When asleep
The ageless travellers hold your hand
And dance into the night winds.

The replenishment
Starts as the eyes begin to close
Like pulling the shutters over the world

While we relax after a hearty meal
Re-growth begins
In the slumbering hours

As we walk the astral planes
The moon 
Takes on the strain

But we  sleep
Are we unaware
Of the work that is needed

Does the need to keep growing
Seem more important than deep knowing
Are we ready for the big sleep?

Jesters and acrobats release the tears
That have formed inside a thousand dark years,
And the gas oven becomes the cooker again,
The rope, a larger piece of string
Daylight robs the world of menace
It neatly places
Our heads into spheres of happiness
Turning on the taps of joy
Is like bathing when I was a boy
The excitement electrifies.

Jokers and panto artists dance their merry way
as the dawn shovels in a brand new day
expectations larger than one can say
loom into view obscuring the clouds
in total immersion the journey explodes
inwards, lighting a million tiny fires 
that look like the night sky crammed with stars
in showers of delight
the smile stays and the tears dry,
we are reborn again, 
we’re the same again.

When planning a meeting
We want a light to shine on we
Oh let the ..
Let the light shine on me 
Shine a
Shine a light on me.

We were talking deeper
We wanted everyone to see
The light to
Shine down on all who are here
Shine a 
Shine a light on me

Oh, the day is dawning
The everlasting light is upon we
Shine on we
Shine into our hearts peacefully
Shine a 
Shine a light on we.

Seven miles from home
	A hole in space
	Where a door
	Has been left open
	A hole in my mind
	That looks out into space

Seven miles from home
	A peace in leaves
	And damp trees
	Where a vibration
Shines a warning
A place in heaven

Seven miles from home
	A pace that slows 
The brain, while sun
Beams stream through
On to the road to nowhere
A place where birds don’t sing

Seven miles from home
	Through the air
	Bringing the world down
	A touch of years 
Seers the heart
Bringing heaven on down

Seven miles from home
	Music envelopes the heart
	Where green is the colour
And blue is the mood
And red is the heart
And purple is the moon

I could see all their faces
As they streamed passed my box
I could hear their voices
As though they came through a Vox
They boomed delight – a desire
I wanted the record player sound turned higher.

I would lean into the driving wind
And settle for a cool rainy day
If the sun refused to shine,
Somehow I couldn’t have my way
Yet sleeping is really like flying
And living is only a prison.

We walk together through the sands
We ignore the falling stars 
As we stride onward hand in hand
For the grains of time are stacked high
Ready, as if waiting for something afar
To arrive, resplendent in colour;
Sunset to sunset the miles stretch forever.

We walk the empty plains
But the sorrow rains
Like petals from a fading lily
We see sunrises, but ignore the essentials
Like half blind animals we turn silly,
As the sunset approaches I look at you
The long shadows surround me and you
We embrace as the warm sun fades away
Another sunset passes, sunrises to another day 

I am a sensitive
Dabbling in the light that gives
Knowing healing with care
With the colours of the rainbow
The knowledge is loosed to flow
We keep our secrets hidden
In vaults we call our memory
In chains of time 
We struggle on blind
But to what purpose, what kind
can we only but ponder and wait
Listening inside all our ears
Is the greater ones many light years
Ahead of material wealth
But at the same time
Here and ready for life.

Shazam!!
Searing guitars manic drums
Demented bass for the audience
Fun in the park, sun on the punk
Lyrics round the bend
No future no future no future for me –
Scratched words shouted verbals
Destroy! – Don’t care!
Anarchy in the Finsbury Park
June has exploded into life
The fire’s lit the dancers jump.

Gravel pit screeching male throat
Resounds in cardboard boxes,
The edge of the city vibrates
Only 21 years ago when their plugs were pulled
Now the Johnny Respectable Rotten
Runs out of gob sneers reassuringly
Memories memories have come together
Punk reunion anarchist smile
Dash all hope of a trend in Descent
Wake Up England!
Or we’ll shit on your flag
Cover your Queen in spit
Filthy tasteless for the now music
Fuck the past piss on the future
Get your rocks off now!

