AlvynPwll

 

TRW

In the grassland of my reason

There is no blade I don't believe in

In the savannah of my mind

There is no plain truth I try to hide

 

 

Fractal Splinter

With this cup I take in sanity
A liquid break, what could occur?
When nothing is certain
Or beyond fear
Not life or Death they are part of the same
At Once
The hands have stopped their advance
Did we do that to prove what is already known?
The bird of time has flown.

Through open door there blows a seed
Everyone is here to see
what they would like to be
A flight of fancy
Could it be true?
Just for now, never again
The force with no fuse is inside
The energy of growth creation
Waxing and waning it heeds your vibration
Tickling thoughts, trapping escapes
We are in this zone as one
Changing what to percieve

Though it comes in waves
We come to learn the error of our ways
Nothing is down, it just goes round
We are in your palm
To be lifted
Don't try to hold it below
It is the season to soar
and remember why the September Moon glows

Ethereal and reversed it will not be led
Or satisfied until the end
Talk until then If you mean what was said
There is no room for discontent

Disappear,
linger in the lavender dream
Alone these thoughts are not conceived
Weightless, timeless, still revered
How could we say it is not real
This tempered force with spiralled keel
Leaking through the madarch field

How far can it go?
Does it always come back from the tour?
An underworld overture plays on
Holding fast
staves of inner peace,
fast
staves of inner peace
It's like no other game
The rules don't explain
On one idea the tower of dimension has its base

Enter the dark moon
Change this place of faceless illusion
It is a personal thing, a challenge
Take it up
Fill your cup from the cauldron so low
Her fire still roars for your soul
An image eternally yours
A globe with open road
Reset your values to behold
With walnut eyes
On overload

Pick a page and read your destiny
This book is there for diversion
A guide to earthly goings on
and what makes some behaviour wrong
Any time tonight

 

Druid

Beneath the oak

There sits a man

Bent and dry like the spiral bark

That grips his heavy heart

He holds the sun in his eyes

The wind in his palm

But few can hear

Eternity's call

 

I NO SENSE

I saw you look like a child in a rainstorm

Knee Hi, brow tight,

Searching for the rainbow

 
Lethargy

Don't regret the thing

Ye have nay done

When pearly gates

Ye come upon

 

 

Sense Of Porpoise

To meet the scent
The sacred end
Of trails long lost and lives well spent
To find the spell
In which we dwell
When all are each beside themselves

 

 

 

Windrush Symphony

In a hazel grove, the whistle's calling
Take these wings
Take my wings inside you
Dance around the sound
of falling violins
Listen to the sky sing movement
Over heads and undesigned
This wind is never stillness
This wind can draw your mind away
To wandering fields and
trails of tulip terrain
It carries no sin of re-union
From nothing it came
to rattle the dust of dead bones and lost kings
My head still burns from its sting
Remember this name when calm returns within
I am the wind
I called and you came to listen

 

 

Box

Bob invented a box
Built it as well
Seven Inch screws
Indestructabel
Sat in a cyclone
Bob entered the shell
Elevation it was
That sent him to Hell

 

Abell

You are a poet

Don't know it

Til now

Somehow

Give thanks

and speak out

Like a bell

Make impact

For cause

Of light relief

 

 

Compostual Rebirth

Facing

the inevitable

Racing

to the receptacle

Making

the acceptable

Out of

Rotting Vegetable

 

 

The Floating Stem

In our own time

We come to Be

A growing peace of high stories

Those days ,

They long forgotten,

Are written on the face

In lines of derailment,

Of laughter and rage

Every crease speaks definement

A passing mast
On a clear ocean lake

Sadly much is fake

The riptide she took us in her wake

My green lung

Washed away on a formula wave

Surfing to a cave one fine day

 

Me - I sit away

Not swept from the Kerb

In a garden of stone

On a pavement of herbs

Gladiolisay

This is what I have learnt

 

 

 

Vacuum Clean Air

Silence
simple
undeafined
grammar freedom unrefined

 

 

Oktobus

Takes us to places

With movement it scales us

Bare bones corral with the drainage

Full of crustaceans

Friends and old faces

All of them warm

Most of them wasted

 

Calon Trom
(for Nana May 1923 - 2003)

I carved a heart of oak

One last gift from me to you

On the skin I burned a knot

For all the things I didn't do

And placed it in the wooden shell

To go with you and keep you warm

So when you wake up all is well

In to another world reborn

 

Progruess

Road sense

Sitting on a hard fence

I watch you go by

 

Shoulder blame

Got to use the car again

Can't breathe what shame

Life in the past lane

 

One day I became

Enigmatic sellophane

Wrapping up a membrane

Passing for a pie

 

In my eye

Plastic of another kind

Smaller than a sixpence

Stopping me go blind

 

 

OPEN WITH HEART

FACE THE OCEAN'S DRY SONG

WORDS MAKE SWEET SAILSegin to make waves

MOVE ALONG

DON'T BE LON

OR YOUR TRUTH YOU WILL TAKE

TO THE GRAVE

AND BEYOND