A whirlpool develops around my heart,
As I watch on;
A kaleidoscope of monarch butterflies dances over her like a crown
In honour or celebration
Of a blessing from the lord of life
The rarest of sights: a natural apparition
Am I witnessing the missing link,
Between man and nature?
Then she sees me with those perfect eyes
And I felt myself being pulled into their centre
Under those green whirlpools
Into the eclipses at their centre
Only, I did not wish to come back up for air
If what I’d be coming up for;
Is a life before I witnessed that remarkable sight,
And what it means for all life.
#TheKnot
Grace is full of knots
Ring it out, son
To find blood-splatter
Plenty here to forewarn
A man was drowning in despair
It’s like a self-fulfilling prophesy
That no one could do anything about
To save a musically-gifted soul
From his traumas
Drawing in the surrounding darkness
And forming a noose
For the reset was a drug too tempting to resist
And he was an addict of a sort
All his tragically short life
Closed Eyes
I saw shadows gather
Behind closed eyes
They formed your image
Then headed yet closer
Entering my mind’s eye
Imprinting yourself in my corneas
That I now see each time
I close my eyes.
#GrenfellTower
Inspire me with that courage
Give a city new meaning
Bringing it together
Renewing the bonds of community
Tapping into a reservoir of encouragement and hope
Where you least expected it to be
Night Life
The nocturnal street,
Is the market place
Of the short-cut queens,
The drug-push peddlers,
And,
Wannabe kingpins,
Each soliciting a quick-fix,
That’s actually not a fix,
Before daylight signals the return,
Of the veneer of respectability to the street.
Transitioning
The West’s love affair with immigration is over,
From fascination to love,
Tolerant to indifference,
Revulsion to hate,
Is the transition we are all now witnessing.
Madness
True love
Traps you between
A half-laugh and half-cry
Hysterically happy
And, desolation
At the same time
Discombobulated
With your brain
Struggling to interpret
The clues
Appearing for all intents
To be malfunctioning
That
No objective observer
Can ever understand
The why
For you are a self-induced addict
Of this tailor-made drug
The utter undefinable
Madness of love!
The Perpetual Stalemate
Dark clouds retreat,
Light clouds advance,
It has forever been thus, I’d imagine;
May be there is a eternal war in heaven,
With neither capable of decisive victory;
Trapped in a perpetual cycle of advance and retreat;
With only hint of the violent blood bath that underlies,
Evident at the edges of the sky,
Where they meet both at sunset and dawn;
A perpetual stalemate;
That has existed,
Since the beginning of time.
Torturing a Lawyer
A man lies seated with tears brimming his eyes,
Hands and feet tied behind him,
Mouth, taped over;
He is being forced to watch,
Yet do or say nothing,
Before him, lady justice is being molested,
Look closely:
In his tears,
You can see the death of liberty,
That fan the embers of anarchy.