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LESLEY NOTT |
Oh I thought
I was
Holy,
A Black Eagle
Glinting in a Flawless Sky.
I woke up this morning
And found mud on my
Shoes.
(Lesley:
24/02/06)
Down
the length of years
of
my Life Long Living
I
track You
Tracking
the footprints
of
Your Breathing
Sourcing
Your Breath
Sorceressing
the Source
of
You
Breathing.
In
the quietude of a
crescent
moon night
I
hear-
Silence.
The
Silence of Stars
of
the Sea at slough tide
Silence
of the desert’s Zenith
out
of sight of Jericho
out
of mind of You.
Saturated
in Solitude
I
lie waiting
waiting
wanting
to
hear
the
Breath of You
waiting
to
feel
the
Caress of You
waiting
to scent
the
Gentian Breeze of You
waiting
wanting
waiting
to
catch just
a
whiff a waft
a whisper
of
You
Breathing
Your
Breath.
I
feel my soft heart beating
Beating.
You
Breathe Out
I
Breathe In
You
Breathe me In
I
Breathe You Out
We
Breathe
I
Breathe You In
You
Breathe me Out
One
Breath.
my
room fills with stars
And
Silence.
(Lesley
Nott 23/03/06)
Cheerio
Jericho.
Cheerio Cheerio
Cheerio Jericho.
So long.
Too late.
Farewell.
I’m on the
Escalator to Heaven.
bedazzled in the
Shopping Mall of
Tawdry Tinkling
Blinking Tinsel-Town Spiritual
get-you-there-in-Tachyon-time
if-you-got-the-money-honey
warehouse weary-whore wares.
See how we Sparkle
See how we Shine
Feel our Feely Feelings
We’re all So Fine!
Got my Rage back
Brick Bat
Smack Attack
Bling Bling Blah.
It’s so much easier
to be a Fake
than to feel the Ache.
I tried to change
my Point of View.
Tried to change
the View.
Tried to Change.
I Tried to Change.
But it always comes
Back
It always comes back
It always comes
Back.
To You.
Sunshine Guru of
The Buddha Isles
Roly Poly tum-tum
and Crinkle Crunch Smiles
I’m going to make
a paper aeroplane of you
fold you up tight
and set you on fire.
Going to be my own
Jesus now.
(Lesley: 24/02/06)
PHANTOM:(
Jericho Again)
Tunnel visioned on Eternity
I keep the aching out
trekking my lone caravan
across continents heading
for Jericho, the compass point
of my heart where I left
You Centuries, so long, Centuries long
ago at Carnival Time.
Tambourines and spices
Peacocks.
The dancing drums, brilliant silks,
Wild camels.
Tapestries of Desire, wine like Blood
keening Muezzins.
Life living raw uncensored,
Magicians and Jugglers.
Palm trees chandeliered with
dates the colour of Your skin,
Your mouth the purple of plums,
Gypsy eyes.
The musk dew of your dusk time sweat,
torches flaming indigo and gold in
the star powdered midnights
of masks and bells, sitars
and Strange offerings to unknown gods.
I miss You.
I forgot You.
I thought I could
lose You just because
I never knew You.
Sitting on the back door step
sipping coffee and a cigarette
listening to the washing machine
telling all its dirty secrets,
the monkey eye of a Morning Glory
against the backdrop of a blindingly careless
azure gazing sky
tricks me into an Infinite
opening of my pin point iris eyes
And I remember.
I remember Jericho
where I’ve never been
and I ache for the You
I’ve never seen,
longing for the me
I’ve never been.
Until
I hear Coyote laugh
long and low.
Oh I am strong
strong, strong in the
Shattered
Places.
( Lesley:
24/02/06)
I
want to be
A
commonplace clairvoyant
everyday
trance dancer
stand-up
ecstatic,
living
in the liminal
earth
rooted and star strung,
wired
for Communion
disciplined
for Bliss
a
lotus woman in full bloom
Purveyor
of Love
God-Blasted
Spirit-Swaddled
Dancing
bare-arsed Dervish
Moonstruck
and Outflung
Unsprung
Undone.
How
about you?
Synchronise Your synchronicities
Why don’t You.
I’m tired of missing the bus.
Going out of my mind
Coming home to my senses.
Surrender is when you give up to win.
Cryptic messages are deadly.
Solo is how it feels when your lonesome.