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An ode to my grandmother

by

M A Heathcote



A week from death: Here lies
The mother of my cries
A week of heinous lies
Spoken in hellos
And not good-byes
A week from death:
The cloak of life
Falls, bereft
The pulse of silent surrendered breath
In hope never ending
In words that are formed
Like crusts of bread
Floated in the mouths of the living
It is said:

We all converse with the dead:


I knocked on an earth-red door

by

M A Heathcote

I knocked on an earth-red door
And death let me in;
He spoke warm and soft
About the log fire within.

And though I warmed to his charm
His company was dim;
So I shut the door and left,
Drinking Vodka and Gin.

Singing limerick odes for death
About duties of sin;
Walking erstwhile forever?
'Til his feet made no din.


Finger on the pulse

by

M A Heathcote

If I could nurture life
Like a woman
What a tapestry of light
My heart would weave
Ambivalent beauty
In a shield of light
If I could nurture, life
Like a woman
Just like a woman
What a compassion!
I should comprise to hold,
With my finger on the pulse
Of the creator,
I would love you or someone
like you!
Forever.


Two sharp eyed sparrows

by

M A Heathcote

Two sharp eyed sparrows
Playing in the muck
Looking into stars
See what they'd give up

A crumb of bread
Thrown on the dust dizzying bed
This is what they'd give up
To feel their wings full spread


Candle wax sky

by

M A Heathcote

Pellucid blue eyes who ever told you to be wise
To dream through those midnight, white-cloud skies
To drink the midnight curtain of sleep,
Into the waking hour.
Like a carnivorous, green flower
Like a sun spider, sunning on a rock
Like a worm in the pippin of an eye
Looking down on a candle wax sky
Whoever said it would be easy to dream
Whoever said that those darker blankets of velvet-red
Wouldn't cover your miserable head
With those blooded-thorns of a rose bed.


The beach

by

M A Heathcote

On a sail bright window the beach is rib
In ages old.
A sundial moon looks back
Over the hoary suns white shoulder
Lips that rim the wave wet mouth
Cusps the stars the worlds,
Wide-house.

On a primordial throne
Fossil tarpaulins stand pyramid erect,
The shell broken time of bone
Of circular rhyme crawls gaping,
Into the trawlers net.
Like a lance drawn from a narwhale
The winds great sphere
Bent on its oracles of hope,
The waves undeniable white-spoke!


Immemorial

by

M A Heathcote


Time is often;
Dreamed as longer
Then time exists to be?
No need to smell the rank-rose Over
To discern;
The dying abominate bee,
As with each new flower
A wellspring stem
Seeds the soul of men
Immemorial Again!


Castle doves fly

by

M A Heathcote


Castle doves fly with a woman's love
From the prison tower of childhood

Castle doves fly out of cupids bow
In an avalanche of arrows
They’re hearts bestow

Castle doves fly
Between you and I
With a passions desire
We learn to fly

Castle doves fly
In the morning air
In a chorus of love
We new was there!


Life is a test of love

by

M A Heathcote


Life is a test of love
A given flower from up above
Held in our hearts
For we are but parts
Joined into one

Life is a test of love
carried on the wings of a dove
Held like an olive branch
Pardoned but not by chance
Joined into one

For we are but mariners
Chained to the sea
Locked into the surf
Which is you and me
Carried to the shoreline of testimony!


If I saw you in the moonlight

by

M A Heathcote

If I saw you in the moonlight
by the pale white lilac
Trembling in the starlight,
I’d be moonstruck, too
I’d be trembling with you;
I’d be gliding on a dream,
Like a gossamer cloud,
Sailing over a rainbow-
midstream...
I’d be avowed,
To fall in love
With you...
And in my soul,
Not for the first time, too
Chained in my chains,
Locked in my soul,
With you.


What is DANGER?

by

M A Heathcote


What is DANGER?
Michael Jackson's
Surgeon or his tailor.
An under water escalator
Or a ten foot man eating alligator
Brunching lunch in a Florida pool
With wall to wall, Big Mac’s
Bite size red parcel packs
With chichi Gucci school-
bags
With snap, snap, clasps
The brat Hollywood circus of "Smarts"
With Ferraris for first cars
What peacocks, what sparks
Or should I say, Pratt's...

What is DANGER?

ENVY perhaps...
Maybe.


A picture of you

by

M A Heathcote


Paste me a picture
Paste me a picture
A picture of you
Of the last time I spent with you
Because the last time
I kissed you-I knew
There’d be no other picture
On my mind
Or in my soul-But you

So paste me a picture
With glue
Because I’m truly stuck
Stuck-on you
Truly devoid-Without love-Without you

And there’s no other abstract thing I can do
Without continually thinking of you
And there’s no other abstract thing
I can feel more real in my heart or head
Than to get naked
And wake the dead
And find life eternal as a dream
With you

Golden and eternal as you
Turning over four seasons
Eternal-With you
Where new horizons shine
Shine, shine through
With a picture of you

So paste me a picture
With glue
Because I’m truly stuck
Stuck-on you
Truly devoid-Without love-Without you...


Rambling old age

by

M A Heathcote


Rambling old age squints to a distant hill
A pasts intrinsic reflection
Made opaque and eerily still
Like a millpond waters-edge
Imperfections & perfection's
Margin on a yellowing sedge.
Where time like a river rat
Gnaws upon a raft of souls
Juggling in spats;
A Renoir of brushstroke coals
Burning like flowers
Red as camellias-
strewn for our eyes devours.
A million star-fluxed minerals & metals-
falling in disband like wind blown petals
In a whirl of sun-shard dissipating shadows
Dancing like King cups
Bathed in a feldspar of sunlight
Children to grownups
Cry with hedonic delight.
Glistening like embers dizzy in their first royal twilight
Silver leafed in the willows
Bent to the saffron of summer shadows
Peony red suns peering from dark canopied beech boughs
Rising like pillars through stately mausoleum clouds.
Oh how old age in our autumn howls
As a dais of spring dew falls from the loins of summer-warm climbs
We all learn to stand alone and fantasize
Darting with newborn sonnets immortalized
We all learn to dance and sing
And ride the wild wind like swallows
Through our half-forgotten diarist echoes.
Like a Mole-burrowed from winter snows
In a pall of spring mountain air
We all learn to speak our minds without care
Still irreverent of our immortal crime
As another evenings flood of starlight blinds
Another year of autumn and winter disappears
And childhood whispers full of long forgotten fears
Unbridling a well spring of relentless tears
That’s been unpalatable for years...


Someone else

by

M A Heathcote

I sensed a tidal wave of remorse
A no-mans-land of pain
Changing course-
All at sea-Across a desert plain of hurt
I sensed a deeper sense of despair
Held in endless disrepair
Rolling black like thunder
Waiting for that last bolt of true love
To set a sunder
To that thin vale
Of passions last dying ember...

