HOOPLA RINGS

i threw hoopla rings -
one to snare you
one circle, one point.

you threw one
by being charming

the third circle
was a smile at someone else
remember?

three circles
as you walked away

mine was the next throw - 
an offering

you threw one
it went astray

i threw one
it fell at your feet
i saw you pick it up
tenderly

two circles -
one for each
as we threw back our heads and laughed

we've run out of hoopla rings now
'cause i threw one of disdain
and you threw
one of pride

it’s time to move on....

I LIVE

in just outside the clock

along the periphery of your dreams

an invisible line in picture frames

as a criss-cross in your hand

in a story never to be told

in just an intake of breath

in fading ink of yellow parchment paper

in a fleeting knowledge of your soul

in the realms of the Universe

where I am with God

looking down upon you

in a dream 

that vanishes like mist with the dawn

in a sudden lightning moment of truth

in the knowing smile with which I left you

once again to your mundane existence

I Live.

BURIED ALIVE

In the graveyard of the buried alive

she screamed and groaned...

moaned

and they sighed...

another one

to tell a story

It was the best day of my life (she said)

there from my coffin

in my best clothes

mascara, rouge and lipstick -

I could hear them praise me soft and low

twas pure bliss!

people in black and mourning

with nothing but good to say of me

highlighting my achievements

played down my bad

and I had been waiting

my whole life for this!

and then they were there

these people in black

my friends, foes

and I don't knows

kissing me on my forehead

bidding me goodbye

hardly aware that i was screaming

silently - no one heard my cry

my mind registered bouquets

a malicious eye or two

some tears spilt to wet my face

a whispered word from you

and then they gently closed the lid

and nailed it into place

and lowered me down by ropes

down into the hole

and threw mud upon my face.

hey! 'don't do that!' i cried from where within

i could hear the muddy rain

but bury me they did and an epitaph -

"Buried alive - never to be heard of again!"