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GOLD AND BLOOD
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
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For decades I waited
And you did not come
To listen to my rude insertion
Finger a sound at the back of my throat
And the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
A small mountain as
I read her plain words in innocence
A bell in her Heart rang deep
With children running sweet
For decades I longed to touch
A struggling moth
As he ached for new wings
Smooth ebony cheeks
Passionate with letters of adoration
For decades I watched for
A painter to mirror my songs
Discover a talkative witch
Who still trampled from place to place
Broken shoes echoing my silent breath
For decades I wanted a smooth ride
Where conversation was free of tasks
And words on both seats of equal length
With apricots for the scoffing
Chocolates wrapped in red
So I upped my thumb to the veteran one
Who read from his leathered collection
Notepads and pencils strewn about
Space in the warehouse oozed slivered glee
No wait in vain !
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TWINFLAMES
Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
shattering splintered sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
then baby posture soaked singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosened
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wedded yearnings
no black bumblebees boomeranged bombs
rainbow hands belled belly beckoning
Solar flares ignited twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spilling splashing space
sodalite sprinkled sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils pleasing pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
Axis acceded alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merged in mossy musical movement
Justice jumping jibbing Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posied a present perfection
Dreams delivered dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
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COLOURFUL LAMENT
I combed cool waters of your
baby blue crystalline Jewel as you
waded waterfall waves washing
my stellar rainbow rays
Arching it melted into the warm
womb of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow
butterflies fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with
Baconian brown locks surrounded by
sirens serving savoury silver sardines
oolite oyster shells sang solos as dolphins
dived into divas oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our graped Grecian lifetime you draped
alabaster urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs
then instructed slaves to whiten your garb
with lemons from our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot our figs and flutes flaunted
sleek sharp sapphire studded swords
dancing the necessary wild wars
rune stones becoming menhir mosaics
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades,
evolutionary clocks cloak our cusps
or cues or custard synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings
must seek to sing of sorrow or of
wolves, withering willows, watermelons
on this Planet of coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs
where lacy lament is but
another artful aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
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SPHINX STONE
I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic
not marble or granite
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising
sacred amber ambles
Timelines cutting cross
my magnetic magenta
miracle to dissipate in
dry desert winds
my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum
queens swirl around
a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering
goddess’ goodness
whilst slippery Sophi-el
sprinkle sparkle Nile
evaporations down
Sumerian phantom
phœnix photons
Here I stare broken-
nosed across vast
expansions exiting
or entering dual
portal claws hot rooted
into Violet Flames of
Mother Earth belying
my etheric origins
Did my Leo descend from
helium Heavens or rise
high headdress laboriously
painstakingly perfect
from Her tumultuous gut
with dripping goblets of
gold, goblins gyrating ?
Ask you may North
African secrets slither
no soiled sounds to
simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet
sunsets spreading spells
Silence is my singular
speech to scintillating
skulls of pharaohs
peasant or politician alike
I am Sphinx Stone
my silhouette signposted
in simple or significant
silver sigils as serpents
ascend savoury spines
for Sirius’ starlit sighs
Bypass not my knowing
aloof yet vacant
stare which agelessly
gathers stories of aeons
imprinting dreams of God
into unmanifest luminosity
becoming your words on
my lithe lion bones or
this ephemeral page
Sphinx Stone I see
sabian riddled
profiles making prolific
progress patterns as
patina leak slow
stealthy tears down
tawny throats filled with
lumps of steely grit
Come now release
agitated ages of bygone
bitters to prickle or
paddle dimensions
where appled anemones
sing my stare into
song to swallow swiftly
sweetly slivers of soft
symphonic sanctities
I remain Sphinx
Stone stable squared
unsullied forever
more
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HEADSTONE SONG
May my gifts spread across the Blue-Green
Globe when I return to Sky
May my smile ripple in your open hearts
When I dance on an orange horizon
May my healings remain remembered
Balms and my presence a
Feather in your hat
May my meals remain flavourful
Tastes on your buds and my touch
Soft breezes in your sacral spiral
May my glance remain sweet
Small sapphires in centre cells
And my breath a warm circumference
In your cosy rooms
May my grey hairs nourish this Earth
When I harmonise with angelic harps
And my consummated flesh become a
Wordless magnolia at your window pane
May each slender match you use to
Light your candle kindle my flame that
Warms your marrow
May glistening tears you shed for me
Be crystal water that slates your
Thirst after each marathon month
And the colours of my washing day
Be fragrant seeds you plant afresh
May the velvet indigo that covers my lids
Cloak your luminosity that penetrates
Each unfolding hour in soft footsteps to
Embrace my baton you now hold aloft !
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SOLITARY CONFINEMENT 1 : Number Four
Many chains, many locks and bars
clattered at four in the morning
black bitter coffee drugged
a single bucket of cold water
it was winter
I had ten minutes to speak
with a small piece of soap
then bucket and soap was ripped away
whether I was still
naked or not
a thought of throwing the
water over my head
tangled with a thought
of throwing it at the cell door
a tangle like a tango
unlike my taut steel
nerves
I counted my toes over
and over again, then its hairs
to stop reading prison graffiti
on the cold grey wall
they were my loyal friends
I couldn’t think of names
for them
except “Hello Toes”
A warden brought me a
wooden coloured cube
hidden in his dirty hankychief
as a gift
to play with
heedlessly grateful
was I
At four the next morning
Station Commander
confiscated it
seemed to like that hour
I remembered that Ouma Lama
said : “Four is when the ghosts leave”
In my prison cell, this was when
they arrived
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Four a.m was my birth hour too
on the fourth day of middle month
I guessed four pillars to hold an
ever-crumbling roof
the roof of my mind
Casspirs circled this hour to
circumference my home for a pick-up
At the calculated dark time neighbours rose
sensed war as a moon waned
peered at rifles through
half drawn curtains
Four Casspirs, eight police-vans
too many soldiers to count
surely a multiple of four
for a forty-two kg body
a hilarious drama of fear
How did mind know it was
four in a house with no clock ?