In your arms I’ll drown with you
My girl for ever
Beckoning the hollow silence’s that grew
To dissipate like a cloud of winter dew
In your arms I’ll drown with you
In these dark sardonic oceans of iridescent blue
I still cling my darling to you

Oh I sensed an unaccountable faith
Swimming free to the sea
From a shallow reef
Oh I sensed times bloody wraith
Cutting me down like a common thief
Oh I sensed sadness primarily
In a chapel of rest
Seeing you in your white dress
All at sea, I’m all at sea
Watching you make your vows to someone else
who isn’t me

I sensed a tidal wave of remorse
A no-mans-land of pain
Changing course-
Across a desert plain of hurt
I sensed a deeper sense of despair
Held in endless disrepair
Rolling black like thunder
Waiting for that last bolt of true love
To set a sunder
To that thin vale
Of passions last dying ember...


Damask rose

by

M A Heathcote

Damask rose how fair your beauty holds the light
How fair your fragrance subdues the fears of night
And how fair your lowly crimson-head
Is with gallantry and passion fed.

In Midnight-oils in sunlit soils
Not a fairer beauty be;
Oh damask rose in flaming clothes
What more beauty could there be...

But in man's hand a maiden fair
With hazelnut brown hair
And roving-limbs that sing like hymns
The answer to a prayer...


Man with a grudge.

by

M A Heathcote

When a man gets sentenced
Why does he gaze to the sky
Through an 8 ft window
With tears he can not cry
When a man gets sentenced
Why does he walk all alone
Through shadows of memory
Chilled to the bone
When a man gets sentenced
He’s no longer a child
But an in-captive breed
All men call wild
When a man gets sentenced
His freedom is lost
His pride is an empire
Turning to dust
When a man is sentenced
His grief becomes the thief
Of all he has cherished
Whom wait for his release
He’s a wastrel
He’s a sinner
He’s a preacher of self
Defined by the judge
As a man with a grudge.
For others he says-Have to Much!


Damask rose

by

M A Heathcote

Damask rose how fair your beauty holds the light
How fair your fragrance subdues the fears of night
And how fair your lowly crimson-head
Is with gallantry and passion fed.

In Midnight-oils in sunlit soils
Not a fairer beauty be;
Oh damask rose in flaming clothes
What more beauty could there be...

But in man's hand a maiden fair
With hazelnut brown hair
And roving-limbs that sing like hymns
The answer to a prayer...


Man with a grudge.

by

M A Heathcote

When a man gets sentenced
Why does he gaze to the sky
Through an 8 ft window
With tears he can not cry
When a man gets sentenced
Why does he walk all alone
Through shadows of memory
Chilled to the bone
When a man gets sentenced
He’s no longer a child
But an in-captive breed
All men call wild
When a man gets sentenced
His freedom is lost
His pride is an empire
Turning to dust
When a man is sentenced
His grief becomes the thief
Of all he has cherished
Whom wait for his release
He’s a wastrel
He’s a sinner
He’s a preacher of self
Defined by the judge
As a man with a grudge.
For others he says—Have to Much!


In every corner of this world

by

M A Heathcote

In every corner of this world
There’s a beauty on this earth
Unfurling like a flower
Unfurling like the wings of a bird
In every corner of this world
There’s a citrus lemon-moon
Shining on a lullaby ocean of blue
Mystic landscapes moving unheard
Like a desert dune of beauty
Unto me and unto you...

In every corner of this world
There’s a moment endless
Burning like campfire embers
When your soul skips bye
In the pattern of another dress
In the pattern of pure
Unadulterated, happiness
I’ll catch you for sure
For ever more...

Because falling in love
Is the beauty of the world
For me and for you
As long as the world keeps turning
It’ll hypnotize us two
Again and again
In the surf of a dream
Again and again
In our hearts we’ll dance through a seem
Where the shadows fall lost and lingering
Where the sunlight slides
Silver on a mountain-glide
I’ll find you my love, still singing
Your mine!


By the river of contemplation

by

M A Heathcote

We sat by the river of contemplation
And girl you did whisper unto me
Like a summer breeze
All the secret’s of your world to me
And I was so mesmerized
I unlearned how to breathe...
I unlearned all the reason’s for being!
Being, being alone & afraid!
Yeah we sat by the river of contemplation
And slowly we sank into one subconscious...
Into one subconscious sea;
Sea of reflection...
And girl you did whisper unto me
Like a summer breeze
All the secret’s of your world to me
Love we held the star’s, and god held us
Love we held the star’s, as the star,s held us
Subliminally, sublime! girl you were always mine
O’ yeah I unlearned all the reason’s for being
Being, being alone & afraid
I felt my anger & hate transformed into love
I felt the summer’s burn in my blood
Burning with the knowledge of our love
As we sank into one subconscious...
Into one subconscious sea;
Sea of reflection...
O, yeah I unlearned all the reason’s for being
Being, being alone & afraid
And girl you did whisper unto me
Like a summer breeze
All the secretes of your world to me
And I was so mesmerized
I unlearn how to breathe...
As we sank into one subconscious...
Into one subconscious sea;
Sea of reflection...
Girl just you and me
Love we held the star’s, and God held us
Love we held the star’s, and the star’s held us
Subliminally, sublime! girl you were always mine.


Pink raindrops

by

M A Heathcote

April in her crown of splendor
Shows to heaven all her beauties-spoil
Those clouds of pink-perfection
Waver heavily-bowed on bare earth
Outside the church like confetti.
There waterfall fountains cascading
Trailing on the winds-white-ribbon.
They came through the casement of our window
...the petals fell on the rocking chair - pink raindrops


Rounded in the ways of life

by

M A Heathcote

Cowslips grow along a woodland stream
In an amphitheater they are all there is in the arc
To show me it is spring,
To show me there is light in my heart.
They there the stars I see, were once apart of me
Like smooth soft stones picked from the earth
Rounded in the ways of life.
They became apart of me,
There feet in crystals of ice flowing dream,
Dreams that if I Could - I would dream again.
Where they went I never followed,
They slipped beneath the ground and were swallowed.
I walked in search past a woodland pool
Who’s prismatic mirror was more in tuned.
Its purple depths were only shallow
But its reach was to my soul a shadow
And cold as it seems - I felt at home
Looking down into it's watery loam
I wished to see it’s waters move from its stillest thought!
I gazed for fish and there was naught!
No echo of life discerned in its face
Would speak with me, but it’s presence
Was a lore that I followed,
When I left this place...


Haiku

by

M A Heathcote

Night is a hymn
Where summer flowers sing
to winter snow

Magnolia winter
a swans nest of gossamer
White wings forever!

Spring-rain, apple
blossom-hoarding, seasoned
bees-glade!

Walnut winter
a squirrel garden, caretaker
Chestnut sleep!

Lily white moon
a crocus spring wakes
a snowdrop!

Summer salamander
four toed wandering, warrior
kill me a sun!

