to be a man. i must.
stand strong. and be.
a hold you in my arms protected

to be a man. i must.
walk forward. in hope.
unraveling the future before me

to be a man. i must.
do what is. is right.
and keep the world as it is

to be a man. i must.
forget myself. old fears.
for all is older and wiser then i

to be a man. i must.
ask you too. hold me.
as i let my tears flow freely

to be a man. i must.

if circumstances
had procured me
if circumstances
had shown me
a different set of eyes.

if circumstances
had asked me
if circumstances
showed answers to
a different set of questions

if circumstances
had given me
if circumstances
had made me
a different word to counsel

so circumstances
it seems dictates
that circumstances
be thanked.
given circumstances

have you ever seen the wind
gently rest a leaf
have you ever felt the wind
softly brush your cheek
have you ever heard the wind
whisper in your ear

then youve also seen it fling
the rock to which you cling
youve also felt it cut
and steal away your heart
youve also heard it howl
in madness and despair

it is summer

the breeze is slow
lifting hair in exploration and relaxing
falling back to music of entwined eyes

there are no tall buildings, just wide skies.

it is summer

all floweres are open.
the vines are green growing over the trellis
red clay and moist sweet ground

what made the moon so round?

it is summer

inside crowned in dust outside
in green

travelled the ocean and back
my mind

travelled the ocean and back
searching life

travelled the ocean and back
fearing truth

travelled the ocean and back
to depravity

travelled the ocean and back
back home

travelled the ocean and back
to God

inside crowned in white outside
in red

row upon row of (concrete blocks)
girded by (rusted iron)
mounted on (crushed rock)
gives way to . wooden
economy.

two backpacks
two suitcases
trundeling along the side walk
with speed they rush
a couple
sliding across the pavement
in the morning sun.
towards the future.
the present is in the window
proudly on display
in view
attempting to be sold
yet they rush
their bags are packed
to catch the train
to tomorrow.

rolling ever onward
across crusted iron railings
two lines merging into one
to become again two

railway tracks interwieving
shufling and shunting onwards
from and to each destination
in halfhearted littel bounces.

and so im left alone
pushed onwards in the night
rushed along these rusted tracks
from memory into memory

were any of them ever true
or were they dreams as im dreaming now
its said that it would take a lifetime
to find that one perfect blossom

past cars, buses, silent lamps
the more and less connected
this way and that jumbled
like half forgotten words

each tree or bush a separation
moving from everywhere to there
and here merely the nonexistence
of bated boredom: impatience

at here there and everywhere
at why where and neverthere
come high low and someplace else
just get me back to somewhere

silently swayed reeds
moving in answer to the trains small dialogue
calling and drawing upon our attention
revealing one upon another
soft sweet ponds.

sinking now
slowly slowly sinking in upon themselves
sinking into drudgery and poverty
a refuge a refuse
of all we've let escape.

childrens paint in brown and green
each colour caught snared
and dissolved
to come and here to wait
in silent still ness wait.

wait for their fellow travellers
along this graveled road
to pass no more upon the other side.

rain
driving sheets across the earth
pulling, tugging, baring, disparing
leaving
men and women
shivering from cold, huddled in fear
to small to withstand the tears and cries
the power of the worlds anguish
as today this day the curtain
is torn

silence
descending then
as the eye comes on through
in stillness, in horror, all furtivel wait
blood has been spilt
the stone has been thrown

steady
an incoming wall of savagery
the storm in its glory hs time left to run
then brightlight and whitelight and sunlight
is seen
streaming through clouds, pouring through rain
the storm in its fury gives way
to the sun