Andrew's Recent Poetry
OVER THE MOON
Without my body I am Light an aura of mystery kaleidoscopic substance that reaches out long ectoplasmic fingers that touch and are touched feeling everywhere like long beautiful tingles in awareness every thought as brilliant as a galaxy And such freedom to move swiftly wherever I Will now so that Forever passes like a breeze against my astral cheek Where Will I tonight? Shall I browse past records in the ancient library halls of akasha? Shall I meet with Plato? And listen to the music of the Spheres? or should I look for you and spend a timeless moment over the Moon again The dancing of our souls reflecting in the twinkling of our eyes until we fall to sleep again and dream that we are mortal
Written December 5 2000
THE OLD POET
I have written all my life In such magnificent strokes Across each night and day Left so many traces of my being here In all the minds and hearts That I have met along my way My first writing came out of Love With such intensity that only I could really understand carving a heart out With my pen Wielded like a blade in a young lover’s hand These were my secret poems Written with much shedding of blood and tears efforts long ago blotted out by the passing of the years Then attempting my first couplet without reason or rhyme I collaborated with the woman of my dreams A sentence at a time That was such romantic poetry The sort that leaves an afterglow Like making love in front of a fire after leaving our footprints together in the snow later on I wrote in terms that everyone could easily understand kneeling with children Making sandcastles in the sand but gradually my poetry became a little less bolder my words began softening As I grew a little older Soon enough A word or two alone was all that I could express only with the help of a nurse helping me to dress and undress Then I remember Being in a wheelchair by a window of light watching a child playing hopscotch With such great delight And in this great poetic moment whilst that child was still somewhere in mid hop My Heart and Poetry and All came to a great big full stop.
Written April 12 1999
THE CLOWN (PAGLIACCIO )
He sits alone quietly staring into the reflection in the glass preparing another great performance painting his face with an artificial grin his eyes wide open as he watches himself carefully lest he might leave some clue some trace of an unsteady hand or the tell-tale cracking of a smile where the under-lying flesh refuses to bend against the habits of a lifetime Shall he use more of the red or the white tonight? to brush over a deep depression? He used to have stars for eyes but now he can only master a tear for he has learned that he can fool every one except himself into laughing playing his usual tricks with indestructible incompetence He has fallen so many times now that being a figure of fun is his life passing out at the end of his show he awakens with no one next to him except his shadow stumbling with him past the lighted curtains of caravans the soft giggles of lovers and arguments of rowdy card players making his way through the smell of tobacco and wine camel and elephant dung he arrives at the ferris wheel without family and children now quiet and unmoving He looks towards dawn to where the sun rose brightening all those bright days where she sat snuggled in his arms mixing words and loving kisses looking towards tomorrow with such delightful eyes towards children and their happiness but that was not to be for although it is said that the whole world Loves a clown a clown is not by any means a strong man and though he makes the heart pump joy to the world no one desires no one desires the tenderness of a Clown
Written January 19 1999
THE JOURNEY
What we believe is a long journey that never quite ends and Being quite deceiving allows us to believe anything we wish to believe even that our journey has ended at a some certain point that we should settle there forever dig in our defences defend our thoughts with our lives or begin a mission to convince others to cease their own exploration and join them to help lay the foundations of the one true civilization based on rulers and right angles doctrines and truth the masses stand corrected with a measure of discipline or enlisted in almighty battles with heathens and heretics imposing their convictions with shackles and tortures occasionally further progress is made by scientists allowed to explore a little further along some new track only to find themselves being called back to the hallowed ground by people who have their power invested with such unquestioning loyalty in the status quo but no matter how hard they attempt to keep us from seeking other views they are bound to fail because one by one questions arise which require answers that can only be found outside the boundaries set by our keepers and we find the hidden journals of other travellers that indicate that the journey will go on and on into undiscovered countries where others have settled on different positions with different views and brand new horizons
Written January 4 1999
FEARLINGS!