Lunar white bird
the winter moons echo is heard—
migrating song & word,

Haiki 2

by

M A Heathcote

no need to smell the rank
-rose over to discern a
dying abominate bee

April in her crown
of splendor shows to heaven
all her beauties-spoil

a church confetti
pink-perfection gathers in-
a casement window

casement window
gathers in pink-perfection
his angel blossom

a church yard
pink-perfection gathers in-
a casement window

the petals fell
on the rocking chair -
pink raindrops

what tapestry’s of light
ambivalent beauty will weave
in her vipers nest

Shim shine leather shoes

by

M A Heathcote

Shim shine leather shoes
The pavement has read your news
You’re worn out soles
Curb rub and run
On the coals
Of the burnt-out sun!
Once they were bare
And had the fun of the fair
Once they wore hand-knitted booties
Laced like falling snow
But know those strings
Are tired and tied-off;
Where ever you go_
Once they where camp fire dances
Sweet running footstep romances
Blade-cutting stars in the grass
Swaddling through a woodland path
Like a babble of geese
White stalked, kneed
Bending into a flower
Dreaming the linnets song
Like a swift conveyancing over corn fields gold
Like a kingfisher
Darting under a magnum of water
Sucked into the lily-white darkness
Plunging into life
Plunging into the mouth of love
Once these were toe curling joys of endless love
But know they’re just blisters blistering on_
Along an endless war-torn road
A bone yard of footsteps
Ancient and silent, standing,
Dust to dust!

On the wings of youth

by

M A Heathcote

Mayfly if ever an angel be
It was you and me
Pirouetting in the air so free
Above a cobweb lea

If ever a child had azure blue wings
As blue as a periwinkle sky
Then sweet tenderfoot, swimming_
It must have been you and I

Down amongst the meadows
Where the green-woods wend
Down amongst the willows
Where the reeds draught an end;

There I came a dancing
A roving like a bee
With honey-dew brown eyes
By the rivers spree--

Soft as ephemeral moonlight
You took wing with me
Oh mayfly green and tender bright
True angels once were we!

What do I find in a kiss?

by

M A Heathcote

What do I find in a kiss?
The toe curling nerves of bliss
Sedimentary, tingling
Yes_
Intermingling
Yes_
Fluidity, pings
Like a broken glass
In that desire to clasp

To know the silence in a flower

by

M A Heathcote


To know the silence in a flower
Uncurling in a moonless hour
To know the kingdom of the briar
Hear subject petals all afire
To know the snail on his ancient trail
Rounding the buttercups golden grail
To know the hawthorns maiden bloom
Before the autumns non-pining gloom
To know all this and so much more
Is heaven to the hearts bleak core?
A core where threads are woven-tight
And darkness is availed by light!

What do I find in a kiss?

by

M A Heathcote

What do I find in a kiss?
The toe curling nerves of bliss
Sedimentary, tingling
Yes_
Intermingling
Yes_
Fluidity, pings
Like a broken glass
In that desire to clasp

Hummingbird

by

M A Heathcote



The hummingbird thumbs
A flower of thought
In its tongue
Of Indian ink

It sips and spills
A thousand souls
Before it spills
Its own,

And piercing the wind
Like a mountain peak
With the weaving
Of a soul to keep;

This little bird brings us
Sweet pressed blooms
To incense us for hours
In the glory of love

Humble as a bird

by

M A Heathcote



I entered the garden
Like a humble bird
Looking for a song-
A song to sing

And there amid the petals
I heard an angels tread
A bee on the mantle-
Heaven fed

And there I saw the nodding cloud
Dispensing in the ray
A rainbow proud-
As any marching day

So sang my heart this poem
That entered in this joy
A garden for tomorrow,
A poem for today

Smiles the choice of rose hips hue

by

M A Heathcote



Who brings me the tears of rainbows blue?
And smiles the choice of rose hips hue
Who brings me the moons gentle dew?
With kisses soft, as slender new

Who brings me the laughter of bluebells white?
And dances those greens like a garden sprite
Who bring me the azure mornings light?
Like a thistledown angel lost in flight

Who brings me the meadows flowing flaxen hair
With words spellbinding without a care
Who brings me the same sense of wonders rare?
Like woodland lilies under a leaf mould layer

Who brings me the moons gentle dew?
With kisses soft, as slender new
With smiles the choice of rose hips hue
Yes my child its, you!

The room

by

M A Heathcote

A room of draft and shadow
Of cobweb and tomorrow
And yesterdays of a thousand
-yesterdays ago,
Fit me like a snail-shell
Roaming round the gardens-well
Oh room of Grey December light!
Here my bones grow dusty light.
As light as darkness,
In the night

Word of water

by

M A Heathcote

Word of water
leaf and stem
river and flower
the charcoal of men

smooth like pebbles
in a pattern of stone
granite and marble
muscle and bone

steel and fire
ice and rain
carved in history
again and again,

in word of water
leaf and stem
river and flower
the charcoal of men

The poets well

by

M A Heathcote



The poet dips his bucket of thought
Into the well of invading darkness,
Thirsting a spark of eternal light
He drinks from his own reflection

But the consumption is just a taste
Of that void of inspiration
Where the fires ease and waste
Before his true conception!

Is it in your hand, your lip or eye?

by

M A Heathcote



Where is the rouge kiss I’ve waited for?
Where is the knock on the hearts lead door?
Where are the tarragon fields of dream?

Where is this last-supper of immoral-flesh?
Where are these desires, desires-dressed?

Is it in your hand, your lip or eye?
O lord tell me before I die,
The child of your cry!

Privy to the wind and tide!

by

M A Heathcote



Coastal waters tugged your heart
Into deeper oceans moon-lit dark
But still your shores ached for new lands
New moorings beneath palm-wet sands
And yet you yearn for that first port of call
That line and hook of golden bait
That motion in the first wave’s gate
That left your heart a squall_

A sylph like trebling wind blown creature
Trying with all her wantonly might to be pure!
As intangible is a mermaid rescued for mermen all_

Woman’s love

by

M A Heathcote

When the evening light fades
through its lineage of blue
I hear an angel singing
and I swear it must be you
dancing in my amber
like a pearl drop of dew
heavens in my attire
and so my darling you!

Poor but rich in flowers

by

M A Heathcote

Poor but rich in flowers
I lay amongst those stems
In them burning gem’s

I hear my singing, child
singing to the croaking, frogs
sweet words-
of jangled, thought!

And time I have to laze
And read a poem,
That leaves me dazed,
In humble, awe!
I’m poor, but rich in flowers_

Silk road

by

M A Heathcote

I fly like a bird in stillness
over pools of lemon and blue
and cut through leaves of fire
To find safety with you

your heart an oasis,
the milk of human kind,
your body, the foothills of life—
I hollow out a chamber,

I drink of honey and love,
There’s nothing left to remember
now, but your beauty
my Venus of love

The rose and the bumble bee

by

M A Heathcote

Love must have its tempest
Said the bee to the rose
love have its passion-freed,
before its midnights close,

yes love must have its passion
said the rose to the bee
love must unburden of a fashion,
if its ever to be free

but, isn’t that our loves betrayal,
said the bee to the rose
peering beneath her petals veil,
before whisking to his toes

your love is truly a tempest,
said the rose to the bee
but I’m the queen most royalist,
and sir, this we shall agree

love must have its tempest
and this is plain to see
why passions flame did bless
the rose and the bee

When will you breathe me back from the dead?

by

M A Heathcote



When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?

Because I feel like a cave of emptiness
Because I feel like a void of loneliness
As though I were a sea of cold insurrection
Carried on a soul with no earthly direction

When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?

Oh daughter of the wind, sweet siren of the reef
Don’t ever forsake me in this entrails loathe grief
To this stale wall of desolation
To this empty shell of my hearts abnegation

When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?

