i


thought


that


you


might


change


in


time




become


somewhat


like


me




only


to


find


times


changed


me


too



while


you've


become


more


me


i've


become


more


you








































i


thought


that


he


might


change


in


time




become


somewhat


like


me




only


to


find


times


changed


us


both



who


am


i


who


is


he


who


are


we








































i


thought


he


might


change


become


more


like


me



only


to


find


i'm


more


he


than


he


me








































growing


up


is


there


such


a


thing



-----------------------------



growing


up


is


the


hardest


thing


to


stop


is


to


die


to


grow


is


too


die



------------------------------------



growing


up


the


hardest


thing


ive


ever


done



i'm


not


done



---------------------------------------



growing


up


what


is


that



not


something


ever


finished








































changing


perceptions


rents


holes


in


realities








































its


always


just


more


of


the


same









































oh


foolish


love



so


vain


and


silly




thought


your


heart


could


look


like


mine




though


mirrored


here


i


see


two


halfs



they're


moving


both


in


different


time




how


could


love


change


whats


always


been



life


full


of


more


despair



my


heart


is


dull


weighted


down



it


needs


too


much


repair








































truth


disperses


hope








































love


is


not


a


mirror


though


we


might


wish


it


to


reflect








































its


not


the


telling


which


men


find


irritating


about


women


its


the


being


right








































we


have


little


choice


in


whom


we


love


some


choice


in


whom


we're


loyal


too








































nothings


ever


the


same


as


before








































realized


dreams



merely


mirages








































every


desire


when


realized


turned


to


ash








































we


are


partners


in


adversity








































my


love


exacts


so


much








































man


is


odious


without


boundary








































with


no


patience


to


forebare


and


a


tearful


cry


she


wailed


again


bout


his


wandering


eye






andrew's reply :





its


only


the


eye


that


wanders


I


never


wandered








































with


patience


rare


and


nary


a


sigh


he


bore


the


brunt


of


her


jealous


eye








































i've


seen


almost


every


kind


of


sly



no


lovers


tricks


get


past


my


eye




he


thinks


he's


a


wizz


at


deception


i


was


given


more


nous


on


my


conception






andrew's reply :





falling


into


a


thieves


den




what


else


do


you


expect ?








































neither


life


nor


infinity


reward


anything


or


anyone








































i


want


not


of


man's


art



give


of


me


that


no


part




i


want


sun


sand


and


sea


home


at


sunset


for


tea




of


man's


art


need


no


part


do


you


sea?








































addictions


consume


don't


leave


any


room


for


life


with


your


love


on


a


sunny


day




though


i


tug


at


your


sleeve


cannot


get


you


to


leave


come


and


play








































not


as


blinkered


by


hormones


i


see


no


road


forward







andrew's reply :





the


backward


road


goes


as


far








































infinity



whorls


within


whorls


within


whorls








































love


turns


toads


into


princes


and


leaves


princes


toads








































as


a


lover


i


learnt


and


bitterly


too


there


is


no


love


that


is


pure


or


true








































great


stories


dont


abide


in


palaces


with


kings


or


parliments


where


lobbyists


wear


masks




but


in


ordinary


lives


behind


ordinary


doors


where


dwell


tragedy


comedy


and


farce








































i


thought


i


looked


ok


when


i


got


up



glancing


in


the


mirror


sleep


dust


eyes




but


later


when


i


had


a


closer


look




i


saw


the


mirror


had


told


lies








































in


silence


the


eddy


of


anothers


presence


resounds








































a


swan


song



these


poems



come


now


im


dying



final


proof


of


love








































premonition


the


black


dog


i


walk


on


the


beach








































i


rank


you


among


moonlit


skies




both


natural


highs




;o)








































he


is


heaven


and


earth


sea


and


sky




he


is


full


moon


at


dusk




warm


skin


smelling


of


musk




he


is


i








































with


acorns


blood


red


and


nuts


rich


gold


brown


grey


green


lava


rocks



why


would


i


live


in


town








































little


pieces


of


infinity


kept


shelved


surround


me




airborne


sea


scapes


without


gulls


cry







dead


seahorse


eyes


not


borne


on


waves


crest




curling


pearl


shells


gold


sand


flecked


on


the


desk








































she's


your


angel


of


death




see


her


black


eyes


shine




into


her


arms


sink




forsaking


mine




walk


along


deaths


road




head


towards


her


bent




bitter


irony




tis


me


heaven


sent






OR






oh


your


angel


of


death




how


her


black


eyes


shine




tis


her


you


embrace




not


mine








































if


men


are


not


kept


engaged


they


drift



looking


for


the


next


sensation








































poems


once


written


rise


like


bile


when


re


read




ash


on


the


tongue








































to


lie


in


the


sand


with


endless


horizon


spread


out


at


my


feet


who


could


ask


for


more




tiny


shells


pink


brown


perfection


washed


up


in


pale


foam


along


the


shore



with


liquid


gold


sun


melting


into


the


ocean


and


gulls


crying


our


loss


will


i


ever


be


poor








































dew


hung


from


the


fence


wire


strung


out


along


it


like


beads




birds


perch


like


musical


notes


filling


the


dawn


with


their


song








































death


is


my


neighbour








































peter pan


and


wendy




we


fly


thro


night


skies




hearts


linked


minds


free




travelers


in


infinity








































the grass


being


greener


on


the


other


side


is


a


phallasy








































the


closer


to


death




the


stronger


the


desire




to


be


at


one


with


infinity








































the


face


of


decay


is covered in sores



shes


stooped


over



looking


confused




difficult


mooded


and


hard


company





companion


still








































all


religions




are


cults








































a


blessing


of


the


menopause





i've


heard


some


women


say





is


not


caring


about


men


anymore





will


i


rue


or


cheer


that


day








































my


heart


is


a


bottomless


pit




he says




there's


just


no


filling


it




she says




give


your


all


to


me




and


that


will


be




a


love


large


enough


to


fit






OR






my


heart


is


a


bottomless


pit




he says




there's


just


no


filling


it




she says




and


i


fail


to


see




what


seems


clear


to


he




theres


no


love




big


enough




to


fit








































bring on the night



all hope is gone



i


do


not


wish


to


live


the


dawn




love once ran hot


has


cooled


to


cold




he couldn't see


it


was


pure


gold




prefers to chase


bright


butterflies




whose glittering wings


so


blind


his


eyes








































her heart is stiff




cold


and


unyielding




not for her




loves


warm


embrace




she did love


once




gave it her all



it


got


used


up




now she wont fall




the frost is warm


her heart is cold



never


to


love



never


to


hold




she sits outside




she


shut


the


door



the frost


but


not


her heart


will


thaw








































fizzy


fanta


clouds


rain


orange








































the


setting


sun


a


furnace




molten


red


gold


runs


in


rivulets


down


the


sky




purple


grey


clouds


plume


smoke








































From an engraved plaque in the  Catacombs  of Paris


Be aware every morning that you may not last the day, and every evening you may not last the night




the


remains


of


six


million





who


had


once


walked


the


earth




felt


the


sun


on


their


faces




the


wind


in


their


hair




had


hungered


thirsted


loved




felt


the


beating


of


their


hearts




the


rush


of


air


fill


their


lungs




unearthed


from


their


resting


place




left


forgotten


in


abyss








































autumn


leaves


bright


as


flame


engulf


the


trees








































the


cold


stars


glitter


and


care


not



neither


do


the


trees



why


do


i








































golden


leaves


scattered


on


moss


my


bed


for


eternity








































travelling


birds





flying


in


formation





honking




rose


gold


sun


set


splayed


across


the


sky