In this ancient Colloseum this testing place of courage and strength where I do battle with monsters within This stone circle is the only world I have where I am meant to battle with broken sword and crumpled shield against creatures I do not wish to face Oh how I long to be able to lay my arms down put my head to rest close forever these war weary eyes and peacefully dream again of softness and delight silk and fragrance sunrise and sunset and let my senses feast on a bed of flowers and a simple garden of chirping birds instead of this eternal vigilance to beastly hungry growls coming up from the pit like a stalking ambush crouching with bared teeth beside death himself hounding me is a fear of pain and suffering of dying uneasily with crippling wounds to my body and my soul that will leave me unable to fend off the agony of that comes like the ripping crunching teeth that grip you and drag you kicking and screaming spreadeagled through the dark door of death How much longer do we need to survive? My life has almost been spent fighting for my life in this circus of the absurd this theatre of the macabre why look at the blood soaked robes, strewn around me, and the decaying heads trophies of temporary triumphs Have I not wounded and been wounded enough? Does some Master Mind find pleasure in this? in this cacophony of madmen the faceless glaring leering crowd either cheering or jeering me with their thumbs up or thumbs down God let them disappear Leave me alone to live and die in peace some long distance away from here Can't you see I'm mortal and all too frail age has engraved my waxen face etched away at it with such acid experiences I have stewed away in sweaty shrivelling fear spent too many nights grappling with questions that have robbed me of strength and sleep every time a brother or sister succumbs I wonder if I will be next to fall a victim to my own weakness Why look around? Fight to the finish? Hack the life away from the animal flesh until my own life is ripped from my own? Who do you see that is not cowered against a wall? Sure some die with their eyes closed their hands clasped as if in prayer But I have already seen that our praying is no match for the beast's preying Martyrs are dead How can you believe that a God that allows us to be torn apart like this is a God of Love? who can make sense of this? sending all of us to our deaths? with wide open eyes and minds that always fail us past a certain point I tried so hard to see a way through to replace the heavy thick darkness with something light It seems very hard to hold onto faith like a silk veil it blows away in the breeziness of reasoning Yet I feel so strongly I must hold on to something to hold myself up against the desire to yield completely to my desire to allow my knees to buckle under the weight of my own wait to bend to fall and keep on falling until I can fall no more What is it that keeps me standing? Is it only when we stand close together that there is no room to fall? Why are you all singing? and raising your eyes heavenward? Can't you see the ravenous beasts crouching at your feet?
Written January 3 1999
RAINBOWS!
I'm sending you lots and lots of rainbows even more than you can hold But don't worry as they are only really light things And I've heard that the more that I send you Then the more likely it is that you will run into great big pots of gold! There are a lot of things you can do with rainbows You can wear them like a magical sarong But you might want to do this with only your closest friend because even though rainbows make such beautiful clothing They'll do nothing at all to cover your rear-end! And you can also use them as hoola hoops all you need to do is spin them around your hips But first you may need to tie them into a ring And when you manage that little task Well then you will most definitely be able to do just about anything! Or if you like you could pass them on to all the people that you Love who could in turn pass them on to their own best friends And if all these gifts of rainbows could somehow be linked together then eventually wouldn't everyone in the whole wide world find lots of wealth and happiness and the sunniest brightest weather....???
Written December 31 1998
SUNSHINE
Feel the Light growing within you shaped with every heart beat into your special lightness of being Expressed so abundantly through your radiant smile that special sparkle in your eyes, the golden highlight in your hair and that beautiful glow that shines so healthily through your skin Feel how great is your creative flare playing playfully with children how easily you warm to every occasion brightening every room you enter with your spendid aura of confidence spreading sun-bursts of laughter and joy that chase away everybody's shadows Feel how reliably you rise every morning to hear the rooster's royal fanfare and how you inspire a choir of birds to sing you a song of praise how all the flowers desire to grow closer to you bowing their heads as you pass in recognition of your perfect beauty Feel the unlimited Love that you generously spread from your very own core giving the gift of life to everything you touch Feel how bright you are Every day reaching into Heaven to sprinkle sunlight on all of us wearing your glaring gem-studded coronet proudly like the royal crown that is yours by divine right.