O if I call you like the moon on the sea
Want you change your tide back to me
O want you listen to the harp call of my heart
And let its music cheer you in an ancient dark

When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?

A temporal vision

by

M A Heathcote

A temporal vision
That’s what I had
When I was a child
I walked not as a lad
But as a lord or a man
Wandering tall, and wistfully
Wild and mad, hand in hand
Ghost like across the land
Through a wall of fog
Tracing the wind back to its iron clay-root
To the core of a cave in the mouth of a cavern
To the dank dark smells of England’s
Thorn and fire!
Green-oaks tall as a bluebells spire
Yews soft scented, with slow growing desire
Temporal visions!
A fox a hare a nightingales stare!
The spleen of a river cutting through stone
Sky and air
Bringing mouth watering joys of despair
In a country lane
Where a noise filled highway, railway train
Disturbs a stoat
A stickleback in its watery throat
Electrical in her belly of light
Where the owl flicker of a woodland-night
Seethes in the silence with earth roaring nerves
Temporal as a winter frost
Temporal with the joys of a childhood lost!

In every corner of this world

by

M A Heathcote

In every corner of this world
There’s a beauty on this earth
Unfurling like a flower
Unfurling like the wings of a bird
In every corner of this world
There’s a citrus lemon-moon
Shining on a lullaby ocean of blue
Mystic landscapes moving unheard
Like a desert dune of beauty
Unto me and unto you...

In every corner of this world
there’s a moment endless
Burning like campfire embers
When your soul skips bye
In the pattern of another dress
In the pattern of pure
Unadulterated, happiness
I’ll catch you for sure
For ever more...

Because falling in love
Is the beauty of the world
For me and for you
As long as the world keeps turning
It’ll hypnotize us two
Again and again
In the surf of a dream
Again and again
In our hearts we’ll dance through a seem
Where the shadows fall lost and lingering
Where the sunlight slides
Silver on a mountain-glide
I’ll find you my love, still singing
Your mine!

the music of ones love is deaf & dumb

by

M A Heathcote

Curiously I once heard music
where there was none!
this I perceived when
two deaf and dumb-
lovers were seen caught-up
in an all embracing kiss;
after which they spoke in sign_
by so much implicit recollection, that
I myself; I understood
each phrase of intangible air
each semaphore_
each nuance of elicit breath_
and whilst there!
I saw beauty-
prelude in an atmospheric light!
oh and I’m so sure the aurora-borealis
invoked my hearts delight!
to see that the music of ones
love is deaf and dumb
but never is it blind
to the heart of its sum!

Divisions of vanity

by

M A Heathcote


The sun and moon
Where lovers once
Till dancing on the sea
They saw in one another
A single vanity;

That encumbered them so truly
That never the one could meet,
And dance now in the mirror,
Of the others sacred seat.

In the deeps of beauty’s purple clouds

by

M A Heathcote

In the deeps of beauty’s purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night;
That gentle glowing face with eyes
That dims to me the moonlit-skies
That shadowed rose of uncurling joy
That soothes the dews white honey
That makes the lotus take-up wings
With nymph and angel dust-gilt things
Why it is love should age a wilting flower
A wilting flame, in damnations name
Why it is loves temperate love of ages?
Why is it so sweet and full of rages?
So sweet and full with rancid cages

In answer

by

M A Heathcote



What palpable touch
Does your soul embrace to speak?
To breathe, and mouth
Such beauty--afar
That I profess to feel
A cauterized burn in my heart
Reopened and unhinged, unlocked
Towards your love
Towards your healing beauty
Towards those moments tender
Cherished as words we keep
As keep-sakes speaking_
Sending and relaying
Oh my love_
My love for you
Will be a maelstrom a whirlwind?
A passion and a desire, eternal
To hold you entwined in a kiss
Knowledgeable of how
Your serpentine hips
Will hiss_
Will be but a moment
Of our heavenly bliss..
In reading from each others lips!

The promise of the east

by

M A Heathcote



Peace is like a radiant star
Shining so distant and ever so far

Light a candle in your heart
Through the wastelands of the dark
You’re forever in its light
Like an arrow pierces the night
It’s a shepherd’s lonely fight
To be righteous and be right
Like the lamb against the beast
A blazing star shines for peace
And it’s shining there for you
Like the frozen morning dew

Like the wise men heading east (chorus)
It’s in your heart to find peace
It’s in your heart to find peace
It’s in your heart to be released
To find the promise of the east!

Oh rare in wonder
Loud as thunder
Light a candle in your heart
Through its glory pierce the dark
Like a white dove
You must find love
In your heart

Peace and glory
What a story
Is your soul
Is your soul (chorus)

In love I’ll run to you

by

M A Heathcote



When an angel sings
A deil will cry I’m lonely
Without you, without you

You’re the crucifix
The nail in hand
That set me free
The blind mans cane
That helps me to see
The love in me, the love in me, the love in me
Oh I want to touch your heart and soul
To feel a love divine
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind

(Chorus) In love Ill run to you
In love ill be with you
In love, in love, in love_

And he said when you’ve kissed
The moon, the sun and stars
And yearned a thousand_
More times to be in my arms
Ill run, ill run, ill run to you

And she said; Oh sweet serenity
Love and chemistry
Oh sweet serenity isn’t it heavenly
Loving you, loving you, loving you_

Empty minds filled with pride

by

M A Heathcote

Empty minds filled with pride
Naked to a suit
Blown without a cause
See their body’s falling
In a blood scared land of fear
Hear them call, hear them calling
Who’s the master of my fate?

And why do I wait_
And why do I want_
And why do I wait...
And why do I want to die_

Oh bring me a white flag
To wash the blood from my face
And bring me a virgin
Of saving grace

And let love be the price
I said let love be the price
Oh let love be the price for peace_

But their body’s keep-on-falling
Like wheat to the ground
But those seeds will never sow
Those seeds will never grow

Life it’s what you make it
So don’t go breaking
Your dreams of love
Your dreams of love (humming here!)

dew-drop serenade

by

M A Heathcote

spring, and the wind chime symphony
hushes to an emerald-
dew-drop serenade,
where amorous amphibians
percussion the mud-pools, croaking

When will the mind mature?

by

M A Heathcote

When will the mind mature?
When will the perched bird sing?
A song said true and pure,
In all its rhythm and rhyme
Come nightingale of the lord,
Lend me your artful chord!

When aged will I write a bard
Of passions remembered,
Or shall a senile pool darken
That ancient envelope of word, word on word_

When will the mind mature?
A song said true and pure

Where does the Motion-run

by

M A Heathcote



Where does the Motion-run
That Ticks From a Child,
Is there a Sea-Half
As Wide and Wild
As a Childs Celestial-Face
Is there a Universe
With a more Deserving-Grace
Where does the Motion-run
After the Judgement-Sun

Lay still my beating heart

by

M A Heathcote

Beneath the white-wet, dew-lit foxgloves,
The lichens and apricot boughs
Beneath the dusky grey church-cock tower
And the ambient, wet, westward, clouds,
Lay still my beating heart!

As silence wrestles with silence, taut
As topaz ladybird march unduly
Through myriad ichors of lustrous web
Through a needle of time, unfounded
Lay still my beating heart!

