Sunday, 30 November 2008


A million sparkling stars at our feet
determine the path we must complete
One way, the only way
Destination, clear
Without any fear
We travel hand in hand
Towards that which we desire
Fulfilment is nigh
No further need for wire
We journey as one, at peace
With who we are
Cracks paved over with ease
No matter how far
How deep our love
Deliverance, near
Rewards so dear
We experience, touch upon touch
Learn who we are, together
If ever our way is impeded
We will overcome, and endeavour
We journey as one joining hands
Feeling hearts
For the pavement we walk
Never divides, never parts.

Wednesday, 26 November 2008


What is time
without a second thought?
What is thought
without a minute's silence?
What is silence
without an hour's rest?
What is rest
if there is no time?


and you will see
The beauty embodied
a million designs untold
Each unique to me
and you will be
Content to receive
the most precious gift
of mine, of all
the key.


These fluid dreams fill my heart with purescence
Pulse through my veins, coerce the very fabric of life
Wash over me
Tell.... and i listen to your breath
The wild saline waters flood my words - i cannot
I am wired
You surround me
You clothe me
You cradle me
You come twice
The first to confide and devour
The second to confer and cleanse
You leave twice
The first to muse.... to reason
The second only to return.

Monday, 24 November 2008


I live beneath you.
My tendrils bore the dark earth
you walk upon.
They seize your ankles,
girdle your thighs.
Consume your body.
You, powerless,
do not struggle but
accept your repulse.
A thousand monsterous screams
fill your mind and....
you hear nothing.
Not even the obdurate rain
descending from your naked flesh,
seeping into my sodden wormworld
Without fear
your essence asserts my seat.
My host fails to repel
your insistent (welcome)
Your spirit exacts mine.
You comfort my world
with ease.
In your completeness
i receive you.

Friday, 21 November 2008


I am sorry i never went fishing with you now.
Even though i don't condone this type of animal usage.
I would have liked to have just sat, and discussed life as it passed us by. While life was still available to you.
It is, indeed, a precious thing.
Deepest condolences to Debs and the girls....

Thursday, 20 November 2008

At what point is too far?

I haven't said enough
I've said too much
Encouraged to be myself
(never been me before)
Now i am
I am
Not enough
I am
Too much
Are you still

Tuesday, 18 November 2008


Sometimes your love blinds me
Temporarily you dissolve
Only to resolve ever more clear, pure.
In a cloudless night sky
Your rose is proud, insistent
Gilt-edged petals, luminous
Frame the depth of amity
Blood-red amour
Solace in warmth
My hand surrounds yours
Your hand coheres with mine
The thorns transfix our mortality
As we read through insidious eyes
Inciting what is ours
I am inside you
You possess me.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Picnic on Daisy Mountain....

Take me to your place my dear
It is where i want to be
Show me all the wonderous sights
Show me all there is to see
Let me hear you laugh my sweet
It is the sound i long to hear
The music in the mountain breeze
Your warm breath in my ear
Surrender to me your body my love
And i will search within your soul
May our spirits be entwined as one
And make love, be our goal
Entrust me with your gift so precious
Yield to what you believe
Present our senses with enjoyment
And with devotion, we'll conceive
Give me the scent of daisies honey
Give yourself all to me
And i will give to you, my life
All you desire, with my key.
(Photo by Thincat)

Monday, 10 November 2008

Interview with a Worm....

Q. From that low down, dear worm, how do you know where you are?
A. From this low down, i see everything above me.
Q. How do you know what direction to travel in?
A. The sun guides me through the day, the stars at night.
Q. Do you have a destination?
A. My destination? To be where i am.... and to wait for the rain which, hopefully, won't drown me.

Sunday, 9 November 2008


"Jealousy is defined as a protective reaction to a perceived threat to a valued relationship, arising from a situation in which the partner's involvement with an activity and/or another person is contrary to the jealous person's definition of their relationship." (Bevan, 2004, page 195)
Incisions bleed releasing the fight
Cognitive wishes levelling the light
Inglorious fears perpetuate past
Nihilism forever, annihilate last
Untold dangers, perceived privation
Suppress disquiet, cultivate elation.

Our Dance....

Our Dance....
Is the sun through silver curtains
The warmth in our minds
And the harmony of the music
Seeing the light
Feeling the glow
And learning the sound
It is clarity
It is contentment
It is listening (to love)
The Dance of Devotion
Photo: Andrew Balet

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

Lake Neochori....

