A New Arrival

A new arrival comes into view,
From millenniums ago,
It echo's the silent slumber
Of the millions of people born long ago.

A messenger, calling to tell us of the story we need to know,
But  the arrival knows no words,
However, it's very presence tells us so.
It's got grace on it's side, and all over it's head.

Without speaking a word, you know exactly what it needs,
It crinkles and sparkles like a packet of crisps,
Then irons out completely, as if caught by some fallen angel,
Passing through the world of the new life.

Calling out to you, visions of who knows what, in it's tiny mind,
Cancelling out all other things and noises, 
Except the sound of your voice, that acts as stimulant,
When heaven gets a little fainter.

Word speak #5

This is a call out,

To anyone who believes in.

It has to be a mracle,

To have such a thin skin.

Material gladness, comes out of the sunshine.

Back in to chaos,

Wonderful past time.

WordSpeak #04

This beats anything I've ever heard of,

This expectation, this arrival,

Has the anticipation of a thunderstorm,

Or Christmas.

It fills your head with nerves,

Unexpected nerves, ending in 

Confusion, suspension, frustration,

And still it beats anything else that

This life offers.

The miracle of it is profound,

And people say there are none anymore,

Take a look around,

There's lots to go around,

The magic is palpable,

Spiritual guidance is everywhere,

Take a chance and take a trip.

Word speak #03

And so in dreams,

We glide and dip in high and low currents.

On a breath of air,

With skies coloured red and yellow

And orange, deadly night,

Becomes friendly morning.

Between the clouds, little specks of light

Dance into view,

Vision impaired but not too much,

You can still watch out for the beautiful sun,

Peppered stars, a few still visible in the smashing

Day. Flowers wake up, barking dogs stand up,

Deer leap again, sheep bound on the hill peaks

Once more. 

In the dream of green vales, there is such a time as this,

Placed amongst this happy scene.

A New Awakening

A new awakening,

Burning through the airwaves,

Past the toast and tea leaves,

And the cups and the saucers,

Turntables and timetables,

Puzzles and trains,

Can't be late for the six thirty,

Thrifty, can't quite believe it,

Time to wake up when the clock

Turns to unbelievable,

What a vacant trip.

There's no train I wouldn't skip. 

Prayer #01

I believe that you are mine and will never leave me,

You are always here when I need you most,

But never give me what will harm or hinder me.

For most of the time, I moan and groan,

And ask you for wild things,

Things that would fill up my lust and world loving,

So please forgve my selfish ways,

And let me start anew,

As you always do,

Thank you, my friend.

Thank you.

Driving Up the Dusty Lane

Driving up the dusty lane,

Up and down as the valley

Rolls and pulls the vehicle

Into troughs and high ground again,

As on a fairground Ferris ride.

It’s lazy down there,

On the corner where the red poppies

And the hay corn on the other,

Surprise you constantly

With their fire cracked, wind rushed

Red and gold.

All this in a car.

You see everything, everywhere

In a split scene,

Striking, but ultimately lost

To memory,

As soon as you pass by.

But I remember the corner,

Just before the dipping lane,

The rubies and the crowns

Created by nature for nature.