The Silence of the Sun

Mystic colours shine forth
from your eyes
The night bleeds
Sweet silver rapture
Wombles on fire!
Holy laugh interupted
by the agape beauty
of the morning dew
The Sun makes it go round
Beaming fire travelling
millions of miles a second
He opens up a ray of dynamite in the film
but he, the other, is baffled
Temptation dreams rock the hermit
He must join the court and save his lady
A dentist runs screaming
into the rolling fields of flowers
after a Jack Russell bites his hand
Dark lady swims through
the swirling night
Memories of her father
in the 1960's
African squirrels are
knocking Robin Hood from
his treetop post
Cupid shoots his arrows every which way
She fell for me in the Spring
O my God
my inner shaman sees artballs
and the etenal isness of the plants
is generating new life all the time
I am constantly ever-present
swimming in the permanent orgasm of Reality
We are truly
indivisible light
Scattering love and kindness
with our very being
Don't forget the surreal perfume of words
as they fly unseen into our shared consciousness
Christ St John of the Cross
morphs into the illusion of Icarus
flying into the brilliantine Sun
arms spread,
moustache tilted towards the moon
The vision hazes out
Aphrodite lays in the Universe
King Arthur devours her moist vaj
She tastes like a warm peach
Juice runs down his beard...
mind melting moments when we
live in divinity
Those sacred hills are calling
I must return now
to the silence of the Sun

Such nights

Such nights
where we have gotten unto the truth
The mystic divine
utmost tranquil truth and being
with each season
my pen has uttered
dharmas of it's own love
with ink and paint
shall your memory live on
as you pass into the future
of earth's ancient tale
though we still live long
on the surface of freedom
we surf a wave
of good feelings
towards that all engulfing
unending present moment achievement
when all falls together
and love is
the natural state
of us

A bun dance

The 4 armed Shiva
He smears Rapheal with liquid cherries
Crazy Athena on acid
with wine gums
Artichokes and butter fried
in the pan of the Universe
Spicy rocket in the nub
of a toe
Toaist rebels catapult
saucepans at the wall
which land with a soft thud
and turn into translucent geckos
Memories of icicles
there was always a cat somewhere...
Leopards falling...
photo falling...
mystic seeds on ancient hands
seeking only their handsome rewards
Plentiful centre
noble harmony everywhere...

Emmental Gouda

Fastidious diamonds reach
vigour in the sand
Eloquent semi to teach
from mouth to hand
Laugh in my quarters then see
the vivid awake being
The love in each cup of tea
In dreams and computers,
striking light beams,
Under the cover your bum
glows smooth pink
The sound of the tabla drum
Deep in the mists of paintings we think
Make love in the Sun
Mercury protecting
the graceful yellow muse

You are wondrous...

The wind whispers like
my soft kisses on your neck
After the violence of day
I sit near midnight
in the garden
Gazing at the stars and
thinking of you
All is peaceful now
I wonder which part of the night's sky
you have peered at tonight
and if you will sleep well
in your wondrous splendour

You Are...

And Peace has been declared everywhere.
You never have to work again.
Melting symphonies
on the cuff of orange-shirted penumbra
I don't care what it means
for the spontaneous flow of words
unfurls brightly like a firework in the sky
Azure ocean of benevolent kindness
in the waters of my socks
I am a God - any one you choose
must be the source of your delight
as you sit there believing
Yes belief - faith to waft
your cigarettes to Mars
tempestuous delights of your friends from outer space
and the animals in the forest they like your clothes
You bathe naked in the waters of magical growths
take off your socks and paddle
swim elegantly like a dolphin
take drugs in the summertime
bowl over a squirrel
who watches you from a branch
nibbling on the acorn of eternity
The Universe unfolds and your socks
You are a God
you sail away floating on the lake like enya
bringing your sweet manna of maya
to my samsaric waterfalls
claim Heaven for your own
we swim like ecstatic dolphins
in a trance
communication through rapid clicks: click click click click
I deepen your mystery through my own conversation
with the Inner Oracle
I find you
in the forest surrounded by friendly plants
the ayahuasca vines are making you real again
For days we trudged through that jungle
flying fantasy of the trade winds
You sail again
Recurring flame in your friend's narrow boat
The sky opened up for me that time
a hallucinatory kaleidoscope above Midsummer Common
- and I just dropped off the world
I cry Divine tears for
the joy has overcome meI am revolving in the sky
purple hexagons in the night
The minutes lost in hours
Darkness has fallen
lost in mystic haze
Therapeutic shining of
the wind as you taste
the air with your hands
The seed falls...
A tibetan flower blooms inside
My belly explodes,
vines grow,
light pours from our mouths....
We kiss beautiful entwined
Nothing mouths can say
will suffice for the subtle
aromas of your heart flows towards my waiting soul....
Living laughter fills our blurred horizons
with the faith to travel far.

