Consciousness, Literature and the Arts
Archive
Volume 12 Number 2, August 2011
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Truly after my mind is the imagination
That has you saunter in on cue
Without warning
Late Morning
And the Sun is playing games with no rules
And I’m surrounded by fools
Surrounded by jewels
Dull to the gem that is you
As you surely fill your shoes and pay your dues
- and this is the tricky part where I feel familiar to your gait
But I must wait to hear your beat
Or at least for our four eyes to meet
And, like Romeo, I’ll touch your feet
You’re a picture so complete
I feel cheap
Though I’m bouncing back the same lights as you
But my body’s lost too many fights, it’s true,
To be too strong for your too strong delights
You have those eyes
That light some faraway dream
Easier to follow than a laser light beam
If you’re looking
Or just king for a day.
Because something like a princess crossed your way
Then your voice breaks your picture
Up like pebbles on a mirror lake
And I take borrowed time to make purchase with these pipe ears mine
You sound divine
Cut from very truly fine
And your lines are delicately tight
Fragrant like harmless spite
And summer night
I’m more or less
But you’re alright! You’re alright, so things for me
Can’t go wrong
No, not tonight.
Forward in Time through a backward flight
Aviator’s plight
Schedule is tight as it ever was
You enter me like duelling guitars
And smoking cigars the way cowboys done
You look like a lot of fun
Beneath your depths
You are the pretty smile on your lips.
*
I descend the stairs in my towel
To meet her at the door
She is leaving today
And I realise
What poor neighbours gratitude and desire make in a heart
How may I fall out of this hole that I’ve dug?
If only you could see me
Without this security gate between us
She hands me the keys for the last time
And I’m lost in the sparkle of her eyes. Bright Eyes
The door closes
And I watch her for as long as I can
Through the keyhole,
Looking forward to another day -
Just not this one
*
Let us go to bed at the same time
Let me listen and see what is mine
that is yours. Let me take pause
I’ll enjoy the cup of tea you make me
and drown in my love of your grumpy way
I’ll love me without you and let you
have your say
Let me truly be happy in my love for you
So there’s nothing I want you to do except be you
Let me be me and let you love that
Let you see my love in the purr of our cat that I bought you
You’ll enjoy our love if you believe it’s true like I do
Let this illusion pass like all other things
Let us fly in each other’s eyes
With no trace of wings.
*
I have met with you
again
for the first time again
In your eyes
a subtle confirmation,
difficult in these days to acknowledge,
of the time that came
before this first.
In our together we are suddenly something else
which fills in and up
where blank void exists
in our apart.
You're not with me now
and no further than the nightly moon.
*
Nine months on
She’s still gone
And he’s still left
Not right
What synergetic coincidence
that in the time
their love’s expression took
to grow in her belly,
he would rear the pain
of that same love’s loss
Will he give birth?
Then will he know mirth?
It will out
and his connection to her
and all else can express –
beyond him as centre –
like mother’s milk
miraculously there when required
He doesn’t want this job
but has already been hired
Would the work be less hard if he were less tired? More inspired?
Maybe he should just let himself get fired
Since he’s already burned
The tide has turned
And he’s dizzy turning.
You have those eyes
that take sense
when it makes no sense
I lose me in their glist
(and the lines of your wrist)
My heart forgets its valves
and becomes a pumping cyst
Expanding with visions of love
and memories yet unmade
Then I lose me again, staring at you
And my vision starts to fade
for your smell is a warm kiss
that compels the eyes to close
and my heart to open once more
and burgeon like a rose
You have those eyes
that take sense
And it makes no difference
how long this Nonsense lasts
I am more me in your beauty
than I could ever ask.
*
Knowing – I
What little seen by eyes
Is believed by nervous centres and minds
Even when hearts are convinced of more substantial truth –
Proofless, with reasonable doubt.
Which could be the path of courage?
What may yield the prize of Legends?
The great minds offer only clues we may recognise,
And they recognise that.
Knowledge comes with knowing
As the heart of the soul exists with loving
If after everything
I love you
It will be so
*
There are tastes
that are yet to find your tongue
And places we are unable to go yet
But I know you’d like them –
at the risk of presuming to know.
Something knows something about you
And me, and the dribs and drabs of our clarity
And I claim no responsibility, intuiting what it might be
(I lie – I wish it were me that was for you!)
Like the old movies I’ll carry on
Never be gone
Like the sun, shining
Never shone
No moment’s separation
Only one
This is how I found you, this is how it’s done.
*
one day
One day
Not so far from now
You will remember how
Daddy taught you Elvis Presley
With you always on my mind
Understanding will sink in
Like with me and my daddy’s drinking
You’ll look back
And note the size of my heart
In the depth of my sorrow
You’ll see the meaning of the songs that I now borrow
To teach you
what no school possibly can
One day
Love will move you too
Beyond your plans
In and out of your hands
And you’ll know
As we walk some beach
And I sing to you without a band
That Daddy’s love is in every grain
Yes, every grain of sand
*
I should shudder
to think I may be on my way
to completing the task of my days
I may shiver
to know all that has gone before
adds no weight t the more and more
that life becomes –
The more colours you add together
the more intense the dark result
Black is full
- This can shake the most,
mostly does,
But I rock in my boots
To know the walking never stops
‘til it does
is and was
good and bad
we pile and pile it on
until the pile is gone.
*
The sea is far out today
And blue-tinged froth rolls in on waves
Like ripples on Earth Mother’s tongue
She licks my toes
And resumes her splendid dignity
No pause between plays
I want to move with her
Whole
Body and soul and mind
I watch the mountain across
Stand portentously still
And register the constant love affair
In between the Stone and Sea
And the fact of a lack
Of any in between
really
*
I’m here again
where I’ve never been
new alive
in among London’s thrift now
I take new breaths
to digest the gifts
given me
Weeks of delight
magic and fright
teach me I’m alone
in the eternal company of the world –
this many-jewelled thought
sparkling and pearled
and dying to be truly appreciated.
