In water, a bed or home they lie As far can be from mortal rest Death will be faced here The flesh exposed Still but not silent And For...

In the stands In the grounds At Three AM or Nine PM Hot from the feet that walk across them In windswept light Or black of night For the...

Where sand and seas are swept Warmth dies And shade lies The quiet before the swell The rise of his voice Ensnared in one’s own trap...

Alike in thought and form They are all alike and the same Wrought well, and forward.   Make struggle serve you Make pain your consort...

One way forward Clear and cold Like the light flakes Spiralling drops of snow Shutting out the spring sun Building a bed of challenge For...

Any fairness or foul Habit or exercise Done from your will Any spirit of fairness you hold Your own Hold it in your hands Sculpt it and...

To see the world differently Isn’t like a photograph Everything changes And nothing Chop wood Before and after Enlightenment Our muscles...

What Gods And Souls there are In quiet contemplation   No rest A pace turned to horror from beauty and frigid desire once more   Humanity...

Airless Mouth pulled Down And I would be Unable to Say Speak And hardly with words Will never articulate The rawness of honesty Such as...

The two evils: to drink poisoned milk And bemoan those who drink while swallowing it.     By J.W.H. Hobbs.

A beautiful painting Then and now to recall Without context But no amount of bitterness dries the colour No sound can sap the shade And...

General faithlessness The casual or swaying nature of those reluctant to join eager to believe the worst and dismiss the best the rest...

You remind me of the sunrise Rose, flesh and warm shades Coming to cold night And the sight Thrilling and expectant Newness and for one...

Stop feeding The people Who insult you While you pay for their service     By J.W.H Hobbs.   I got the idea from a Chris Eubanks...

Methinks the reaper hunches Bowed over and lean For who knows more of what they love Than the breaker, the forger, the washer clean?   By...

Traveling through all the night A path before indigo valleys Of mind, memory and the soul And in this writer’s words I feel kinship And...

Long dust ingenues Figment languages Promises of what May be with sacrifice All scream their song In my ears All pre-dawn And ink-night...

That is a life Old and grey With those we love Whether we call it that Shown In how they live For were we ever alive If When set to die...

When we cannot name Do not write Or know   A new song Played by one we like As with moonlight guidance Poor on phones But undying in my...