smell of lavender,
taste of blackberries,
vivid sunlight on dew...

Pixie Haiku

Naked upon the blue dawn
pixies tread with the
willowsome clods of grey air

Ripe armpits, laughter and dancing

Light, happy, peaceful Shakti
Round off a painting with
the beating of tabla,
the trill of the violin,
acoustic guitar, birdsong,
a thousand hare krsna's
to the guiding light of the moon
This will I do, as well as
the hoovering and garden
How to find the sacred feminine
light in a sea of flags and sausages
I envisage lettuce and spinach
with your gorgeous dressing
This poem dressed as a pet cat,
when the time is right...
Your ripe armpits refreshed
My hippiness gradually returning
Now I'm rambling but
I love you my gentle rose
My painting nearly complete
I hope it transcends
the everyday rumble of the household
You are my steady shakti squeeze
I'll squeeze you til the sun goes down
And I go down
The love I speak of with my tongue
touches your sweet yoni
And, like the eloquent words of the guru,
my mouth shall give you comfort

Leather Jacket

Puddle running runnels
grass stretched out
meandering with the trees
I sit in the morning sun
on a bench in my leather jacket
an ant walks up my leg
a robin lands near
then spicks away
the beatific vision already
this morning
the sun in an oily puddle
on Christ's pieces
young mum's walk past with prams
a man sits reading his paper
the council man sits mowing the grass
wafting sound to and fro
birds hoot and sing
and I wait for Auntie's Tea Shop to open

Celestial Showers...

My cock's wet from your mouth
You sit on my face and I can see into your eyes
Last night you had two orgasms
I heard your pussy squelching in the night
as I entered you
I came too, in between yours
You know just how to tease
the juicy loveseed from my loins
We recline, immortal lovers
satisfied again
A thousand kisses and then and thousand more
Sweet perpetual flavours of you
in my mouth, on my tongue
I love you and your blissful ways
I will always speak
eloquence of your name
Sadie.... Sadie....
Sadie... Sadie...
I come inside you,
an unseen spirt in the universal tao
Your pubic hair rubs against my belly
and we lay together,
our nature's intertwined

Pylons

Angels over the Westcountry
The tide waning
It wants to wane
A weakening before it strengthens again
Cows foretell the whispering velvet monogamy
Secrets kept in a box of mohogany
Noble house, unkempt bay window
A view of ancient druglike hedge
Rare golden bird nesting
in Shiva's painted blue den
Solid foundations, wrought iron
industry fades in
A TV flickers image noise on the train
silence while we stop and regather
I bring myself to see the zen in these bolts
People in the station
The whole holy whirl of weekend colour
Artist friends gathered to combine energies
Indigo massive girlface
Whitman and Ginsberg represented
My Madonna and Child a curtain of violet purple orange
Sigils for a better life for mine own
England I'm not sure if I love you
I feel the call of India in my loins
Together we will revolutionize
dinner party valley
Return O Goddess to your chosen land!
I am an Arthur of old
Making my way thru this island
I will plant my sword in the earth
and shout to the gods
Only Buddha responds with a single word
for it seems pan is gone,
his flute rarely heard in the goat meadow now

- on the train from Bristol after Upfest June 2010

Obsidian Giraffes

Obsidian giraffes
all and sundry array
of holy socks in CB1 garden
She reminds me to
reach my hand to the
papered smoke stick
India virtues
hot orange

Sadie Slightly Imbibes

Sadie slightly imbibes
gentle words from my mouth
Tit-suck - she jumps on me
poetry and cock play
Canoodling whimsical pixies
scatter oblique tantras
on the grass for the
cleaner to mop up
I Ching greatness of the
pine leaf sage
Mountainous region of
the Netherlands
The aging process you defy
Your childlike nature returns
Now to Grantchester with you!

