Full of
And circle
Life arising
And supple

New is
And forth
And out
And up
In longing
Gentle rain
And nearing
As flowering
Is quickening



Help to work

Help to work
Hard working serfs
And slaves to be

Come by
Come by

The help is free
Hear and obey

The whistle curse
Makes war
Upon the poor
A thousand cuts
As punishment
For being

On display
And blocked
And penned
And locked
Into reliance
On a cruel

The shameless mock
The Crooked Shepherd
Blames the flock
And TV offshores

Lie down
Lie down

Accountability rests next
To Vision, Reason, Wit
And Wisdom

In invisibility.

UKIP? – Naa

Quick Step
Dip sticks
See a mess
Make it worse
Rational as an
Ancient curse

Cheap tricks
Bag of quips
Mix ‘twixt
‘Over there’ and
‘Over here’ with

Equipped for zip
But nationalistic
Yappy yip
Mostly shit
Corp’rate bloke
Reckless joke
Protest token
For the easy-peasy
Funnel-tunnelled folk

Drip, drip
Spin and twist
Poison pips
Firm grip
On home spun
Fake it as you
Go along
Prowess proved
On slide and slip
Small Johns
Screwing with the
Moving lips and
Shafting hands
Material so little
Nothing fits

I’ll skip.

Oh, wrap me round in Celtic linen

Oh, wrap me round
in Celtic linen when I go
to show the fire called
the emerald and red of
my poetic pagan heart
and burn me through
in ancient embers at the
altar of all thought

Entomb me
in Egyptian cotton for my
soul as old as time before
Time was and sound my
extant vapour into every
sphere across the universe
entire of the Gods

Shroud me in a needle Lace
of threefold beauty, earthed
among the silken places,
bound into the Mystery by
spaces where I found a truth
and graces I have yet to birth

Consume me on the breezes
of an open pyre. Let the blood
and dust to dirt and constant
part into the cosmic ether be
subsumed that in my end shall
I reflect and then begin again,
next time, a little higher.

Apparently “there will be consequences”

“there will be

Ye Gads!

You mean
there might be
some measurable effect
to all the shitty death
you cause?


No, really:
give yourselves a pat.

Now what’ll it be today?
Back pay or payback?

Doing ‘God’

I suppose I’m actually quite grateful to David Cameron for his recent public excursions into the religious realms. Given the angst and outrage on all sides, from ‘militant atheist’ to fundamental devotee, it is probably high time this country discussed its effects on our lives. Here are a few thoughts. I emphasise ‘a few’ because it is an inexhaustible topic on which I’ve written before and may be persuaded to, again.

I am not religious. Or maybe I am – it rather depends on the definition presented and the context in which it’s framed. But I am willingly not a member of any of the world’s recognised, crafted and orthodox doctrines consensually upheld as being ‘Religion’. I, therefore, find it easier and more accurate to say I am not religious. In fact, because ‘God’ is only ever publicly discussed within the tight rubric of the orthodox and sometimes new-age paganism, I invariably find myself sympathising with and reacting similarly to the atheists and agnostics. I see how I might easily give the impression of being an atheist to anyone with rigid beliefs or an ability to overlook nuance.

However, apart from some angry teenage years when I asked those common and immature questions such as: what kind of god would let such awful things happen?, I am not an atheist. I would say I am a person with Faith and a Being with a soul, consciously on a spiritual journey and in a personal relationship with God as I know them.

Briefly and roughly, because I really could write a book on this: ‘God’ to me, is not some bloke, some supreme individual, sitting like Saturn on a throne, dispersing events and conditions. To me, God is Pure Energy – the original and whole source. Not so much ‘Creator’ as catalyst or vehicle. The Initiator. I imagine the Beginning as something like the first exhalation or first thought – as if, as soon as this ‘source’ thought to look upon itself, universal polarity was born. Paradox: unity and polarity; two sides in one. That would be father and mother god, thank you – (what the heck use is an orthodox god that only represents half of existence) – archetypes of the masculine and feminine principle (which is before and beyond gender); light and dark; dynamic force and receptive form; positive and negative. God is, therefore, both singular and plural. And why I usually say “Gods” (Elohim: feminine plus masculine plural). I like to imagine this as that Big Bang. The dawn of a cosmic day. To me, this means that God is the sum of the parts, good and bad, (why I can interpret God as being Everything) and that each potentiality and actual manifestation is a part of that whole; cosmological particles, vibrating on frequencies that determine density. Every fusion – including us – unique in its frequency and, consequently, its relationship to the universe. Humans are quite dense…

Either Everything is of God or nothing is. All the gods are one god and all the goddesses are one goddess and all is One. Facets of Unity. A cosmic prism. That any religion fights another over God or in the name of God is pathetic for it demeans Divinity, reducing it to the level of man’s petty and narrow imagination. That is not about God but patriarchal, political control, backed up by an ambiguous and iffy doctrinal narrative.

Each religious tome is open to historical, cultural, literal, poetic and political interpretation and any real lesson or ‘truth’ worth a bean in the pages of one, can not only also be found in the others but likely existed as human ideals ever since people started forming cooperative communities. For me, the Arts and Science reveal God better than doctrinal sources. I don’t think Science contradicts or challenges God in the slightest. On the contrary: I think Science describes God and infinitely better than the middlemen who claim to understand and represent Him/Her/Them – Us. I think we each have Free Will and a direct line to God. Accessing, delegating or not believing in one or both – that should be for each individual to decide. It is dark magic to coerce or oppress another’s Free Will and there is no such thing as vicarious atonement.