Schizophrenics

by

M A Heathcote



When the wiring
of the brain
unravels in this way
like a ball of yarn
there can be no lonelier
place on earth:
Than your own malicious-mind
teasing out its own pain
waging war upon its own, self-esteem;
its own heart and soul
bother, sister, mother, father
and one-time friend and lover!

A pond fly

by

M A Heathcote

Ponds fly gazes up
And sees the day erupt
I don’t want to be eaten
My wing s plucked

Cant I dry them in the wind
And hear the clarion of wing
Before baring on my song to sing!

Watched through the wings of a bird

by

M A Heathcote



Investigative cock-robin peering down your beak
Does a boy lay down that much interest?
Beneath your hawthorn scraggy-wired feet;
Or is it just I you’d romance into rest_
Turning full circle from the spades cutting edge
Do tell? Dear little friend of the copse and fen
Do you really understand the ways of men?
For my heart is as still as ice-carved jade
Watching through the eyes of the earth,
Watched through the wings of a bird

The lord of catchers-can

by

M A Heathcote



In the isles of a gutter
In the dim-lit graveyard of a church
A man must walk forever
Wit a beggars bowl in hand
And succumb to all the weather
A man can understand.

(The lord of catchers-can, is both a shepherd and a man
From a palm of dust he fathers the waters and the land,
And hails the wheat and barley to fall or stand_)

Into the storm drains of heaven
A dream was washed away
Like the rains of yesterday
A holy man sojourning for a little while came and then was gone!
Where no earthly vanities belong!
And blessed us in one name!
In the light of the eternal flame!
All sinners the same!

(The lord of catchers-can, is both a shepherd and a man
From a palm of dust he fathers the waters and the land,
And hails the wheat and barley to fall or stand_)

Its hear I’ve heard it said
We pay for the eyes of the dead
In the living hearts and souls left
To do our living, to do our living when were dead!
So take my hand,
And-let-us-all-understand,
The ways of the lord are yours and mine to command,
For every child, women or a man!

The lord of catchers-can, is both a shepherd and a man
From a palm of dust he fathers the waters and the land,
And hails the wheat and barley to fall or stand_)

A lover’s vow to spring

by

M A Heathcote



Love, there’s a an ancient quarry where bluebells grow
Like sapphires in the melting snow
Like quartz-clocks they tell the time is spring
If ‘ere you listen you might just here them ring
With loves gushing mountain spring
Oh darling do you hear the after-ring!
And if so take mine own!
For know as I’ve loved I’ll never love alone!

Oak

by

M A Heathcote

Oak, when I was upon your limbs
I was no longer a boy
But part of your trunk and twigs
My leg become stronger
Steadfast like root entwined
In the mantle of heavens core

Oak, god-embalmed in your sap
And I his instrument played;
Like sky wind and earth;
Rolling in your arms of clay,
I’m just an acorn, an acorn
At rest waiting to grow_

Tide and chapel brought me here

by

M A Heathcote

Tide and chapel brought me here
On a midnight clear
Here where the dews lay thickly mounted
Here where seasoned hearts be counted
Not for their pain did they suffer
Their lost soul unto one another
Not for their envy did they discover
The glory that lasts forever.

The gambit of heaven above

by

M A Heathcote



Bring me the stolen song of silence
Passed between two lovers eye
Bring me the white dove’s effervescence
That I may never die

Bring me the wings of an angel’s heart
As might I, to an ancient course take part
Bring me the heart of unlicensed love
Though it be the hinge that time never unlocked
Though told, the door would be wide and unblocked.

When a savage sings

by

M A Heathcote



Poetry is in the heart of misery
Because when a savage sings
She hears deaths alluring wings
Subdividing the savagery
In all but immortal things!

And as her savagery procures a song
Of bread and wine
Of milk-dew webs of time
What matter her music’s throng,
Her idle songs rhyme

What matter the molten breath
In their first words of death
What matter the alluring wings
If a god in heaven sings.

Pale white beauty

by

M A Heathcote



Soft as the moonlight, glinting_
Through a veil of silken snow
Your pale white beauty, maudlin_
My hearts beat speaking in overflow
You with your dark hair roving_
Oh ivory shouldered, queen
There where the barn owl, sleeping_
So quietly calm and serene
There where the raven is feeding_
His talons in the snow,
There with a heart still bleeding
I’ll pray you love me so

You’re my Adonis

by

M A Heathcote



You’re my Adonis
My midnights kiss
With a strobe of moonlight on his lips
You’re my Adonis
My midnights kiss

With a heart of passion—he promised me this:
That heaven was apart of my soul, with his:
That heaven was apart of his soul, when my lips
Touched his_
That heaven was apart of his soul, his kiss
The wonderful night we two kissed:

And I’m not just romancing this
You’re my Adonis
My midnights kiss
The reason I dream, is
For soothe, for chance, to reminisce
Loving you_
Loving me_
Loving you_
Loving me_

My Adonis
My midnights kiss
My Adonis
Oh the nights we kissed
Our two hearts clenched as one, like a ball in a fist
Like a bloom in the frozen, dew-lit, melting, forest, mist
Oh and sweet heart I yearned, till
You gave me your eternal word, your promise
And sweet heart you promised, me this!
That for all eternity this!
That for all our eternity this!
That nothing! Not even her goddess,
The Venus of love!
Couldn’t separate us!
Couldn’t separate us!
From this!
The pleasures of an eternal midnights kiss
My Adonis_

If love was a pocket-watch

by

M A Heathcote



If love was a pocket-watch
I’d never wind the dial
Because time is a fickle friend
That only last awhile

If love was a biplane
I’d stand upon the wings
And plead with heavens gravity
To sail beneath its wings

If love was a submergible-sub
I’d never go to war or sea
Without a rubber-dinghy
For you or me!

Conquistador

by

M A Heathcote


Boy if you want to save my honour
You can be the flagship in my armada
You can be my conquistador
But baby I’m sure to wipe the floor
With any Spanish matador

Baby you could be my Columbus
I’m sure to be the polar north
To your compass
The longitude and latitude
Around the new Americas

Oh baby; I’m a mermaid swimming
In your deep blue eyes
Can’t you see?
You’ve got to swim this tidal wave back me
Because I’m now drowning, dreaming,
Somewhere within!
With you again!

Oh baby: You’ve left me breathless
Lost in the Bermudas
Conquistador I might just fall for you
If you fall for me
I might just love the breaking waves
Of your arms around me!

Baby, Columbus can just go back to sea
And leave this world to you and me
We’ll discover the universe
And burst heavens bubble
Just you wait and see

Oh baby; I’m a mermaid swimming
In your deep blue eyes
Can’t you see?
You’ve got to swim this tidal wave back me
because I’m now drowning, dreaming,
Somewhere within!
With you again!

OH baby you can sail my Americas
Your polar north will be my compass
{My American dream}
You can sail becalmed through the Bermudas
The seven wonders my conquistador
Oh you can be my matador!

Raspberry canes

by

M A Heathcote


In and out the raspberry canes
On a jack frost bitten day
With nothing more than twine,
And knife
To earn my daily pay
Bending back the line of whips
From John O’ Groats
to Landsend
These willowy viaduct sticks
Seemingly never end!

