WE WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD

We want to change the world
I want to leave my home
to rid my world
of lies
But things don’t disappear
because we leave them
Our changing anything
is nothing
if it’s only been removed
from our range of vision
or conscience

STORY TELLER

words
dropped lightly
on the dust
like rain
little grey finch
becomes a peacock

as finger tips
meet and gesture
the peacock begins to sing
like no nightingale can ever

GOLDEN MAN

I call for the golden man
to visit me;
I need advice.

‘you have too many companions,
I cannot come.’
‘I am alone,’ I tell him, ‘alone’.
‘But so many hopes and fears.
Hopes and fears.’

I look up
there a green jewel lies
slowly moving shadows
aside.

EXTINCTION

How many times
can one kill
a man?

Many times
it seems.
And how long
can a man
survive this?
That depends
on the extent
of his spirit

I AM ROOTLESS

I am rootless
no clan
to call my own

in the morning
I greet the rising sun
and should that sun
be blanketed in cloud
I’ll greet that dense grey
if I sleep beneath the stars
they will be my ceiling

a man beckons me
he is my lover

wispy

floating

feather

falling

one day my spirit
will take an awesome journey