Slowly slowly

Shway shway across the desert -
releasing burdens there
shway shway endure the draining heat
make room for those who care
shway shway expel mirages
true feelings hurt yet heal
shway shway the barren desert
becomes a guiding wheel

(3/9/99)

Why

Mesmerised by spinning animations
mixed colours of the rainbow
angels, hearts and magical creations
the price is high
for that fleeting, winning feeling
passion runs dry
as greed encapsulates the soul
smoke fills the body
no match for the coal
the price is high
for the loss of the soul

(6/8/99 on poker machines)

Corrine

Sun shines brighter
silver coffin submerged
two sparrows sing
her soul free
from the pain she carried,
growing,
deep inside,
daily
pain disguised
killing love's essence
pain outlives her lifeless body
Last Goodbye
gathering, weeping, reminiscing
love must be stronger
conquering, feeling, being
Love

(31/7/99 Leppington, for Corrine)

Revolt of the munchkins

The wizard just was
said he knew it all
he was the dictator
we munchkins blindly, miserably obeyed
worthless munchkins
robotic, rigid
performing daily tasks
mundane
we all had our place,
by no choice of our own
a storm lingering, waiting
why???
dared to dream
fought evil battles
with one so close
intelligent yet dangerous wizard
anarcy! freedom!
war, darkness
truty, light

(July 1999)

The magic of Barcelona

The moon verges on full
twilight brings the streets alive
first star is seen
oh natural high I love you so

My soul expands
with each slow step
far out in the Incas
music was born,
for me this day
my soul awakes
sweet music provokes dance
oh natural high I love you so

La Rambla incites
self expression for all
breathing fire
under the stars of a Spanish sky
oh natural high I love you so
the magic of Barcelona

(Barcelona, 3/10/98 - meditating in a gorgeous church triggered the magic of the night)

Eternal

A taste of freedom
lingers forever
it may be forgotten -
for a while.
The feeling longs to emerge;
an angel's persistence
ensures the return

(Cesky Krumlov, July 1998, the synchronicity of meeting Nicole Eiden, a creative spirit and writer)

Familiar Faces

Familiar faces from unknown places
drawn together
possibilities
abundant, endless

Familiar faces from unknown places
resisting each other
with lessons to learn

Familiar faces from unkown places
I've been here before
will come again
face to face
with you

(written in Europe, July 1998)