There is a thread of gold that binds the ancient tomes ~ a filament rare, ne’er to be found ~ lest this first be known; Though some men may read all,
When I at last shall die, what th… the meaning in this world of men - the flux that formed before my wak… when from that tranquil harbour fo… to pass again thru’ terra’s fiery…
Vivid light, Smiles so bright, Mangrove, Sea and Cotton Tree, A time I learnt to think in ways, My parents never taught me. I felt dis-ease with christian,
A sophic bridge of signs to worlds beyond the magical, long taken as mundane by the disregarding masses. Obscure and yet discerned
Dignity Stripped Flesh Ripped Morphine Tripped Profound Pain Inhumane
Life began a caper - made me captain, seemed capricious turned captious, capped me in
In that term, as I remember, I first built my delusion. From September to December, Was childhood’s conclusion. Back at home for Christmas,
I like to think I’m quite a spark a wise and clever man I can name the elements or kings of old Siam but sitting in my techno-cave
One land - many maps each map - many roads every road - two directions One God - many faiths each faith - many sects
I’m sorry if my attitude seems som… I love this life much more since… but by the same degree to hell I o… and now I know it’s not the 'get’… I’ve come to understand, life’s fu…
When the steely strings gets picke… the dark desert highway is life pa… I’m sure not bound for Californ-i… no doubt, no turnpike –cool breeze… This place we call life is the shi…
The ancient seers knew the score in granite etched on Dolmen door with Spiral glyph and centred dot, such subtle pictographic plot. Tho’ cyclic emanations flow
more paradoxical foolery..... I have enjoyed my senses for more… two eyes, a tongue, two hands - a… but I can’t see the noumenon you s… all I see is lots of stuff I make…
Conjugal Congress, Conception Conjoined ~ Constriction Contraction Contusio… Constructs Conferred, Conclusions Contrived ~
A bigot blind will never see, we are all as John Donne’s flea since Adam claimed mortality, who knows what hues in history flowed in darker veins than thee,