(Η θέση των μαργαριτών)
ό, τι δίνουμε λαμβανόμαστε
ό, τι παίρνουμε κλεβόμαστε
σας δίνω τη ζωή μου
θα πάρετε,
ή θα κλέψετε?


είστε ο αναγνώστης
είμαι το βιβλίο
είμαι κάθε λέξη
είμαι ο ζωγράφος
είστε η ζωγραφική
είστε κάθε σημάδι βουρτσών
είμαστε η μουσική
κάθε σημείωση

Tuesday, 4 November 2008


And when you reveal yourself (to me)
What will i do with you?
Will you give me then, the right to abuse you,
Traduce you, take advantage of your love?
Yes, you will give me this right!
What will i present you in return?
How will i repay you?
I will allow you to violate me,
Deceive me and betray me?
Why hold something so precious,
So tense?
There is no need
As the ache will surely let us fall
I choose to wait for your hand
To encompass me, to hold me
Comfort me
And one day you will find yourself
In my open hand
Disburdened of fear
You won't know how you got there
But you will want to remain there
For where you want to be........

Have we met before....?

That one, warm day
Hazy.... heady
Scent of pleasured grass
Amongst daisies and others
We were alone, complete
Feeling that warmth
Grounded in your eyes
Lost in your smile
You smiled at me
With me
Why did you leave before the chain was finished
Before i could give you my gift?
Did we have to wait a lifetime
Until next June?

One way, or another

I found you.... You found me

Chance? Accident? Luck? Fate?

There is little chance of two individuals finding one another in such a dense division

Accidents require certain factors to occur which were never present

What of luck? Why weren't we blessed with this prodigious prize before? Long before

Which leaves us with fate! A complex concept to accept

So, what if we just allow ourselves?

Embrace this faith, accept that, one way or another we breathe the same atmosphere.

I subsist in you as you do in me.... and enjoy.

Meeting the Publisher....

Mr. Barrie (B:) - Writer
Mr. Travorsky (T:) - Publisher
Secretary (S:) - Secretary
Guest (G:) - Guest

S: Mr. Travorsky, there is a Mr. Barrie here to see you.
T: ........ Yes.... er.... send him in.
S: You sound a bit rough sir, i do hope you are not getting the flu........ Mr. Travorsky will see you now, please enter.
*Mr. Barrie enters the plush office-come-second, third or fourth home. He sees a rather 'young' man standing, staring out of the panoramic windows*
B: Mr. Travorsky?
T: Er.... n.... yes........ Take a seat.... er....
B: Mr. Barrie.... I have an appointment!
T: Appointment, yes, of course........ You're late!
B: Actually I'm...
*Mr. Barrie is rudely interrupted by Mr. Travorsky*
T: Sit.... Sit........ and I'll sit too. On my er.... lovely, comfortable chair here!
*The two men sit, contemplating one another suspiciously*
T: So what are we here for Mr. Br.... Bo....
B: Barrie.... as in J. M. Barrie.
T: Jamboree?! Ha, ha, ha.... Jamboree.
B: My book 'Sweet Potatoes'.... You wanted to....
*Mr. Travorsky interrupts again*
T: Ah, yes, let me just get it up on the screen.
*Mr. Travorsky taps the keyboard in front of him in a nonchalant manner. A recipe for 'Green Spaghetti' appears on the screen which is out of Mr. Barrie's eye line*
T: I've read better Mr. Boree.... I've read worse too! I remember a story about a goldfish and an egg, ha ha ha.... Er, yes.... er....
B: You don't like it?
T: It's not that i don't like it........ It's the book-buying public.... They won't like it! They won't get it! A story about potatoes?!
B: It's about chocolate.... and the demise of the human race!
T: No-one ever died eating chocolate Mr. Boree. You're wasting your time.
B: Then i am sorry for wasting your time Mr. Travorsky, very sorry indeed.
*Mr. Barrie, reluctantly leaves the office, glancing back to see Mr. Travorsky spinning round on his luxurious, swivel chair. Mr. Travorsky enters his office from the adjoining bathroom*
T: Who was that you were talking to Greaves?
G: No-one sir.... Just talking to myself.... no-one special.
T: I have a Mr. Barrie coming to see me shortly, in fact he's a bit late! I didn't think he was the type to be late! Oh well, he is a very rare, raw talent. I'd like you to sit in on this meeting Greaves, you could learn a lot from him. In the meantime could you arrange some tea and biscuits please.

Sunday, 2 November 2008

El Condor Pasa - Simon & Garfunkel
Everything i am feeling today.... all that is given.