Andy the poet

 Andy the white
white squares black squares
Protection and advice
lonliness and treachery

Hypothetical situations
Love from the past
identity in tact
You designed the wooden box
.......With your sharp carpentry skills
...............It keeps your heart safe but
......................You were supposed to love

Buddha was born again
The mother left, car obsessed
she was lightening on a screen in a bottle
so real so mean

Andy was down to the roach
fumes out nose and ears
getting lost in the timber's grain
The every day routine way

Sunshine used to move him
Pizza and weddings

Golden cat of Stevenage

 Alistair of gold
Cat's whiskers
Regrets permitted
Tears unending

Yellow sofa
Block t.v
Nothing on
Bed unmade everyday

Summer shade
the moustache droops
dappled light
Toppled pride

Alistair are you out there
On the bus line
Full of the rowdy youth
cantakerous retirees

heavy big round steering wheel
When your life has no direction

Anura by Enlil

 Enlil Resides
Dagan sits padded hands
Turned inward side by side
head upward in pride

Pride of the imperial pond
Croak from beyond
Power over the thin lush shore
Inside Enlil's sacred law

A strange creature resides
It's pupils from other dimensions
The eel fakes departure
Slippery lie

Out of sight from deep
The intentional killer
Explodes the sediment layer
Voracious Pike

Dagan invades their dreams
Haunts them in their lairs
The spirit growing in water
Becoming every creature's fear

Becoming the unnatural entity
Presiding over the life force pond
Tadpoles proliferate
Predators now gone

Elli spare me

 Elli came walking in
Things were sagging
I looked at the cliff

I said to her
One day i'd like to get up there
She laughed and mocked my knees

Elli came riding a boney horse
Grinning like the twelth demon
I touched the sky and pleaded

Her laughter broke out and attacked 
Seeking me like disease
With my good eye I winked

Bought myself another decade
Grateful chuckle as I tackled the jagged
Old cat of a women pleading

Oh I must build and conquer
Build and conquer
Come back a million times

She whined like an agonizing blizzard
Cutting at me with her frost
My hair whitened so I pulled it out

Ken you not old woman!:
For I am the poet who has hopped the sea
Touched the past

Elli let me grow some still
Bury not yet me

Coming to the rescue

 Do you need anything?
Can I help you with your feelings?
Are you not vulnerable enough?
Lets pull a string and expose you a little more.

No, Don't expose me or crush me.
Just because I'm not doing okay today.
Don't stick your nose in and mix it up.
Just try to accept I'm way down right now.

So I don't need anything from you.
Just well wishing, beyond that leave me with same silence.
In the same sense of cold and absence that makes me tremble.
Just wave and say hello, but don't come superheroing near me.

Because Only I can save myself.
Only I can shape my future.
Survive and recover.
To be something more than what I see before myself today.

The coloring book

 Your life is a coloring book
You select the colors randomly
you color over the edges inappropriately
A child distracted

For in the essential form of yourself
All must have symmetry and order
Same number of feathers on both wings
yet here all is unequal

Like a city of mansions and slums
Of twisting unmaintaned streets
and perfectly paved and landscaped boulevards
magic and confusion pouring out of the contrasts

A line and blotch upon the unspoilt area
Outside the outline
Fumbling the colored pen
Forming the accidental graffiti of your life

Morning lost man

 Ice tipped grass.
Pointing out the sky.
branches naked.
Homeless man sleeps beneath them.

His bicycle propped up against him.
Dirty jacket, stained jeans, black beanie.
The wood underneath half rotten.
Morning keeps him sleeping.

Early walkers pass through.
Observe him by mistake.
Looking away not to meet eyes.
Incase the poor man is awake.

People noone want.
Where do they go?
How do we lift them up.
When they lie in a world of their own.