Every moment
new alive
*
As troubled white horses on an anxious sea
We are parted
Though each of our droplets are of the same ocean
Separate in form and direction we gallop to the shore
Over the same submerged scenes
Sculpting our cycles through
time and tide
Ferociously pretend we that our parts are not even in wholeness
Are not without their own will, independent of the main
We spit and spray our songs of “ I am what I am”
That are heard in children’s ears with shells clasped close to them –
The troubled thunder of white horses
who pretend they are galloping their pace
yet each of all our drops
are of the self-same place,
the self-same divinity of Ocean
forgotten in self-devotion.
I smoke like a fish
and dance like a dog
my ID is dead
and I am not gone
She buries her head
with my heart in her hands
my ID is dead
but I’m not with the plan
Who knows that I’m here
when I play fortune’s fool?
my ID is dead
and I feel a golden blue
I drink all alone
and smoke another one
my ID is dead
though I still know the sun
I smell like a dream
her eyes are still jewels
my ID may be dead
but it feels kinda cool
I smoke like a fish
and dance like a dog
I’m the princess’ kiss
in search of a frog
I feel like a dream
beauty is the rule
my ID is dead
and it feels kinda cool.
*
I break gently in waves
with the churning of the turning of the world
deep within me
And the magnet moon pulling at the heart of me
I am not the ocean alone
while the light fills me with colour,
silhouettes the flights of birds
and details the billowing columns of thunderclouds above me
I crack through centuries
with the molten burning of the world
swirling within me
deep in the parts of me that click like a Rubik’s cube,
and reverberate through everything
we know
I am not the massive puzzle of rock and plates
nor the mountains alone
I infect like a virus
with the speed of a trillion thoughts
that course into action from cause
like a mountain spring to the sea
But not alone
am I this me
this grand history still being made
I am the you that tells the tale
and we are played –
notes in a paragon symphony that knows no composer’s hand
We are not the airy wind
fiery sea
Are we too solid flesh and not the land?
We break as waves
Us all
We crack like rock
and turn all to face the sun as the Earth does
casting shadows like paintings in motion
dark and light and ethereal.
*
while our time is brief
and I feel the grief
of having seen your lifeless shell in a box
I just don’t know
what you now must
Where are you? May I trust
that your spirit still moves with every one of us
as we eat and sleep
love and live, and fuss.
Your impression has been made
and the ripples glow as they grow
though Death cannot be stayed
Life will not be stopped in its flow
and we will look to your path as we go
hoping for your peace and the passion that you showed
Ah! Memory is a heavy load
when you feel that time is owed
But you go on
your exploration is not ended
and we’ll go on
richer us that you’ve befriended
*
Round on the floor
deep down there
stark, surrounded in night and whisper
a thinnish beam of broad daylight
spreading wider as it escapes
its pinprick source
Defied by the floor it cannot penetrate,
defined by that stage as it luxuriates
illuminates
radiates, the bulb does, and buzzes faintly on the other side
Burning brightly in the hallowed dark
creating the necessary divide for identifying Magic
normally inconspicuously ensconced
among us
Right among us
*
a courageous flower
stands long-stemmed separate from the bouquet of garden
exquisitely petalled, with a distance
from leaf to bud
that must include some golden ratio
He is exhilarated by its unerring fragrance,
drawing in as much as he can,
and each touch of its petal or leaves
is a finely whispered confirmation
of the beauty of the world
and the godliness of small pleasures
There is no answer from his flower
to his myriad compliments of her colour and style,
and scarce acknowledgement of the time they have
can be seen in the slight curve of her stalk.
He’s not even sure she listens,
or even can, to his praise and compelléd talk.
His flower need just be his flower, no more
And he will enjoy every moment of her floral heaven he can
Keeping faith that once
he will be for her
all she is for him.
I mean time
He will sprinkle her with water
and feed the soil
And feed his soul –
His flower makes him whole
*
The apse in the temple between breaths
a space where Death can be known
And so the infinity of all matter(s)
And the eternity of no other self.
Close your eyes, your Watcher's eyes
in the moment between
wakefulness and the beginning of a dream
Then objects cease to exist now
no separation
the Lightning:
Bolt of knowing
Enlightenment
is making light what appears to
be heavy.
A relief that allows our choosing Truth
over the pressing nature of mind.
*
The frog prince is no prince of frogs
The ugly cygnet, no duck
Van Gogh painted no mere starry night
Dali’s dreams can’t be seen in any clock
How sweet the catalyst kiss
and the joyous turns of growing
the splendour of starry vision
and dreams beyond our knowing
What perspect truth lies in their story
the one we take into our depth
How to all of us they belong
woven by celestial warp
and weft
We recognise the parts
We recognise the whole
We remember the story as the story’s being told.
*
Now the year closes its account
our counting can’t tally the score
So many zeroes and ones
who are ever me wanting for more
We’re most definitely on the level
we’re inextricably pressed
to the pursuit of our happiness
in spite of the floundering rest
Or may it be that we’re insane
and They’re in the glow of the know?
So confidently we’ve seen them stride
like the arrow let loose from the bow
But how can our counting possibly know
or see what looks like a score,
but is really no numbers or any object at all
rather shards of brilliant glass-ness at play or even at war.
*
Because I feel you
I think at once I need you
You’re not part of me
I’m not all of me
and there’s no way to see
believably
I don’t need to be
nothing else but me
reliably
Ther’es a feel of me when I think of you
then you’re feeling me
not close enough to see
we’re every part of we
just because I feel you
I know I don’t need you
to be nothing but you…is me, is!