A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

  • In Motion

    In Motion

    From my centre,To my periphery,Through this form and nature,Radiant and conquering,Smashing my resistance,Ecstasy is the river,And the oceans within –It’s changing me,Liminal and twilight desires,Billowing and becoming,Waves and waves breaking,The fragile shell of withholding,Tempering my body with divinity,Worlds coming and going,Flowing in and out of me,I am bliss neverendingRevealed and nakedAnd I am free.

  • The Nobody Mouse

    The Nobody Mouse

    Come now like the rain,With your cold tin roof acclaim,Into the haunted house,Of the nobody mouse, With the tom cats and the spectres,And an empty room of hecklers.Waiting out this storm of tears,For the halcyon days….. To reclaim your fears. Before we rip ourselves to pieces,Let me hold you still tonightWith my one good eye…

  • Collapse

    Collapse

    I’m at home waiting for life,With my queer mythology,Between the compost heap and the clinic,The goddess either too dirty or too clean. This wandering mind idlesOn the slipping portrait of woman,Her war between preservatives and rot,And I’m keen like ambition. I pull myself from the periphery,From the excesses of my longing,To the centre of it,And…

  • Which way is heaven?

    Which way is heaven?

    The One Above All, Is trust.Things that build machines are broken.Things that require sacrifice are lost.Things that demand devotion are betrayed.The one beneath,Is fear. And it will always exact its price. Heaven can wait – That’s the difference,Between the journey and the path – Whatever the journey,Without trust,We are frozen in place –In fear.When the…

  • The Empty Train

    The Empty Train

    I get on, I’ve always gotten on,The rusted doors screech open,Empty carriages hollow things,Taking ghosts round in circles,Through the city of the dead,A city that only sleeps and breaks. Once upon a time,This was going somewhere –The now empty train once fullOf dreams and dreamers chattering,Talking wildly of tomorrows,Of the colours and textures of the…

  • Ghosts

    Ghosts

    The blurring hues of yesterday,Dripping serene through my picture,Falling colours of a dream unseen – You wanted to start the lie over,But that tired world has ever been,All the magic from the endless well,Has dried her up like a dizzy spell,These sands of time now must look,Like torn and lost pages of a story –Once…

  • Collage Degrees

    Collage Degrees

    Virginia says I’ve got to be looking out,For the little girl wandering in the valley,Still bringing up water for his sacred cow, Thinks to herself the grass is greener somehow. So she took a ride down to Berkeley square, Where the devil confessed he always played fair, And I mistook a nightingale for a dream,…

  • Falling, Not Flying

    Falling, Not Flying

    This age’s forlorn, my beloved husband –How the wind and the stars played with us,And blew us from our dreams back to life.Our bliss could render the journey eternal,But in that devotion you followed too closelyTo the piper’s song, and danced to fanciful fare.And became as Ramesses to his statues,An afterthought of time beyond wonder.…

  • Desdemona (Little Deaths Too)

    Desdemona (Little Deaths Too)

    Oh my dearest Desdemona,Silence buys a lot these days,Since my girls were overrun,By time and his flogged horses.In this murkwood field of dreams,Ed, if you’re still watching,I’m in the the the greening grass,With my little boy and my little death,Talking to the holes in the ground,Footfalls that never make a sound. Driven fierce under the…

  • Little Deaths

    Little Deaths

    Silence buys a lot these days,Since our girls were overrun,By time and its dead horses In your mirkwood field of dreams –With a little boy and the little death,Talking to holes in the ground,Footfalls that never makes a sound. Driven under the fallen night,Here for the echo of her crime,No part of me wants to…

  • The Cloak of Empire

    The Cloak of Empire

    Some courts won’t laugh,At an Emperor with no clothes,Because he is still an Emperor,A bloody legacy of conquest,Knack for violent monopoly, Centre of servile attention,A black hole that sucks,Everything around him into nothingness, The rule by fear and of fear. The man who is the law is without law – But the man who fears…

  • The Flowers of Venice

    The Flowers of Venice

    The flowers of Venice bloom without Earth,Balcony boucays vibrant with wonder,Exploding colours from archetectural forms.It doesnt take an inheritance of ground,Only a love of beauty to hold beauty,Rainbow bunches reflected in still waters,Above and below, every bloom is doubled,Geraniums remind us of nature’s triumph,Accents of jasmine floating upon the air,Wisterias, hydrangeas, petunias, pansies, Civil graces…

  • The Poetess of New Moon

    The Poetess of New Moon

    Seconds are becoming thirds, A lie as white as snow – The angel opens her eyes,Psirens singing from shining sea,Her sky falling like tomorrows,Crashing into todays –But in every bottled message,The lovers are confessing, Flower’s are catching lightning,Silver belles dance on golden threads,Upon the Moon’s road to a dream,These precious and fragile things,Ladies fallow in…

  • The Piper

    The Piper

    The call is answered by one and all,Men must tread where angels fall,We soldiers bleed, we lovers weep,The Piper plays that we might reap. I heard that song I will never play,Irresistible to this heart of day,Through the veil and come at last,Word from Heaven that Hell must pass, (for Walter Blythe).

  • Love’s Abandon

    Love’s Abandon

    Selene is coming around again,With a little light and a little love,Drifting into our midnight dreaming,Reminding us a light is shining somewhere,That the day and its golden treasures,Awaits the seeker to wake the dreamer,To join in love’s quest for faith returned,And marry fate to the journey through life,Until we are revealed and remade by time,Forever…