The Metamorphic Gardens

Once every two weeks
wolves ponder the existence
of middle-class emos
how they hide behind
shades of green-tangerine
The metamorphic gardens
Tantric wet corridors
Utmost salvation, Karma
I believe in you

All is Change

All is change. I know that everything is going well for me at the moment. I know that in the future it may not go so well. That is the nature of life. I know that in the face of my potentially impending death (I might die tomorrow) nothing really matters. The thing to do is to not worry about the square world., just deal with them peacefully and patiently. Don't cling, for all is change. The river keeps on changing and is always different. It is linked to the wild vast silent ocean of freedom that is one brahman soul. You are that and more. The Universe in fact! My purple shirt and orange beard sings in the window. These dynamic patterns of change are my cool blue waves. But I am also the red scorpio king capable of creating irresistable passions. I bring her hot yoni alive and she is all for me, as I want her. Her divine body, her smooth skin. Her sacred mouth is mine to kiss. I am all for her forever. I am kindled to her heart. I will keep her warm. She melts my ice and turns me to indivisible water, which she catches on her tongue and swallows. A part of me she has drunk and I stay, in her body, in her memory. She dressed in finest cotton saying she loves me and she means it. Do I love her? Is this what love is? I would surrender my utmost to her as I have done before if I would not lose my mind again. Even that it seems I am not afraid of. Only that we'd be parted or that she'd cheat. Be faithful o queen of my heart and you will see the realm of true happiness. Together we will radiate beams of love from our hair and others will yearn to know it. Love is in your come (comb). You have it dutifully in your artmaking hands. You the creator and I the creator. Both with a vast power we don't even realise and certainly don't dwell upon. To create and nurture and liberate sensibly. Not to hurt and destroy. Sometimes the beauty is too unbearable. Rising violins fill the azure sky with hope for the future, for you and me. The sunset melts betwixt our eyes and emerges a vision of our eternity, if you want it xx

The Divine Seed

Wagneresque outpourings of tears.
Violin symphonies. A stone pathway.
Blue water. A sacred flame turning nonchalant.
Walt Whitman in Grantchester.
Dappled sunlight.
The voice of a learned man.
Religious virtue in nature.
The middle way of buddhism.
A lover's ecstatic face during sex.
The spilling of holy loveseed.
Cottonmouth. The sacred pipe.
All the rivers of the world.
Aboriginal music and paintings.
LSD. The Word. John Coltrane. Pompeii.
Illuminated manuscripts.
The cold side of the pillow.
Sand mandalas. Blek's Sybille.
The Sistine Chapel. Cats.
Santana in a caravan. Jesus.
Narnia. Eden.
Shiva and shakti forever merged.
The present moment.
Blake's eternity.
The Universe.
Deathlessness.
Gaia. The green earth.
India. Nice people. Festivals.
The ozric tentacles. Strawberry Fair.
Windmills. Blue feathers. Life.

The Divine Fountain for Sadie

Effluence flows from your pure valley
I lick and bite and kiss
electric bursts tingling all over
Rivulets of pleasure
You are the ganges!
O Ganga Devi, fall onto my hair!
I inhale and kiss every part of you
Exhale, I am one with your breasts and nipples
You blow my holy staff of Shiva
and drink and swallow
the creamy slippy slidey silk
from The Divine Fountain
Pause and I am inside you again
filling you with the purest love I know
Tightening and quaking
as you have an orgasm,
the most natural delight

Hair Like Spanish Moss

Cambridge

Hypnotized by the street
Meeting people by chance
The subtle flow of life
announcing new things
New frequencies brought to bear
Gnaomi in the Sunray Cafe
Freya in Cafe Brazil
Vaughn and Fiona living statues
outside the guildhall
As I grow into Cambridge
Cambridge grows into me
A place where anything can happen
and sometimes does
6/4/2010

The Gates of Paradise

I saw inside the gates of Paradise
Tasted the pleasure fruits sweet nectar
and rested a while romancing my Eve
Then one day the gates closed up
and I was left alone again
to walk for eternity
through the endless nothingness

The endless nothingness turned into
a fragrant summer's night
Crickets chirped and the night sky
showed up a multitude of stars
The Universe hummed with the
mystic complexity of a dream
All was one and I stumbled across
a party in the middle of the desert
A fire roared and people sang and danced
as if it were the last night on Earth

At the party in the desert
there was an old man
He wore a baggy woolen jumper
and his skin was covered with
tattoo's from his many travels
He offered me a potion
he said it would give eternal life
to the man who imbibed
I said I didn't want eternal life
I was looking forward to my death
and discovering the mystery that awaits beyond
He said there's nothing he could do for me
But he could make my schlong twice as long!