In and out the raspberry canes
With nothing burning in my mind!
I accept the numbing hail and rain
And the wisps of empty time!
Bending back the line of whips!
Beneath a solemn grey stone sky;
Under the derogatory east-wind!
A hells purgatory cry!
From John O’ Groats
to Landsend
seemingly it will never end.

Till the dawn-light ember lilts

by

M A Heathcote


The eyes of dawn will make my bed
In the river of some dream,
Where half forgotten limbs will rise
Like vapours on the breeze;
But how will walk or lean on me
Lean against this idle frame?

Who will take my grey-goose quilt
And rap it around my arms
And say wake my love for I am here
For I am here to stir your lonesome heart
And warm your bones in winter’s dark
Till the dawn-light ember lilts.

HERE THE ROOTS OF THE APLLETREE WHISPER

by

M A Heathcote


ROLLIN AND A TUMBLIN / ALL AROUND /
SHAKIN THE GROUND /
SHAKIN THE GROUND /
HERE THE ROOTS OF THE APLLETREE WHISPER /
THE FRUITS OF EDEN ARE A SWINGIN /
UP AND DOWN / FALLIN AND A TUMBLIN /
TO THE GROUND / ROLLIN AND A TUMBLIN /
SHAKIN THE GROUND /
SHAKIN THE GROUND /
HERE THE ROOTS OF THE APLLETREES LAUGHTER /
ITS HAPPENIN ALL AROUND /
ROLLIN AND A TUMBLIN / ALL AROUND /
SHAKIN THE GROUND /
SHAKIN THE GROUND /
EVE I THINK ITS YOU I’VE FOUND /
OH THE FRUITS OF EDEN /
ARE A SWINGIN UP AN DOWN /
ALL AROUND THE WORLD /
FALLIN AND A TUMBLIN /
TUMBLIN AND A FALLIN /
SHAKIN THIS OLD EARTH /
SHAKIN THIS OLD TOWN /
HERE THE ROOTS OF THE APLLETREE WHISPER/
AND LOOK ALL AROUND /
NATURES IN ITS AMBER /
AND THE WORLD IS ROUND / IS ROUND /
ROLLIN AND A TUMBLIN / SHAKIN THIS OLD TOWN /
SHAKIN THIS ALL ABOARD MISSISSIPPI WOMEN / ALL AROUND /
LOOK AROUND / NATURES IN ITS AMBER /
AND THE WORLD IS ROUND /
LIKE A ROLLIN STONE /
I’M NOT HEAR ALONE /
SHAKIN THE GROUND /
SHAKIN THE GROUND / ALL AROUND /

As all good Corinthian—Latin lovers do

by

M A Heathcote



Baby girl—love is unique—but heart break is a mans—technique
And angel he’ll make you blue—as all good Corinthian—Latin lovers do
And believe me when he waves you goodbye—it’ll be nothing new
He’ll have already put into place—his next—licentious—bit of lace
And baby she’ll be just as willing as you—to disgrace
That holiday—short-stay—begging for it—easy lay
Champagne—mother of pearl—white primrose—girl
He’ll have her—a little bruised and bereft
And like a little pink starfish out of breath
She’ll be left
She’ll be left
Like you
Like you
Like you—baby girl!
Like you
That holiday—short-stay—begging for it—easy lay
But what the hey—when you get home—you’ll have things to say
About them—dream-on—big ideas—coming your way
Baby girl—open your eyes—don’t cheapen the horizons of your skies
Because girl—love is unique—but heart break is a mans—technique
And angel he’ll make you blue—as all good Corinthian—Latin lovers do.
And believe me when he waves you goodbye—it’ll be nothing new
He’ll have already put into place—his next—licentious— bit of lace
And baby girl she’ll be just as willing as you—to disgrace
That holiday—short-stay—begging for it—easy lay
Champagne—mother of pearl—white primrose—girl
He’ll have her—a little bruised and bereft
And like a little pink starfish out of breath
She’ll be left
She’ll be left
Like you
Like you
Like you—baby girl
Like you
Saving-up for her next fortnights—fun—sun—and frill
Laid-up feeling a little bruised and bereft or ill of will
Taking the morning after pill
Like you
Like you
Like you—like so many short stay—package holiday—easy lay
Champagne—mother of pearl—white primrose girls
On the pull—on the play
Dancing their fancy free—footloose way—dancing the Corinthian—Latin way
For just a fortnights way—hey—hey!.

pearls

by

M A Heathcote

But what good are these pearls
Like strumpet strung girls
If they’re woven together for swine
Then who would ever really shine
Or construct a poem so fine
As you your self intertwine—divine!

Show me the distance to your heart

by

M A Heathcote



Show me the distance to your heart
And I’ll journey to you
On a catamaran I’ll sail
To your heart
Through a force 9 gale
Around the Cape of Good Hope
To be with you

Show me the distance to your heart
And I’ll be drifting homeward to you
Like driftwood could you rescue me
From the flotsam of the deep blue sea
Two castaways we’ll be
Oh my love and me

Only because its you
Do I want you to sail the oceans blue
Only because its you
Do I do this untold thing for you?
OH show me the distance to your heart
Show me the distance to your soul
Love I’m under passions starting-
Orders to over power the starboard
Engine of your heart and soul_

Show me there’s no need to disguise
The fact you love me
When I’m running through the vastness
Of the dark to meet you
In the light of my heart_
In the light of my heart_
In the light of my heart_

Beautiful creations

by

M A Heathcote

Tears the size of pearls
Ribbons in there curls
Beautiful creations
Are beautiful girls
Beautiful creations
Are beautiful girls

Porcelain hands
Run you’re fingers through the sands
Time is the an ocean
Where time has no lands
Time is an ocean where time has no sands_

Beautiful creations
Like an amber rose will be
Beautiful creations
Are you unto me?

Beautiful creations
Like the sunset on the sea
Beautiful creations
Lay the ghost of you and me
In equilibrate eternity..?

When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye

by

M A Heathcote



When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
The good sense to look beyond the sky
Did he lift a withheld heart to weep?
Pasque flower like in a rocky deep
Or did he dwell with a heart of empathy
At that guessed at life so innate unevenly
Or did he with earthly colours fling
His heart into a bleaker ebony thing
When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
Was it then that he went indivisible by?
And if so lord my god tell me why.

April in her crown of splendor

by

M A Heathcote

April in her crown of splendor
show to heaven all her beauties-spoil
those cloud of pink-perfection
waver heavily-bowed on bare earth
outside the church like confetti
there waterfall fountains cascading
trail on the winds-white-ribbon
they came through the casement window
_the petal fell on the rocking chair-pink raindrops

For love

by

M A Heathcote

For love
Take me to the water
Cup your hands and wonder
For love, for love
Why am I much stronger?
Than when I was younger
For love, for love
I would walk forever
To fall upon my savior
For love

For love
It can drown an ocean
Raise a suns foundation
For love, for love
Life in separation
Knows no segregation
For love

For love
We were sent in preparation
Gathered in a constellation
For love, for love
People in a manger
The sum of one creator
For love, for love
Night it holds no danger
Not if we all but remember
That love, that love
That love is us
That love is our savior_

Hopes & tears

by

M A Heathcote


Your hopes & tears
will condensate
In the souls
and hearts of all you love
And blossom on & on
In a new eternal, plain
Where the sun
is always shining
Because you have such
a deep emotion
And passion truly, felt
Worth its salt
In sharing!!!

