phone call circa 1996

you phoned to say you love me
and want me back in your home
you say that you're feeling frightnened
and you don't want to be alone
You promise things will be better
when I'm back into the fold
But you've forgotten all the things you've done
And all the lies that you've told

You Say

Please stay with me baby
And hear what I have to say

do and feel what I'm doing ~There isn't another way

Please stay with me darling
And hear the words I use
I don't want to move away from you
Cos your hearts too good to loose.

poetry book house

SUNDAY, 18 NOVEMBER 2007

My page long life has no rafters 

No borders or boundaries every bit of nothing twirls dervishly through my parched parchment 

And I am dented, wounded , landed, grounded - an adolescent in a squeamish movie - still covering her eyes and always missing the point.

hatred

You tell me I look at you with hate in my eyes
So, naturally I hate you for saying that.
And I shan't even ask for forgiveness
Because you 're too greedy to understand
Greedy for hate -
"If there's any hate - I'll have it! "
I hear you scream and rage
As I turn another page
of our 'life book'
And I shan't even ask for forgiveness
For it is a generous act
An act of generosity
and understanding .
I am without an ounce of Generous Understanding.