It did not !
Gut knew the precise hour
the hour I started breathing outside the womb
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Smiley wily warden wrapped my
one daily meal in newspaper
winking “something to read…”
I read the four sheets over
and over again
marriage and death notices
Memorising dates and names on the oil
stained paper
At four the next morning
Mr Station Commander burnt the
newspaper pieces at my
numberless cell door
number should have been
four, yes, you guessed
since the station had four cells
only one boasted a body, my pipsqueak one with
four intact limbs
their threat to crack my bones
could not succeed
I was too connected to external pylons
and what with standing for 24hrs at a stretch
in the interrogation room
my bone calcium strengthened
Commander and door both
relished a smell of fire at that hour
curling smoke was breakfast
I saw marriages and corpses go
up in momentary flames
shed tears for the individuals involved
it was my marriage and my corpse
time of no sequence
small dried leaves found their way
into the cell
A mystery of How ?
no teeny slits anywhere
or any slit of sunshine to sail on
Winter leaves wanted to
shelter
lice
crawling on a dark grey blanket
over the plastic floor mattress I
tried to sleep on
or perhaps leaves wanted me
to make music
crushing their veins with my veins
a floor never swept or wept
the smell of …. dead mice
the day of a little fire at the door
I ended up screaming at a
minuscule wall grate
near the ceiling
“Bring me a fresh daisy or a mirror !”
It brought me
the next darkened police vehicle
to Caledon Square
for another session
of 24 hr questions
Unanswered
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CIRCLE OF LOVE
Time in Space
Moments and Seconds
all in a row
Days and nights
all in a row
Years, decades, centuries
Milleniums
all in a row
Side by Side
calm eternity
Sparkling joy
quiet Wisdom
all in a row
Waiting for bait
for dusty flies...
lucky geckos
for humans looking
for Love
Watching souls
dancing in a circle
around a never ending Fire
Seeking newness which will
not be found
except in time in space
All in a row
In an open sky
the row becomes a
Circle of Love
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ODE TO THE MYRRH TREE
So the tree stood in the centre of the desert
Mangled by winds of change and truth of joy
and chains of dust and torrents of rare rain
Burnt black and senseless by an
unrelenting Sun of nightmare beauty
And orange was the sand of scorpions
orange was the mirage of miracles
orange was her veil of innocence
As the tree stank of heavenly myrrh
itched to pour its oil over orange
nippled breasts and buttocks
Stroke curves and carves
of luminous beauty with its
ancient branches of stony bark
As beetles made holy love
in its crevices of dark deep velvet depth
And the mangled magic of the myrrh
stood short and stumped and watched
the breath of the timeless desert
A slow movement of a noble camel
with its long thick lashes speaking of
Magnificent slowness in the lick of lick
a lip in a lip
Tree of a thousand loves
Spice of sprinklings in sparkles spaced
over a tent of chiffon on sand
Slithering with patterned serpents
and eyes of dark magic
of long limbs all in one
Twine and twine and grow together
as all become one
with myrrh and magic
Heavy beads of sweat and
Amber laugh and scream
Moments of a tree of ugly love
as ugly melts into vacant beauty
Irresistible wordless wrinkles ageless
Deep furrows of sweet scent
Sent the desert creatures weeping
to smiling stars as the
Tree of life stood stock still
to imbibe eternal myrrh
Itself
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DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented by Goddess
In talons of Eagle
On wings of Dove
Equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
yang frothing waves in a storm
beating seaweed rocks
claiming it in her bosom
then furling it afar
into unknown depths
where Neptune roars
his roar on end
boasting an indigo flag
Then light as a feather
yin floating on a shimmering beach
rosy ringlets microscope crabs, bubbles
giggling at antics of ants
in crevices of creaky floorboards
while autumn Sun sets
dew drops on clover leaves
so misty morning says Hello !
One dancing juicy apricot
kisses at library doors
spongy beneath oak exterior
where beetles dug a hundred paths
Staring defiance at an orange star
scornful, graceful, factual
proclaiming Largeness of Life !
An Earth child in long waves of auburn
reaching for Mercury
A Spirit child, Earth located
One imaged from bowels of struggle
she whispered freedom in my ears
when behind prison bars I sat counting toes
One imaged from a gown of Gabriel
she fingered watercolours through my lense
As Saturn said goodbye
Sirius screamed from wreaking hell
wrought from rages or sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
from a womb of turmoil tremors
crystal dripping dark strife
hypocrisy contemplated
torn apart by churning guts
as young medics ogled
grimaced, searched
Sun and Moon crossed one another
not knowing which way but loose
streaming rivers flowing sideways,
in towns, dusty painted villages, rape
a gecko appeared on a pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
then books came tumbling down
numbers flew away
lashes black as croaking crow
There can be no coin to
ponder if not faces two
no tornado ripping apart
if no breezes play on
a horse farm in Karoo
No life if no death
Night clings to day
as daybreak clings to escaping night
sunset embraces twilight
Embracing, negating, disappearing
Embalmed while flying
together on a silver thread
In blueberry Sky !
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