S O L E
Depression is the mother of all disease
love your mother
but not disease

when one is idle with no work
at hand
sing a song
or
join a band

else dance alone
if you have to
exercise your body and mind
you must too

stay healthy
of mind and heart
keep them besides you
as life’s inevitable part

I wish I could fly
And become one with the sky
A cerebral high

Fallen to eternity of slumber
I lay by your side with hand in yours
Your heart beats though eons away
With hope of awakening I pray
For I know you as none before have
But if you wake I'll hide away

I'll always be here when you need me
But when you want me I'll be absent
Need changes not the past nor present
And a future for us is not to be

Creating room for meditation
Neither a meditation room
Nor a physical getaway
Rather a spiritual gateway

Not a mythical retreat
But a mindful haven
Beyond the mental fortress
Towards the sacred sanctuary.

FROZEN WISHES

My words are frozen in the making
and linger meaningless in space
with no soul to resurrect
lifeless projections of a mind
broken in its dying, waiting for
the miracle of speech and movement…
a useless and foolish desperation.

Tools in an ammo
box..dirt from fingers
planting phlox
Hunched Hunkered
mind in the bunker

gears and bearings
the pancho like fairing
No time for Tiaras
and tea
But she drops in to
Show..."Look at me"

"You'll never figure
me out!!"

Grin madly and wild
chase her down the
hall with a squeal
and scream.Slam
the door...saved by
the phone ring!

On the wind a wing
of wave form
elegant, organised flurry
contorting into the muscular dark
light on clouds
the twisting DNA spiral miracles
that lift from the estuary,
from the sea.

The grey salt water that
embodies their form-
an elusive subverting
conscious mass,
ignition of air
torrent of wing
engulfing the mind
of eye bewildered
skewing and shaping
the very sky.

I hear your voice it rings with love,
warming my soul and mending my heart.
Keeping me comforted while my eyes look high,
embracing the midnight stars as they flicker and dart.
Flashing across that infinite sky,
linking us with love in the heavens, we are never apart.

Our Souls so closely linked that each star is a jewel.
Cemented in the fabric on the words we start
To make each day a memory anew,
Engraved with timeless love.

Your Kindness Neo’s

You are forever so kind
all hearts swell
when all are read
what will happen
when all is lost in the pages of NEO
out from the distant heaven …
all will see …
my Lords who still read

Many have forgotten the harp string …
when they could in hearts, a bell ring…
and
read what was composed with abandon ….
many poets still do it though
but seldom …..

let’s walk the walk of time…
as lonely strangers …
not like dogs
in lonely mangers….

Gravel can turn into mounds of destruction
Stones can join to form halls of instruction
Pebbles can turn into sources of obstruction
Rocks can become monuments of distinction.

Mortar used for purposes malign or benign
Masonry used to block out or to refine
Cement is putty in the hands that realign
Based on what is in the architect's design.