Sitting near the mother of India
Waiting for the sun
I hear the ancient water song
Sending a clear message
In ripples, gurgles and in none
Water song water words
I’ve often heard
Framed in vibration 
upon the seasonal winds
For I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
They fly every day
They fly to eternity
But their energy never dies
For it is here and here it will stay.

Watching the pictures 
that glow in my mind
As visions of paradise 
Become easier to find 
Having stepped momentarily
into the beyond, 
The tears of a thousand deaths
Are now in my eyes, splashing upon
The word the Ancients breathed
Is the Being the God the Light – OM
I speak a hundred tongues
To the Moon
To find the child therein
Has spoken the same 
But a million years ago.

Wear your love across the universe
Like a cloak on fire with sequins and furs
Live – love – love again 
Look without, look within
Listen to the Voice
Interrupt ye not
For you have the choice 
To open your eyes
To open your mind 
To connect with the infinite
With material thee abide.

Practise a verse 
Exercise and rehearse
Lift its dampening grave
Leave ye not the one who raves 
Ignore ye not the madman
Nor the depraved
Remember them in healing times 
Cast thee your net
To spread so very very wide…

Laugh and pity the hypocrites
Send them your love
Leave unturned no Stone,
The settled ones 
are the deafened ones, 
Fear not what was cast from above
Disturb well to over turn,
Examine and forever learn
That the Companions on your earth
Wear not the iron-mail
Nor carry the iron fist
Their purpose is hidden  
Inside a blood red mist.
If you can penetrate
Then for the sake of love
Do not hesitate
Lift the Stone
Above your head
Throw it with venom
Into the gliding Ganges
The Stone fits inside
it’s mother’s womb
In blocks the tomb
forever the eternal Stargate

I see a tree
Skating in the clouds
Right next to me
I laugh
I write
I go home,

The tree with
Fulsome leaves
Trunk and all
Laughs at me,,,

“The fool
He thinks its his
Imagination
Who ever heard
Of someone
Thinking about
Flying trees?”

I heard a dead cow sing
My ears were leather straps
They wouldn’t let in
The sounds,
The words of love
I cry
I write
I wonder …why?

The dead cow
Danced into a clover field
And invited me in
I thought of rising into the clouds.
Right next to me.

I felt the glue
Seeping into my hands
I placed the envelope down
For it was cutting itself
Right next to me
I’m asking impossible questions.
Am I dreaming?
I write
I sleep
Not knowing
What lies inside

The slowly disappearing envelope
I crumpled it
It crumpled me
Besides.

I felt the pang
Of history
Looking lively
I wrote
I painted
I sketched
Only three seconds passed
Right next me
Even the paint hadn’t dried
By the time I looked
Inside the picture
Looking for me
but the words were still fresh
and
the charcoal was almost dust.

I saw the tree
Again that same day
Right next to me
I wrote
I asked
I laughed
But the message
It wrote to me
Was unclear
In English
The meaning was left
Wandering outside
My window.

For my arms are quite extended
as I look out upon the sea blue
in my years I never intended
to let it slip right on through.

the days are overwhelming
in fluids that are made of dew
the nights they are never ending
& in the gloom the moon is too.

I am but a quiet forager
looking for the inevitable clues,
I find the rocks are getting heavier
hiding answers in nature’s glue.

bring a voice of champions to my ear
I will present no angels or sorrow too
but listen eagerly waiting to hear
the verses that burst right on through.

agony in transition from year to year
is like staging a protest in a zoo
plenty of voices to chew on here
but don’t mock the animals nor me nor you.

deep-seated frights & suspicions
keep us tied to our churches & anew
listless lengthy tomes of chanting
bring no relief – just too much to do.