English Sonnet

The grass on it's slope it seeps
Into the unseen phenomenon
Writer's dulce
the faun's loyal hoove
in eternal Spring stoops
to lift the holy muse
We sing last nights moon
And while the Afgan poppies dream of June
She swings her hair in some country pub
Calling me a loon
While in secret
she mutters her hallelujahs
I quiver solid lyres to infinity
she still a renegade felicitous

Warm poem

To make heiroglyphs of your homeland.
Passages of pebble and hedge
Intricate patterns a multifying
multitude of colour and shape.
In your eyes the glittering sensation
of audacity -
A lion sleeps in my bed
while the fire breathes
Blue gas flames of incense
Orange and yellow warming heat.
I feel my lover in my arms
and I know I am truly alive!

Adam & Eve by Lindsey

We are creation, no less than divine
when our spirits touch as they combine
my adam so pure with good intention
but what is a woman without
her temptation?

I was made for being my adam's eve
with weak innocence but I am no thieve
lend me your hand, close your eyes tight
I'll show you a taste of heaven's delight.

Sample a drink of this sensual fruit
and feel it's salvation with forbidden pursuit
we revel in this sweet fleshy water
as we are the tomb for the apple
tree's daughter.

United in rhythm our blood pulsates
may we be forgiven
for what here awaits,
we reach the core and
taste the young seed,
and how it makes
our young senses bleed

Eden awakes and glows
for it's hosts,
a new moonlight turns our
bodies to ghosts
my adam, a man, moulded
on god's own term
and I, eve, adapt to keep his
apple warm.

Venus & Adonis

Placid greek dreams
Venus & Adonis wandering
thru the forest
Day after day Venus pursuing
her handsome hunter.
Artemis & Diana the bastions
of Adonis's thoughts as he hunts
paying no mind to the
heat of Venus's womanhood
Cupid's infernal arrow striking
the one but not the other.

Faith

Silver green globules
of misty dew
approaching the
fountainous realms
of no-death
evolution the eternal kingdom
Birth of mystic spirits
So what lies in the
valley of creation?
Faith lies in laws
- with Jess at my party 18th Dec '09

Acceptance of Spirit...

Poetry unfolds again from God knows
what reservoir.
Self read Mona Lisa approaches
the realms of uber significant genius.
Barmy Art it seems is an endless association with genius.
Pi over Shakespeare.
Motionless sweeps of Rembrantesque
multifaceted brush strokes.
A brush is like a guitar.
Voice moves on the wall like cold metal thunder
- Oh the wall it sings of warm fate.
- Oh the yellow it sings of the
impending sunflower crows.
Tooth of fire grimace,
Tim the Roth KO's a millipede.
Swedish mountains call the
granite itself to rise.
Waxy earlobes, distinguished
in their fire topaz.
Wild fair orgy of DMT'd meta coffee.
Just coffee and cigarettes -
Man with noting confesses everything.
Soul poured, purged of all sin.
The Jesus eye as ever
sleek for the meek.
Fanciful bread and butter.
Last nights vino, best part of
a warm fire.
Sway again to the acceptance
of spirit...

Hot Sex

Rose -tinted glass in the starlight
Sordid sleeves, melancholic breeze
The Muse bends over the altar
Glass gecko piece ablaze
Breathing in, steamy dissolution
misty gliss of wet pussy
Gold-olive tanned spanking
Internal pull, hot pumpin' juice
dripping wet orgasms...
munching flash bulbs-doink
Raisins and sultanas fall from an
imaginary sky-cloud
Botticelli visions appear in
raucous doggy-style menagerie
yelpings of delight, soft ahh...
Angels descend, acid deepthroat
in abounded autumnal-winter dream
Purple colours thru our telepathic head
She sits, matted African locks
tangled together, I stroke her cloisters, wryly