Into The Wasteland


This desolate space
Devoid of all detail
I know what still may be
From which all come

Never empty
The potential lives here
All futures live here
As I walk through the valley

Often I pray upon the past
Blind to this moment
Where all creation lives
As a sun rises for the first time

Every breath a first
Fresh and new
Never before born
Never to be repeated

And I am borne upon first rays
The promise of a new day
As all falls away
In this life’s play






In Time


Long in tooth and tired
Every breath questioned
Beauty wraps this heart

Love replaces all
Without time to explain
So silence will fall

So few words these days
Learning to see
Life in colours

Telling becomes hearing
Accepting as it is
Smiling for the young

Battles never won nor lost
With no reason or season
With no heed for the cost

(Inspired by Thomas à Kempis)


Petals All


In the seasons of all
From spring to fall
All things grow

Blossoms may fade
In greying days
All hearts bestow

No ravage of time
Can ever define
Or quell the fire

Flowers of all man
All rise and stand
Beyond all desire

A rose will always be
Life born free
Yet never to be

Eternal as it lives
Over again it gives
For all to see




Frozen Canal With Crows.


Crows wheeling in frozen dawn
Through branches along the lake
Every day rejoicing
Without limits of one born

This Christmas morn
I smile, alone
I am still here, still here
And rejoice of one born

Alone I feel joy, because I know
Every breath is a gift
One more day here
Maybe a little more worn

And I give thanks, always
For the chance to be
For others, in Grace
Though tattered and torn



Every line, every crease
A story in time is told
Battles lost and won

Yet I remain right here
As I was, never changed
Searching for the One

Mirrors tell an untruth
Life’s illusion tells lies
Seeing what was never done

Stepping out I see
A boy I once knew
Memories of no-one

Now I breathe, finally
Seeing a worlds grasp
What I need to become

And now I finally see
What I need to be
Only Humanities Son

Stoic: All Humanity is my Family


Unbalanced World


Where what is taken
Means more than given
Where gain is more
Than sacrifice

Where another is less
And then forsaken
Where keeping score
Becomes the price

Where love when tallied
Means what is breaking
And Love costs more
Than the sacrifice



The Play


When time has passed and I am worn
Upon this wrinkled brow is borne
Of conquests long since forgotten
And treasures won, spent, and begotten

Cracking knees speak of prayers spoken
In times of need and a soul so broken
Upon this back, life’s burden was laid
And with every breath a debt was repaid

And finally as I lay me down to sleep
I know that nothing was meant to keep
A world, a stage, upon which we play
Another act will begin as we fade away