Behemoth enters the narrow channel Slow and heavily pregnant with riches and great treasures It announces itself to all the residents of the Sea side Tug boats greet it like puppies greeting mother Dredgers sweep before it like dancers in a parade making the way clear Eager merchants stand with hungry eyes ready to devour it like … Continue reading The Ships of Newcastle →

The sea soothes Like oil upon skin Washing away debris Water holds a giant mass Turning heavy weights into graceful elegant beings Gliding through seas Breaching in the air Thunder and spray clash like cymbals as giants return to their stage They resume their elegant postures Poise and wisdom in large dark eyes Viewing the world … Continue reading Blue Whale →

Breath is drawn easily Blackened wet noses catch the scent Sly eyes turn behind for a split second to counter escape Hearts beat as adrenaline performs as Maestro to all the orchestration Cards are held tight to chest Face set The chase birthing latent abilities and dormant genius. He shall outwit them all The Fox … Continue reading The Fox →

Desire sits at the front of the cortex Fragrances waft deliciously from memories Unsettling the steady Dreams lie in the banks and coffers of hope Reality smashing itself against fantasy like glass upon stone Hope becomes hopeless Desire refuses to look upon the desired Love is merited as the utmost impossible by scholars and judges … Continue reading Rebellion →

Impending The earth is agitated Breaking itself Imploding in the silent deep Ignorant bystanders stand on solid foundations Playful Delighted To some angels whisper urgent warnings Liquid shall become grave As feet seek solidity Water washes foundations aside As the land becomes the sea

The wind sits high  and brings cold gusts to shock with force  Bone clenches The sun beckons kindly But the wind threatens It wins today Shelter is sought Eyes peek out of windows Hope and eagerness Disappointment and resignation remain today  

Scarcely contained  A dungeon can not hold me Nor bars nor chains nor weights A bull at the gates A galloping stallion A broken dam There is fire in the belly The dragon has awakened Nothing can stand in its wake

Endurance shall find it's end Now is no time for composure The good wine is aged and ready Celebration and toasting to the new and the complete must be attended Grit and fortitude no longer in need The alpha is Rest and Play Reward must find it's fulfilment Merryment and Joy and Play    

Reward lies in the carriage of patience Risk offers all reward  Not for many The path lies narrow Idea's taking up all the space It must find its completion Urgent and full of purpose A natural flow A clear design Masked and discrete Until You open up to a fuller life Beautiful and Masterful You … Continue reading Opportunity and Ambition →