illusional reality

Another cool salve on the blue blistering wound.. "Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence's cross." --Shakespeare(sonnet34)

how many times have i faltered on this green grassy mead a false breath of love and sorrow promises that never were kept. truth.a history. white linen or cotton? an esteemed look of desire.a glass of port. the vein of sad tomorrows where have all the flowers gone? innocent rays of sunlight or burnt wisps of a past? trembling moments of grace . and a whispering heart. a good luck charm.a charmer. fake notes of sweet surprise. a sonnet.a ballad.a love song. no proof of dark despair. a book in my hand. clotted seeds of grain. the mewls of the tiny kitten . whose folks did her betray not a dream.but very much Real. the notion of a loyal knight.a vision. not light. for it's an axiom seldom false. "veiled eyes , a thousand signs,ignore"

a fog of love on a pillow marked A and B crystals of sugar on the window sill boiling water.and fire. led by the hand. to the altar of truth. eyes blind.plain acquiescence. red and mauve and pink. a blue so startlingly white. that i know not what to say. fingernails and blinds. curtains and pitfalls. evens and odds round and round soothed egos and parched throats a dash of love. a litre of wine.and star studded evenings lithe blossoms tossing their dainty heads in the wild wild wind. a note of surprise not sorrow. when she said "i do" hands held and fingers entwined. a fair breath of spice and salt. white and black and all things nice. and me...the well wisher of the stars

As i scan through the pages of history,i discover the old trodden paths,ancient rites and charms worn by the sacred heart... - "I saw, and liked; I liked, but lovèd not; I loved, but straight did not what Love decreed: At length to Love's decrees I forced agreed" -Astrophel and Stella-Sir Philip Sidney

swirls of ecstatic moments onions and rich grapes deep purple and green. tender stalks of innocence and a mighty hand that knows it all the gathering storm of the night and a puppet. i all alone on this shore of silence. a dark warm night. the loneliness of the long distance runner pants and sighs. a muted hello. a wilted sound of excitement on a deep black shore. an overflow...a hand and a vision of the future. sweet songs to sing. or just a parody of an emotionless heart the strings of the violin chant a magic rhythm. the words of which are an enigma a smile. a thought. a careless whisper the blisters on the body of a soul or just a fling? the smouldering cloud gathers all the pearls not one .not two. but a thousand twenty two.. two shades no different from one another eyes closed. the fall of a million days is it black?or red? the colour of roses? or the murky pool of the desolate lash? i know not.for it is my destiny... a screech a sound.and two hundred years..

copper coloured pots and the chime of bells a vast blue ground. and lots of grass the warmth of an ocean the kiss of the nights sweet drinks. two loaves of bread. and iced tea... indulgent chocolate lollipopped glory... green and red.. and charming winds. dickens and wilde and a Christmas carol and sheets of paper saying "i love you". weak spots and strong.. and whispered songs.. and a generous heart that loves to share the blanket of dreams and you and me a word.not one. go on and on.. the eye of the needle under the brown arch white shirts.two.one long gone.. vague figures on the écran Gable and fantasies and Scarlett hues not tennis..but two sports shoes.. mighty winds of authority.. a one and a two.. an addled computer going boink!boink!boink! phone calls and giggles Recharged Questions ! "I am serious about her!" shared loves and lives. a deep green pail and herbal essences.. baked garlic and cheese olives and those scornful baby-corns the sound of "would ...