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(Snake was a symbol of the goddess before she was demonised, also from nod, i learnt the druids were also called snakes, which is why it’s said, St patrick destroyed them in Ireland) In my garden-world, solitary world, pensive of another, To linger long-struck, roving on romance’s verge, an eternal Plunge, the serpent and doe,…

Birds on the cusp, symbol of air, heading on thru mind in flights motion, between A place, or height, where creek bent time, flower art, or art made brick wall, or realm created A bend in forked path – bird or civilisation – to where? I consider myself, between everything, Waiting your answer, can I…

My mind in bed, dreaming last night, every Possibility became possible, and probable, neural Branches awoke, in comprehension, every life Form spoke, reflect in morning earthlight, from The crows bellow form the clouds changing In symphonies of delight, lemon tree, goddess held up, Thyrsus of the mind, branching  world’s paths, ‘tween Limitless potential, and life’s shape,…

Look at yourselves, scum Dregs of earth sucked up Is there nothing left to love? All youse care about is your Dead selves Who would mock love But the ill in the head? In this mad hell I’ll look to love, where love seems Madness, among spirit Processions dead drove love Mad yourselves driven mad…

(From a patients totality) When I walk, and someone makes a comment about how I shake my ass, I’ll have trouble walking; that they say I get a funny look when they mention beastiality so I have trouble with my expression; that by suggestion, my complexion, “goes red”. Then, to have a reaction: this they…

That woman sitting in front of me, who looked passed me when I said I’d had trouble eating and sleeping, become With her curls, brown eyes, and golden skin, her paused in thinking, Spirit manifesting g’s beautiful grace, Not Allah, in the book I was reading, my spirit seeking, not defined, but shaped in her…

The wind, voice older than night Trips over it’s ending, begins Again In me, my mind, circling round, No touch, no sound, despite My mind Laughter passes, tripping Sorrow whirls, where’s itself Beginning Asks Time, I dont care, says Mind, never ending, says wind, Beginning I dont want to be here, I want End to belong…

The freaks of fisher Close are at it again, laughing and saying im not gay, again Tho I’ve been hearing the freaks say good luck again Maybe they read my text and are just trying to drive me mad as usualOr is it because of something you’ve done again? 1000s of them need to gather…

Dearest G, fellow mischievousness,                     They say I don’t love you, how could they know? With no one in my bed over a year, g, is that not enough said? If I cheated on you, would it not make you suffer? And therefore, I suffer the freaks lies, because I love you Because if…

Into the sublime surreal, like a zig zag tells Of a jewel found within a crazy laneway, tells Of you, what’s mad and true, a track to cross, (Hung up on a necklace) bent in two When I see you, I feel swell, symmetrical (So on mine, pen your eccentric heart) My sense of humour,…