White Light

You send me into ecstasies where sorrows

Plunge deeper all because of higher heights,

Removal of your glow before my presence

Escalates the gloom to darker nights.

A radiance before my eyes beams stronger,

Surges to my core but blinds my sight,

All senses, not withstanding, love is wonder,

More than physicality – pure white light.


Oh, the times we could have had,

We two together,

Alliance formed in trust

And joint respect,

If not for distance, time

And all the half-truths,

We could have had

Such moments, I expect.


Drinking wine and chatting

Through the small hours,

Watching dawn arise,

New ways to see,

But, challenges unchallenged,

Past the midnights,

Forbade a different path,

So let it be


Alliance there was not,

So goes old story,

Telling in the absence

Of you near,

Mutual trepidation,

Arms at distance,

Let not connection be

A one of fear.

traps and trains


 keep it steamin’ on all fronts

– chugga, chugga, chugga –

engine shunts

— coasting on the flat —

/and down the slopes \

\struggling up the mountains/

how it copes

incredulous to see

although horrific

balletic in display

!!!!! so goddamned specific !!!!!

enemies around

trains on the track

no diversions here

‘we’ve got your back’

– choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-choo –

what a pain

gotta win our cause

what? fuck! again?


keep right on

knowing, even while

those days are gone

knackered at the yard

rusted, forlorn

pistons straining

empire days long gone

where’s the change

 in terminology

…locomotive, train…


wanton in excess

(on all the sides)

aggression wins

oh yeah? hist’ry decides

no worries, folks

Casey’s on the whistle

humming tune, new

 apostolic epistle

***shunty***shunty*** shunty ***

gasp (O) and groan 😦

passengers resigned

shrug shoulders, moan….bugger, shit, feck, fuck!

destination’s further

 down the line

worry not, guys

future’s lookin’ fine 🙂

just around next bend 🙂 🙂

a few more miles 🙂 🙂 🙂

slightly further on 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 (sweat hope!)

we’ll all have smiles 😉

at reaching place

we took the journey to

I’m getting off this train

don’t know ‘bout you.

lookin’ for the trap

by horses led

simplistic conveyance

or just lay abed.