Written December 28 1998
WOLF-MAN
Perhaps this Love Potion she secretly gives me this potent fragrant elixir this mixture of hair, flesh and the full moon-lit air has begun to work through me All I know is that she fills all my senses with her feminine presence And the meaning of her words have all but disappeared beneath my rush to follow every move of her lips so delicate moistened by wine arousing me moving me with wolf-like passion towards her soft exposed curves of neckline and breast behind my polite smiling conversation the half-man is being transformed into half- beast lying in ambush eyes watching, ears listening, mind waiting for the moment of the yielding the sight of the soft under-belly When I will pounce tearing away at clothes ripping into her freshly opened wound cheeks reddened by the gushing of hot blood and when I hunger no longer to taste every morsel of her pinned open flesh I will leave her body lifeless and limp bounding away into the still dark night
Written December 26 1998
THANKSGIVING
Last night as I was walking home thinking of you in the same way as I always seem to do connecting my heart to yours with every one of my breaths I realized that each one of my breaths breathes in the same air that touches your sweet face and that made me smile with such gratitude and then I realized that every step I take no matter in what direction is a step towards you and that warmed me through and through And then I realized how many simple things lay all around me that lay all around you too sunshine, sky, grass and trees and stars and that made me feel I was really there standing in the same space as you and you no longer seemed so distant or so far away and I am so grateful so very grateful that I can share with you this special Thanksgiving Day...
Written November 26 1998
AUTUMN
And Now Autumn Falls Nature has memorized her sunsets sketched each one in her favorite leaves and woven richly a tapestry with sunrays and roses Her sculptured hills covered in gold leaf painted in shimmering brush the one thousand shades and colours that clothes everything in such glory All the treasure troves found and yet unfound do not contain as much beauty as this rustling royal carpet that nature lays for us so that we may picnic together until winter rounds us and we hide playfully under a thick soft white blanket....
Written October 6 1998
THIS ANGEL
Do you Feel this?
Angel?
This Love?
This Winged Guardian
This Peace of Heaven
That cherishing you all ways
Wraps great bright Wings
Of the Purest Love
Around you
enfolding you all ways
Do you Feel this?
Angel?
This Love?
This light touch
Under your chin
Lifting your eyes
Your spirit
Upwards?
Lifting you
So that your feet hardly touch the ground
Do you Feel this Angel?
My Love?
Standing behind you all the way
Watching over you day after day
Can you Feel it now?
How such gentle kisses
On the corners of your lips
Tickles you into a smile?
Or how a silky caress
Wipes away your tears
Brushes away all your secret fears?
Can you feel this Angel?
This Love?
Can you hear
The soft reassuring whispers in your ears?
Do you notice whenever you feel helpless or alone
How invisible fingertips touch yours
Just to let you know
You always have a loving hand close by
As close as Love can be
Always ready to take you home
And when my Love you are in bed
Can you sense a loving presence behind your head?
Thats' my Love
My Angel
That snuggles behind you whilst you sleep
With wings wrapped around the soul
I have entrusted him to keep
For it's only because I cannot yet be with thee
That this Angel's there with you Instead of me
So please remember my Love
Whenever you feel a soft kiss upon your sweet face
That that kiss is really mine
The Angel is only there
To hold my place....
Written July 13 1998
ALL FOR YOU
We are too late To save our children from their own future we have left them a package to open when we are gone We can protest this product this time bomb ticking away day after day is not of our own design we really had no idea We built the bomb in post-war booms to ensure their freedom Not knowing they could never truly be free of plutonium and non-proliferation treaty of hungry hands clamouring for more and more "well I just wanted you to have all the things I never had as a child" asthma, leukemia, deforestation global warming, rising sea-level national debt Can't you see? I did it all for you Disneyland, TV, McDonalds Microsoft all for you.. all for you
Written June 13 1998
MODERN TIMES
We have missed our wake up call the 60's loud protest fallen on deaf ears "We are going to have a Revolution" is nothing more than a jingle selling running shoes through walkmans The puppeteers that have always stood silently behind the scenes now have full control of all our arms Now soldiers direct the worlds traffic with their guns they command our attention away from sensitive areas where questions would have to be asked and push us all backwards along the thoroughfares where they think we'll be safe In every country now Its the same the most important capital is underground subterranean tunnels where the police state the price of freedom american dollars bury the truth I do not need electrodes implanted in my brain.. The messages they want me to see penetrate directly through my spectacle frames advertising gurus long ago learned how easily the pleasure principle will sell nothing we truly need theres no money to be made in factories and farms lets put it into drugs, pornography, child prostitution gambling and arms.. And lets not forget that in real production profits grow too slow.. Its much better to bet whether the prices will go up or down After all who's still willing to dirty their hands building a home or tilling the ground? The sad thing about this is that when you bet on international currency money doesn't stay anywhere long enough to do any good but instead cris-crosses the planet seeking a quick gain And each poor country is hemorrhaged by famine and war left dry and shrivelled like the skin and bones of its people robbed by successive dictators aided by the west In these Modern Times The only room left for humanity is locked And it seems to me That unwittingly we seem to have thrown away the key