Beyond your love

by

M A Heathcote

Beyond your love
I have no other life
No will to breathe
Nor courtship, conceive
Through laughing
Eyes to believe
Beyond your love
I have no other life
Although the ground is circling
And autumn leafs are gathering_
And ritually moving _
Between our splintering
Spliced-up embers of dust
Although as these histories
Of historic, memories
Go..? And turn to ashes
As a mulch glides
Golden through-out
A molten hillside
We’ll reach our gods
Penthouse, palaces
Leaving our volcanic, bodies
Of stone
A cross for you
A cross for me
A place beyond
The snow_
Beyond your love
I have no other life
To err go_
And that for all eternity I know!

A pregnant void fills the air
a pivotal loneliness
all moody and surreal
is waiting to be unraveled
from the covers of darkness
like a Constable, landscape
kissed into life, everlasting_
like a Sleeping Beauty
yours is a painting of love
my lady in-waiting_

The pipes of Christmas past

by

M A Heathcote



The thistle-down rises
On the north winds blast
Old Scotland calls the pipes
The pipes of Christmas past

Snow on the snow fleeced-land
Where the grouse run rich
With the golden-hare
Beyond the fox’s caverns lair

Beyond the Mull of Kintyre
Beyond the Irish-sea
The pagan-wood and the pagan tree
Is the heart-world of Christianity?

A magpie calls

by

M A Heathcote

A magpie calls into my shuttered room
He feels the cold January bloom
But I care not that he is feed
Long as mine rhyme breaks the bread
Who cares if our feathered friend lies dead
Or weather these solemn words
Are ever written or read.

A short ode to Emily Dickinson

by

M A Heathcote

Send me her ribbons bows and flowers
Send me her note books and daily powers
What an angel her would be voice
Who out of the wilderness spoke of rejoice
Hidden like a jewel in a life times heart
Was an immortal poetess of meaningful art?
Shining now like a beacon sun
Is forever Emily Dickinson

Old fat parish cat

by

M A Heathcote

Old fat parish cat
Wears a spire for a hat
Wears a white collar
Around his velvet black nap
Now what do of that?

The mice he guides
Them to their pews
And in their piety
They all looked bemused
As he read out loud to them
The lords sweet muse_

Winters echo sweeps her off her feet

by

M A Heathcote

Till Elysium streams of moonlight
Cometh an angel’s translucent kiss
Tremble I moth like in her starlit abyss_
Reticent of dawn’s precocious sunlight
Eclipsing her fragile pale haunted lips

I spy her footsteps dancing each-in-each
Tender tip-toe meetings ghostly impeach
Our heart beats whispered wanton dance
Moonlit fires of quenching dewy romance

But its then engulfs her prelude sleep
Winters echo sweeps her off her feet
As snow and ice like sister meet
Its then I omit, a cold defeat_

For the curve of her spine
Is a serpent mine?
That I’ve kissed to the sorrow
Bone and marrow

True, in the hope of securing...
The loosening, moorings
Of our souls
Bound-together in
Her own Dead Sea scrolls_

The house of love

by

M A Heathcote

true love is a mirror
what you see
is what you get
and what you give
is what you’ll receive

opposites mirror
one anther
hate mirrors hate
disappointment
disappointment
and true love
love
love honest
love in earnest

earth and sky are one
one then can never be two
two halves make one whole
this journey centers us
like a fruit stone
like a temple
like the Taj Mahal

the love we are shown
is received
as our garden
as our home
as our country
so gracious
is the house of love

loves superhighway

by

M A Heathcote

Pain should be left on the hard shoulder of life
New chapters open the page to a sunlit highway
You’ve got the gear change of experience to live
-Out; breakneck speed limits on a superhighway
Through your own heart and soul
You’ve got the quietude of a calming byway
To bring it all onwards, lovingly home!

A call of innocence

by

M A Heathcote



A call of innocence holds my breath blest!
Like a starling in her warm spring nest
What was it in that instance of peaceful rest?
Beating like a wing in the heart of my breast

Church-bells peel a blissful summer yearning
Mayflies flit along a rainbows beam of light
As a fearful hare takes leave in statue-flight!
Pheasants leap with eyes still cartridge-burning

Calf’s cartwheel dance taunting the lolling of steers
Wasps dizzy dewed in a foxgloves rainstorm shower
Toad’s belly white on goblets of fallen elder flower
Shrew’s run-relay back and forth green barley ears

As we swank along these lush ancient green baths
Stigmata’s of yellow light pierce the wetland grass
Marigolds cusp souls in a pastoral bell jar of glass
Raindrop glittering alight the sun swathed paths

That laughs at all these fallen empires earth bred
Earth fed, earthly minded, earthly sheltered
Earth-created, earth hearted, earth coloured
In mans pestilent concrete trampled disease
What did I see I do not know?
A call of innocence, I guess so_

The family tree

by

M A Heathcote


Old men cling to their gnarl-wooden sticks
And wither from the cares of the world over
Like apple blossom kissed silver with icy cold licks
They know there are no more days of clover

But from their flowering came the fruit
The seed of wane-blown family
From their branching water shoot
A core of all that’s good and bramley

So remember dearly, remember clearly
The canker of their clay sincerely
For they still warm us ever so dearly
With their glowing embers
And sweeten our childhood Septembers
Long into their own autumnal Novembers!

Harps and unicorns

by

M A Heathcote

With a heart of heaven

And a soul of love

I feel I'm a party

To the angels above

Hearing harps and unicorns in the sea wind

Canter and chortle across the stony cliffs

Hearing the beat of a bees wing

Where the purple heather-bell tolls and flings

Here do I breathe the air in a flower

That's in my love most-sweet-every-hour

Here where the storm has a ribbon of light

Here will I die like an armoured knight

Plashing eagle claws into the heart of love

Till there's no more birds of prey

To covert the sky lit day in her ignoble eye

But only one the sweet dove of love

The heart ache born of motherhood

To curse her skies-oh!

Oh-with a heart of heaven

And a soul of love-oh!

With a soul of light-oh!

Oh-with a heart of heaven

And a soul of light!

I feel I'm a party with an angel tonight!

One man of absolute care

by

M A Heathcote

An arid world engulfs me

in its decay and despair

but one man uplifts me

absolves my sin I swear

one man enthroned to be

son and heir

whispered unto me

the Lord’s Prayer

one man of virtue and purity

one man of absolute care

one man who couldn’t see

a need to play at solitaire

in this great love affair

swore his life to me

to save my soul I declare

Jesus to be

In liquid air

I breathe!

Do you love me as you say?

by

M A Heathcote

Do you love me as you say?
Will you show me loves true way?
Will you keep me hand on heart?
And never allow us
A second’s distance to part

Will you show me how to be?
How to find satisfaction
In this ineffable sea!

(To everybody else’s dissatisfaction)

Will you love me?
Will you teach me?
How to be virtuously free

(And set my soul—running after me!)

