JG87
JG91
Kobo Daishi spread the word,
put the blood on a plank he’d heard
Built a bridge from here to hear
That all that love may be reclining here…
If you know it you have the job
to teach the teach in the lives as heard
Want all riches of life, rites supreme to conquer
Cannot do more than lay down in the sand.
Give me love love death
In that order please but give me love
You think I’m deep like ocean
but I am just a little darker shade
Blue. baby you think ahead of me
and drown and into the river
Die. What of it. Slide.
There are more things than fate.
There is more than the gas and the dearth that is chosen.
Such we think though bout how no I
You danced spiralling. I had no life.
What sense is it that you conquered
when you appeared at my side.
I have no doubt you wanted me, but life goes past
© 11th-6-98
And I cast about upon the shore
for some way to make it fast
For I had no hope to live long
Had I dallied and you be gone
And your hair it was a storm
And it rippled as the sea
And the boat lost 'pon it
Looked dead familiar to me.
And your boat it could hit the rocks
That I did plainly see
And I knew nothing for it
But just covered hands with me
For who was tiller of the boat
That shared the plight with thee
He was one I never know
Who shared this life with me
JG98
These are extracts from some of my poems, most of which were written around 10 years ago, when I took time out to look at these feeling. I apologise for the vanity of putting them up, but for me they are not painful to read and if I be honest, if I want to put up other people's stuff too. Doing so is a bit dishonest if I cannot share my own, however good they may be.
