Lightning stabbed the earth erratically, like the thrusts of an
Incompetent assassin. The storm raged over the canopy of the
Primordial forest. Wind driven rain roared and lashed the tops
Into a wild frenzy.

Trees danced and creaked to an ancient rhythm. Below a
Cauldron simmered and bubbled over a fire, that in the stygian
Darkness gleamed and winked, with the malevolence in a
Demented polecats eye.

Piercing the night with a strident shriek, a voice demanded
"�� When shall we meet again? "�� A younger more normal voice
Replied "�� I can do next Thursday, if everyone's ok with that ? "��

"��To a fool time brings only age not wisdom."��

Time

Last night I fell asleep.
This morning I arose awake.

The daily dally, just killing time,
Spending minutes that aren'��t mine.

A silent assassin without any fuss
Quietly, insidiously, killing us!

You are welcome in my City

Your poems always have a poignant story, which is nice
and makes them very interesting to read. I'm learning
from you, and why not/

Perhaps the gentle breeze,
a zephyr, carrying the smell of wood smoke
on a winter'��s morn. The whisper of tyres on a distant road.

Could I be the blush of dawn,
bringing the light.
The rush of melt water tumbling down a mountain stream.

The great blue sky,
echoing with the greeting cries of aerial hunters;
gladdening your ears, smiling your lips, lighting your eyes.

Maybe that distant,
Indistinct figure who raises a friendly hand
as we, Ploughing our lonely furrow, pass like ships at sea.

A taste of red,
enjoyed while being fascinated by mesmeric dancing
flames of a log fire, in a Grande Maison. Ah, "��La belle..."��

I may not be,
any of these things, but joining you in a
conspiratorial feeling of oneness, "��This is who I would be."��

I meant Wiener Blute

You would be always welcome

Thank you, Wien Blute

Forgive yourself you probably did better than your
mum or dad. And it is a long; long winding road,
so give yourself a break and, "��Put a smile on it all."

In the Pueblo of El Rocio,
there'��s a little cafe from where you can see wild
horses roaming freely on a marshy estuary.

An ancient arboreal colossus
dominates a medieval courtyard, providing a
shady ambiance, cooled by gentle zephyrs from the Ocean.

A place where two pilgrims
in life'��s rich pageant, could shoot the breeze
while enjoying a little of what they fancy.

The sun setting over the estuary,
is a prelude to the evenings deep purple
skies , twinkling, With the lights from stars and galaxies.

The "��Universe,"�� a sight to touch anyone'��s "��Butterfly."��

Revenge

I am a positive lad, normally, but there are times
When I like to lie deep in a thicket, gently licking my
Wounds, remembering those that have injured me.

Moodily I contemplate my revenge, "��best served up
Cold they say."�� Perhaps, but the thought of imminent
Retribution is a great balm to me, and they knowing of
My impending revenge, gives me great comfort.

Not very enlightened thoughts I grant you, but the
Veneer of civilisation is exceedingly thin, as I can
Attest to, and I really do want to hurt them badly.

I know this would sound more reasonable if I were
Telling you of outrage and malice, inflicted on me,
But no, that has passed. Now is the time to hurt,
And savour that soothing prospect like sweet nectar

The thought does occur to me that I may have been
The object of revenge in the first place, but then who
Said life was fair? Not bloody me!

P.S
Well I'��ve had my revenge and no I don��t feel bad. A
couple of guy got what they had coming. I gave them
the first shot, so all was fair but I think I can forget
about them now, and that'��s the best part.

Wild Flower

Ribbons in her hair, this quintessential flight of fancy;
frolicked, with a contagious joy for life.
Lovers'�� lane, Cathedral, Castle Keep; her stage. The
whole world her audience.
Infectious laughter, a joyous intoxicating elixir.

"��The enchanted"�� bought her flowers, trying to capture
That elusive magic.
Little did they know, never did they guess; "Wondrous
Wild magic," lay not in the flowers, but in the seller.

Beautifully descriptive and interesting

Me Perhaps

Maybe the gentle breeze, a zephyr, carrying the smell of wood smoke
On a winter'��s morn. The whisper of tyres on a distant road.

Could I be the blush of dawn bringing the light, the rush of melt water
Tumbling down a mountain stream.

The great blue sky echoing with the greeting cries of aerial hunters;
Gladdening your ears, smiling your lips, lighting your eyes.

Perhaps that distant, indistinct figure who raises a friendly hand as we,
Ploughing our lonely furrow, pass like ships at sea.

A taste of red, enjoyed while being fascinated by mesmeric dancing
Flames of a log fire, in a Grande Maison. Ah, "��La belle..."��

I may not be any of these things, but joining you in a conspiratorial
Feeling of oneness, "��This is who I would be."��

Nothing wrong with being little and in your case it seems to keep you on your toes.
Did you get the trainers I sent, the ones with the 4inch heels?
xxx

There are parts of the madness masquerading
as people. The Graspers, the Greedy, the Needing
to have.

They'��d take your breath away if they could..
Their triumphs, they trumpet, their baubles
they count..

Do they know we exist, of the same race.
Our weeping, our wailing, our gnashing of teeth.

We, sad to say, but maybe the truth; just vague
wind blown shadows, drifting in their mind

You are a little tinker, but...

The Pessimist

He wanted to learn what the world was teaching him,
but couldn'��t outrun the thoughts in his head. no, not
able to get out of his head and into his life.

He wondered, but he always did, and what difference
does that make. He thought, "�� there'��s nothing worse
than making other people'��s mistakes,"�� so he never
did learn to swim, although he didn'��t get wet either.

The old Timer

Living, like success, is getting started. Set out on your path,
get the show on the road, best foot forward.
Don'��t focus too much on what you want to have, but more on
what you wish to become. Have a goal, move towards it and
if you change your mind, at least you will have been learning.

Take pride in your in your journey, it can be hard. Sometimes
every direction will seem like a wrong turn, but today's pain is
tomorrows experience, and nobody said life was fair. Well if
they did, they'��ve not lived.

Adventures are great, but often they are best enjoyed looking
back when you'��ve survived them, and they don'��t look quite so
daunting. Well that' my take on life, so make of it what you will.
Now I'��m off to get my fingers burnt again, Yeah, I know, but old
dogs and new tricks.