The Longing

still feeling numb
I wish I could tell her
I wish she would see it
the longing for a simple gesture
a smile, I would drown out the world for
a caress, a lingering kiss
I' ve fallen for that which cannot be
I've fallen so far I cannot see
this bitter sweet moment
etched for ever in me
she is my Ithaca my destination
forever lost forever striving
I am happy to have known her
to have held her hand, laughed with her
listened to her voice talking about summer dreams
winter haze, of endless things in a side walk cafe
where the world ceased to be
I could never tell her
she is the one, always been
never will I want to loose her

Ashes and Earth

the pyre has lost its warmth
the sparks have drifted away with the eastern winds
the funeral bells have fallen silent
the mighty gods above have been pleased
the offerings the deeds the silent prayers
done and blazing sun sets the western sky aflame
the numbness sets in
pain swiftly fading away
the emptiness fast enveloping
groping around in darkness
trying to find my ground
edge of conscience is bound by her laws
nature has her way
tearing away another soul
the ashes gently floating on the wind swept surf
all I have are the memories


Dedicated to Mani in loving memory.

sky kissed land

In my dreams I always find myself there

Where the sky meets the earth

Mountains flowing up the heavens

The Rivers frozen in place

Ancient pine trees reaching up to the sky and beyond

Seat of the gods

High above to watch over all

Living in my thought, a fragment of my imagination

Giving it life and all its meaning

I long to be there some day

I long to be there some day

Caged

Looking into his eyes
I can feel the pain
The loneliness of pacing up and down
The growl unaswered
The thrill of the hunt long forgotten
No matter how big the cage
It is not his home
the fence the barbed wire
that's all that he has known
the elephant grass long gone
the feel of the soft moist grass
smell of a fresh kill but a distant dream
waiting for the next meal
waiting as a slave
I can feel his pain, the frustration
If there is a hell then this is it
A free spirit trapped in a cage.

The land of magical river

The towering mountains flanking me

The winding river moving to her own rhythm

Basking muggers with their evil grin

The silent rumble of the Tusker

The leopardess moving like the morning mist unheard

I lived here.... the wind screaming freedom

Eagle watching over all from their lofty towers

The white backs circling riding the thermals patiently waiting

We were searching for the mighty beast

We felt his presence more often than not

He was watching us unseen unknown

In his land I was 

I lived here..... Breathing sweating

I lived here...... Coz he let me.  

in the land of the magical river...

The Elephant Song

My Karl Cullen my friend and my brother left this earth On Monday morning 20 May 2013, to continue on his journey. This blog entry is dedicated to him in loving memory.

“In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… you– only you– will have stars that can laugh!”

And he laughed again.

“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… and your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!’ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you…”

And he laughed again.

“It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh…”



~ the Little Prince

And her name was Love...

She came broken twisted

weighed down by who she was forced to be

by who she thought she was

she sought comfort I gave her courage

she was looking for shelter I threw her to the elements

she grew I loved her for it

with her, on her road to self discovery I found joy

I got to know myself better

I lost her in the end but kept the moments

she gained freedom I found insight

fleeting though the moments with her she gave me all

the joy a story the laughter over a shared smoke

I welcomed her in to my world

but she had to leave early

the story ended the Magik remained