Written June 13 1998
SOME TIMES
Some times I become so very small and afraid when I see myself naked covered in dust standing in starlight alone my world spread all around most of it over my head Some times taking just another step seems to take so much out of me exhausts me leaves me breathless wondering if it was the right one to take These times I need you more to catch me when I think I'm falling to hold me and lay me down to tickle my belly and make me laugh I need you to hold me close and feed me feed me with your boundless LOVE Sometimes I feel theres just too much to learn lesson after lesson sitting alone with so much ability to ponder being outside to watch the clock ticking away my valuable time These times I want to run my whole life together with you zip along playing, dancing, laughing with you beside myself with you Some times When I'm working at being someone that you will love I find myself wanting a chance to be myself At these times I become colder pushing away your warm caring arms to find myself all by myself sitting huddled embracing myself alone And when I notice how small I have become in my empty world sitting there in the darkness of my own shadow I run back to you yearning for nothing other than to taste your smile to feel wrapped in you again comforted by soft loving words At these times the world disappears leaving us alone together to fill each other's arms with such loving presence At these times I feel strongly held by you At these times I find my Self inside you again
Written June 5 1998
WISHING
I've done a lot of wishing where ever and when ever I'm thinking of you wishing is always there in the same way as the most wonderful glow always illumines your face, your eyes, and your hair And that glow has the sweetest fragrance a perfume that makes me wish for more and more Until I become just a Pure Wishing white hot skin with a red hot core At some point I do not know when tender warm wishes begin to blaze wildly an out of control fire and my wish to be with you becomes unquenchable an irresistable desire I want to set us both alight burn myself deep inside you with darting tongues and licks of flame until whatever fiery desires we have to spend upon each other are fully spent and we lay together intertwined in a soft embery glow wishing again silently looking into the darkness of what's to come......
Written May 17 1998
SOLE MATES
What a journey is our's The parting at the beginning of time traversing forever trying to find ourselves somewhere where we want to be comforted and consoled that what we have lost can be found again pure as just before the time that our fingertips slid away from each other as we were pushed, jostled, into our separate lives by the needs of the moment our eyes heart still fixed on each other tearing painfully vowing to meet again to re-member to re-unite ourselves on some distant soft bed in a fusion of LOVE Now weary of looking in every wrong direction we settled in other meeting places married in churches other than our own to anyone that slightly resembled The ONE that we had lost Now that so many lives have stood between us So many broken hearts scattered across our paths Now I wander wondering if I ever meet you again how will I recognise you? Are your eyes filled with love? your heart-light still shining brightly through them? Will your voice still sound like the coo of two young white doves? will I notice the flowers growing all around you so beautiful wherever you are? will I feel my half-hearted spirit bound against my chest Try to free itself so that it may join yours again? What if I were Just to push past you also not even waiting for your warm wide smile of recognition The way I push past everyone hastily on my way to you repeating the sentence that has become my Life Who is my Sole Mate? Who is my Sole Mate? Who is???
Written 16/5/98
HOW MY LOVE GROWS
You have planted a Love Seed deep within me, in the darkness beneath my mask deep within my mind deep within my soul deep within me It is the moistness of your lips that nourishes mornings days and nights your arousing moistness swelling this awakening Love deep within me deep within me It is the light that shines from all of you from your face, your eyes, your skin that streams through my eyes lighting up the dusty darkness that has swirled inside me so long deep inside me deep inside me It is your warmth that surrounds me germinating this seed of Love incubating this burgeoning Hope once again deep within me deep within me My Love grows towards you steadfast constant sure from deep within me from deep within me
Written April 28 1998