So here we are.

Tomorrow has become today.

Yesterday’s uncertainties have resolved themselves

And are we on our way to a brighter day?

I am the stuff

Upon which destiny masticates

and now sit;

Spat out and indented

Happy and unhappy

Soaked in the saliva of love.

Onwards we go

To the bigger tomorrow to come

See you there, my friend


2018 – All You Need is?

Hey world.

I wonder what 2018 has in store for us?

In 2017 I think I was guilty of getting a little too involved in the ups and downs of the world or more accurately, maya. I should have listened a little harder to the wise souls such as Miss Emily J. Hart, whose message is simply, just love.

The tiniest amount of reflection illuminates all the reasons why they are perfectly correct. And when the time comes for me to dance off this stage, the thing I’m going to miss most is the regular opportunity to love. You know, it really is everything. It’s a message that you have heard from The Beatles through Juan Mascaro to our very own Emily J. These guys are exhorting us to do the only thing that matters.

So my meditation for 2018 is a simple one. More love.

Peace all.

Yo, Destiny.

How is it going
With you?

You’re looking
Quite stony-faced
And I’m not sure
I understand.

I thought that
I could dance with you.
That we were friends
And you would show
Me a good time.

But I am starting
To suspect
That might not
Be your way.

Only yesterday
You spoke in epic terms
Of promise and the
Future to come

Painted glowing pastel
Dreams of
Grand and cosmic
Alignments and
Myriad good things

I misunderstood.

I always misunderstand.

The path you lay for me
Is stony and hard.
It is penance –
Bloody hands and knees.
Poverty and misery
Tears of shame.

Is your familiar warm embrace
But yet
I run willingly
Into your arms.

I Ride Tsunami

I’m so confused

Mushed, mashed,
Made whole yet diminished
A tumult of emotional contradictions
Which unsettle me yet
I revel in their wondrous glow.

I’m going to sail seas on
This surfboard of confusion
And enjoy the ever-changing view
For this is life
In all its capricious excellence

Here there be meaning
Even if
I’m not sure what it is.
What I do know
Is that the blood that is
Through my being
Is the blood that is supposed to flow
It is blood with origins
In my moment of
It is the blood of my destiny

And destiny should
Never be thwarted or
No matter how inconvenient.

I ride Tsunami

Dreams Die Here

Dreams die in places like this
They gasp and stagger
And collapse in writhing

These dreams once were
Free to run through
Forests and meadows
And to bask in the dappled light
Of the late morning sun

But ambition took
Those wary dreams
To a place called work
Dreary little hovels with polystyrene ceilings
Strip lights
And carpets of pure function
And not form

And in these places
Greed, malevolence
And hatred breed
Like bacteria in the dark
Recesses of the toilet bowl
For a beautiful dream

Slowly the poison takes a hold
And the dreams die.