Orthodox religions and other cultish groups have as much capacity for evil as for good. Religion does not guarantee Spiritual Faith; it just sometimes incorporates it. Faith with a small f does not always equal ‘spiritual’ belief, either. After all, football is akin to religion for some and, though one may laugh or be offended by that, nonetheless, it well fits the same potentially broad and sometimes legally disputed definitions of religion.

The Christian Religion has informed our modern Constitution, Law, Education, Arts, Foreign Policy, Charity.. Are we “a Christian Country”, today, by belief and spiritual practice? No. If we are a Christian Country it is in the historical context that I can accept the statement as true. How can it not be (post the overlaying and repressing of old paganism) since Christianity began its ascendancy and privilege here around the 6th Century and dominated every administrative, civic and cultural sphere, thereafter. Some of that influence and reflection is profoundly beautiful and some of it is ugly, false and needlessly oppressive.

Religion, Politics and Science: holy trinity or oppressive troika? Neither and both. Their constant battles with each other have informed and underpinned our whole culture and now, we are rightly questioning again the propriety of these overlapping influences. Science is crucial to understanding and making the most of our modern world; Politics is how we wrestle with the direction and progress of our personal and collective lives. But Religion? That is just politics with added conviction. What place should it have beyond the philosophical? I don’t think I care whether political leaders are religious or not; atheist or devout in their faith. What I care about is either side’s ability to impact on our Democracy, Law, government policy, education etc (I’ve made my distaste for indoctrinating children and faith schools clear enough in other posts). Our lives must not be undermined by one spiritual mindset (yes, a generous word choice, I know – ok, let’s say ‘dogmatic’, seeing as Cameron started it this time). In short: you believe what the heck you like, pal, but don’t imagine, for a minute, that it gives you a right to legislate for everyone, based on it.

The outrage at the overt hypocrisy of some ‘leaders’ and the anxiety over apparent retrograde shifts towards political religiosity is justified. I believe secular governance, which provides equality for all under the Law, is the most egalitarian and best way to way to ensure and uphold everyone’s rights equally in a healthy Community. What we call Religion but what I would wish was actually just called spiritual practice, is a matter of individual choosing. Secular governance and sound Law is the best way to ensure everyone’s rights. This does not require anyone to bury their faith. It just recognises that not everyone has Faith and that no one faith is superior to any other. I do hope though that we don’t go into some pendulum reactionary mode of mindless contempt which just threatens free speech and expression from another angle.

Personally, I am happy keep ‘God’ in national ceremony – a spiritual heart and consciousness, if you will – but not for any official religion to dominate civic life nor to inform national identity by the desire and design of one group. It would, though, be as much of a tragedy to see recognition and space for the spiritual disappear altogether from our ‘culture’ or from our national and constitutional rituals as is the received ‘faith’ we are currently being force fed. That sounds, albeit unintentional, I’m sure, like it would be just another cynical type of moralising and a rather clinical and soulless road to travel.

Velcro mitts

The Powers That Be
care for only their

to their elbows,
and lengths
to their arms,
carry Velcro mitts
and witless harm

for Now is the charm

and The Powers That Be
do not seem to conceive
of our future survival

else why would they rifle
through finite and vital and
why would they favour
cheap tricks and behaviour
that stifles the seeding of
every good plan if they had
expectations or even desires
to safe-guard the long-term
existence of Man?

Evangelical Dave

Evangelical Dave
comes to save the day
armed with special liturgy
and political expedience

He trumpets
the threshold of
Helical descent
with theoretical
proclamations of
permanent lent

render unto Cameron
thy rent. For he is the
Landlord Profiteering
and the sour power,
boldly clearing
from the glory tower
of the greatest
crony story ever told

He rises on surmises
and the shoulders of a
Kingdom rehypothecated
since the days of old.

Small lions bite the air

Those days
when the mundane recedes –
less a hum; more a punctuation
– traffic calmed and drumming
train, a pleasant Sunday service

Strimmer strums reassurance
of domestic husbandry
(and intermittent irritation..)

Birds come
and in the hollow of
the bluebells
the gentle splashing
in the bath delights

Small lions, fended
sulk and slink
and bite the air

Laundry lines chink chink
and small talk is shared
over low fences

a house or two along,
a sudden tensing:
“Mummy! Bee!”

and a smile
the width of a street can be
imagined to break out

And the sun shines warmly
welcome rays
and the breeze whips,
as though to blow the debris
clean away, through bamboo
and tinkling chimes

from the mighty weight;
the global fates consigned,
for just a little while, to wait.

Sacred Plastic

Civilisations crash on.
Ascended masters,
primed upon the shores
of hardened categories

All is vainglorious pursuit,
beautifully underscored
by more irreducible hubris
than any terrestrial cell
can bear

Each corsair marque knells
darkly forged superlatives,
crowned under sure-thought

The whole world round,
bound by the autocratic
missives of faux gods –
all middlemen wielding
clarions that gild the lily
and the lotus
and the rose
in sacred plastic

Divinity, removed, must
gaze in wonder as the
puritanic classics prove