praise you

These bones you've crushed rejoice

While the flesh falls finally silent

They'll rise up at your voice.

I was made for the mountains

The horizons I see from there

The worry as the cloud below

Thick with the thinner air

I was made for mountains

Though I lie here in the bog

And wallow in the filthy water

Happy as a hog

Happy in the land below

In the marshy suck

Happy in my ignorance

Overcast down and down on luck

Happy in the pigswill

Happy in the trough

Like a dog with last night's vomit

I can't get enough

But Oxegen is my nutrient

Oxegen and light

And the Mountain is my homeland

Though I've made my bed in shite,

I'll yet climb up that cliff face,

I'll ascend that happy height

One day, I will attend 

When I've lost the proidigal appetite.

I was made for mountains

To walk above the mist

And soaring over valleys

And to feel the upward lift.

I was made to love you

And love you, oh God, I do,

So speak the words

And summon me

And I will come to you.

Un Poem Pour ma Soeur (Le Caulifleur de L'amour)

 Ma Soeur, ma soeur, mon petit chau-fleur

Tu est le meme de le vegetable 

avec your rigid Chevaux 

Cest ne pas blanc, non, cest une couleur de gris esst de brun

To est un brunette, aussi to est une certified lune.

Jadore, oui, Je t'adour mon petit champignon

Parce que elle na pas retenir son strong opinion

Avect ton 'no holding back'

et votre 'never be wrong'

Ouis, Je t'adore mon champignon

I feed you on merde

And keep you dans le dark

Mais first I must ask

Ou est le parc?

Ma Souer, elle est always dans le rivier, Ou dans la piscine

Pissing about, 

Si Vous savez what I mean?

Comme si she cant get enough de l'eau,

To ever be clean,

Pour this raison elle est exceptional aime la piscine?

Ma souer, ma souer, tu est le lumiere de ma couer 

Je tadore toi plus que le pettit chau-fleur

tu est mon prefere vegetable sur la table, for sure,

Ma souer, ma souer, ma tres jolie pettit chau-fleur.

Comfort

 Comforter,

Come for me,

Come fortify me,

Come forth

Oh Comforter,

And comfort me.

Comforter,

Come for me,

Come confront me.

Confront my contortion

No more distortion,

Comfort me

With truth I would not hear

But need to see,

Comfort me.

Oh Love, comfort me.

Comforter,

Another like thee

no other I need

My hands do not bleed

But yours have,

Come forth

and comfort me.

 Comforter,

The pain I escape

You would relieve

If only I'd breathe through it

Oh Breath of he

Come for me

Once more

and Comfort me.

 Comforter,

Come to me,

Come through me

and comfort all

I touch and see,

Come fortify,

Cause the door to fly open,

"This way for the broken"

Comforter come

Once more 

To me.

Space

 I see a space

That envelopes everything,

Like the gestational sac I saw

In absence of embryo

The huge implications of that vast open tiny space

Within that microscopic cell

A gap containing life

The void into which he stepped

The expansive reaches of inner space

Infinitely reducing 

Life to its essence.

At 8 weeks

A presence announced by 

A bleed and an empty space.

When they showed me our scan at 20 weeks, with a developed recognisable foetus

The wonder was not there.

It had been spent on that sac.

Spent on the speck

The Spectre of probability

The weight of possibility.

Yes, yes, you are losing the baby, the consultant said.

But his words of certainty could not outweigh the nothing I saw in that Sac

And I told my wife that.

I saw God,

Held in the balance

In that unburst balloon

And I knew

There was life

Waiting

Inflating

Eminating.

Tekel

I'm found wanting

weighted and waiting

This lack in me

when you looked to see 

If I was all

That I should be

I wanted

And so I had not

I had no balance

I had no grace

I saved no money

I saved no face

I was wanting

a time and space

to fill my soul

With your embrace

But I wanted it too much

Everything out of reach

I was out of touch

The weight of your glory

Dragged down your side of the scales

The want stretched before me

Held me to fail

Now I am in want of nought but you

Melt me, purify me,

Lord do what you do

The Whispering Tree

This is a magic tree

It changes everything

Whispering,

Whispering


I wonder what time will bring

To this school boy's imagining

I wonder what tricks of fantasy

Will dazzle the eyes of those who see

I wonder what hope will grow from here,

The wonderer ends her vagrant year

All fragrance and freedom are flowering now

As she sleeps seduced beneath the bough

In her induced dreams she can clearly see

That this is clearly a magic tree

It changes, 

Changes everything

Whispering,

Whispering

Whispering of the velvet thing

Brushing past your ear

Tickles your imagining

Year after year, after sun soaked year,

Whispering, what can you see?

Whispering, do you see me?

Whispering eternally

What is it that you want to be?

The magic tree,

Our magic tree,

Is placed where none

But all can see

It makes the blinded eyes to be

beholding muddied mirrored cheeks

Reflected in spit dried tight-skinned eyes

That show ugliness without compromise,

Whispering, whispering

I am changing everything

The magical reflection

In reality changes only your perception

For what is now was always known but hid

You have merely lifted the lid       

This tree is a magic tree

It's never too far away to see

A lightening rod for mystery

a blot for sailors lost at sea

a blot on the horizon's opaque line

Summoning sojourners home in time

What does it change?

Everything

How does it call?

By Whispering

Whispering

It was his purring pulling me in

Drawn to the hum of the hive

This tree has heart

It is alive

And grafted in I will survive

Hung out

Nailed up

engulfed by creaking tree-skin

truncated man-flesh, he is sealing me in 

my limbs protrude like ivy creeping

He changes, changes everything

whispering

with his purring

further up

and further in

This childs' drawing

drawing in

in 78

In my family's kitchen

 

The Note

 I wrote

On a note

Words to live by

Words to point me to life

Words to warn of the danger

Of how neglect will lead in to strife

I wrote 

On a note

At eye level

Words that I could not ignore

To ensure I would level with them often

Placed prophetically next to the door

I wrote

On a note

About stewardship

About how you're one but you're not

If you never take time for accounting

You lose if you refuse to take stock

And passing that note on the daily

Always thinking 'yes,

I must get round to address that'.

My words (and yours) now condemn me

As I pass by, on loop, in my flat.

My best intentions

They have undone me

 A doer of words that I've heard

Is better than hearing more often

And never obeying a word.