Who

 

Once a runner, a dreamer, a saint

A brother, a son, perhaps a mate,

I’ve known God, them devils too

Knelt before Buddha and Guanyin’s shoe,

Been seduced by drunken solace late

Mother Mary’s trace, Tara’s neural embrace

The feminine shouts for the masculine,

The masculine yells for the feminine,

The strength of a warm river surging

The energy of a cold ocean churning

I am somewhere, in the galactic mind

in some cobwebbed cubby-hole too

A mouse, a scorpion, a viral flu

A surfer in Hawaii, a maid in Timbuktu

I am somebody else, uncertain who

 

5.9.2025

Pastel Sky

 I settle in numbness, looking long

To all those lies of youth now gone,

But still the mountain top is strong,

Pink the sky, feint blue the distant snow,

On foot perhaps, towards the pastels go

On foot perhaps, towards the glow

 

 

13.09.2025

This Be The Curse

 

This Be The Curse

It fucks you up your ego does

It does not mean to but it do

It fills you with the faults you cuss

And a random extra few

But it was fucked up in its way

By angry goateed pianists

Who half had left the worldly fray

And half had eyes for organists

Our egos hand on miseries

They deepen like a dirge

Wear earplugs for your soliloquies

Or leave before the urge

 

(22.11.2025)