Above stars shining bright
Can you push back the tears?
That gather and glisten in the night?
Do you love me as you say?
Will you show me?
Loves true way?

Will you keep me hand on heart?
And never let me part
Oh do you love me as you say
Will god’s angels bless our way?

Oh heartache don’t dissipate
Don’t drift away
Because I can hear your footfalls
In my heart today
Every beat that echo’s in your heart
Is coming my way_

No more days
Lost-summer long!

No more loneliness asking!
What went wrong!
No more reflection!
When I’m alone
Oh my love
Because I know my love
You’re driving home
Because I just this second spoke too you
On the phone
And love it was never a minute
Or a second to long!

Deceit and lies

by

M A Heathcote


I've gotta wheel of hurt
A millstone of pain
That keeps right-on
Turning right-on turning
Right-on turning in on me
Tears in my eyes
Just when I hoped to realize!

You can't love deceit and lies (Chorus)
Deceit and lies
You can't love deceit and lies

Oh if I could count the tears
I've been holding back
The years I've dammed-up
The heart ache that just keeps-on
Flooding back
I’ve been holding out on all these lonely years
Then you'd know just how I've loved you
Oh baby don't go, don't go...
No matter the pain!
The hurt will always hurt again!
And again, and again!

You can't love deceit and lies (Chorus)
Deceit and lies
You can't love deceit and lies
Oh baby don't close your eyes
When I'm the one who's hurting
And set that big wheel of pain
Hurtling, turning in on my heart again...
Oh I've gotta wheel of hurt
And love it keeps right-on turning
Turning in on me
Tears in my eyes
And all my hope!
Once more despised
Once more jeopardized
In vain!

You can't love deceit and lies (Chorus)
I can't love your deceit and lies
Deceit and lies
You can't love deceit and lies
I can't love deceit and lies
Not even if they happen to be good lies..?

Dim the light come shining through

by

M A Heathcote

Dim the light come shining through
There’s a picture a picture of you
Dim the light come shining through
There’s a picture a picture of you
Dim the light come shining through

Sun-shine in the morning, moon-lilting night
In the evening tide bright
There’s an angel a portal a vestal of white light

In my heart by my side and in my life
Oh she must be a gift heaven sent
A gift that can only be incorrigibly right
Because no one could ever love her
More than me tonight!

Oh love locket clasp my sea pearl soul and heart
Around her angelic light
Oh tie-up all these loose lingering stars
Shining like pendent tears
In the solar plexus churnings of our hearts

And in these unearthly times I feel
I can still hear her singing calypso songs
With an inner madness so surreal
It must be real
For it throngs for her love within me
It longs to be healed within me
It longs to be fixed like a broken seal

Or it could all just be the starlight
Her ebony all enfolding-
Uninhibited twilight!

Oh dim the starlight
Come shining through
Oh dim the starlight
The starlight, the starlight
Lit by you

That dancing dazzling star
Don’t dance so far away from me
Tonight, tonight
You’ve gotta circle your mystic charms around me
Spin your cocoons of love and surround me
Till I’m lost like a moth in a web of delirium
Breaking-out of the light
That holds me in the midst of her night
A captive forced to feed
Till I can’t be freed
From your love
Or even be bothered to breathe
Without your love

So chain me to your heart
A captive of the light
In the ebony dark!

Darkness to be made light

by

M A Heathcote

Without darkness where would the light be?
Without hell there’s no heaven!
Yes there is a darkness to be made light again;
Anyone who has suffered with low self-esteem
or depression knows it’s an endless fight back
to good health, black clouds flock like vultures
for the bread of our souls
and the flesh of our hearts
to peck out the seed of our visionary eyes.
But we wheeled an axe of our own reasoning
an axe of our own fortitude
it’s our own minds insight that threads the peaces
back together like a steel cable bridge
reaching across the dark expanse of despair
this is where we begin to know ourselves again!
our hopes fulfillment and who we really are!

The one hundred hour war

by

M A Heathcote

Kurds from the boarders
Of Kurdistan stand tall
Await your heroic heroes
Our Scud desert storm

Oh lord, Halabja! Halabja!
Oh lord, who hears and sees all
Natures thumb is bleeding
For all is bullet red
As mortar angels rise
Upon the serpents head

Soldiers of that litmus night
Enrolled into a 4 billion profit war
All their blood and sinew
For oil nothing more!

And Baghdad he’s grinning
For loosing wins the war!
Because just like Pontius Pilate
The West has blood-lined pockets
Now and forever more!

Amassing the infinite!

by

M A Heathcote

Time glimmers like rain
in a clouds restitution
it reflects the invisible
amassing the infinite!

Mans spiritual gain_

by

M A Heathcote

I’m a shaman I’m a wise man
Speaking in a native tongue
Speaking in a mystical langue
Only an herbal tribesman
Would know?

Speaking to you
In your native vegetative state
To your fluent bilingual inner ear
You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

Lion I see like a shaman like a guru
Standing on this your crumbling shore
Lion I stand before your door
Lion I sit seated on a web of ionising cloud
Above your marble dusty palace floor
Lion I like an anti-cancer drug
Lion I am your saviour
Lion I am your ishkador thug
And spiritually child
Lion I aren’t your whore
Lion I am a whole lot more
Godly than the lambs I and I abhor!

You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

Like a shaman who knows no-one listens
God be like a leopard sitting in his tree top
Who never changes his spots?
God be a righteousness peace keeper of justice
Who guards the Rastafarian dreadlock blood clot?
Who guards the thief’s?
And vandals and the motherless tots
God is an earth shaker hell raiser
Lion I shaman herbal tribesman
Rebel rousing adolescent fornicator
You know? He knows?
The herbal remedy that grows
That flowers to fruition in every soiled mans clothes

You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

For I and I
A shaman has pasted time together
In them bus lane shelters of faith
For I and I know
There’s no rush to be early or late
We all have to fight the eye of a hurricane
To see through our every insanity and shame
So don’t fight the good lord JAH
To hear the empty wind call your name
JAH knows your shame isn’t in vain
Hear jahtruth and shout it from the rock
To the barrenness plain
Jah knows you’re not insufferable or insane!
Jah knows it’s the good fight of a slave to his slavery
To resurrect his immortal name!

You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

Flowers on a broken wall

by

M A Heathcote


Flowers on a broken wall
Are the emblems of us all?
They shine so high
And pilfer low
With the tears of others
Whilst they grow
Buildings holler work!
Toil in the dirt
Tomorrows always flowering_
Sleep is always clamouring_
Like a climbing rose

This is the way
The day light gardener knows
Watching the robin
Through his red scarlet robes
Scrambling for worms
Like a whirlwind hungry cyclone
In a jostle of comings and goings
This is the way
We travel to work!
This is the way
We travel home
Sitting on busses blissfully alone
Like the fading wallflower of sunset gold
Watching our selves grow old_

Sunspot shadows

by

M A Heathcote


Lead me love in sunspot shadows
And let me bathe in there light
Let me soothe in there sorrows
Let me burn in there night

Let me tease a violet flower
And unveil a golden chalice
Let me stow a new tomorrow
In the garden of your palace

Let me weave a spell of magic
And dance a web of air
Let us listen to loves music
And let that music always be there.