yearning
untouched, but not unloved
unmet, yet not unseen
passing strangers or ardent lovers
time, alone can tell
feelings solely expressed
in mere mortals words
cannot convey
what is meant with a nod
or a gentle glance
yet longing for you so much
it haunts my dreams
with visions of you
simple things i crave
the smell, the touch of you
my thoughts run deep
as i lay in sleep



for T A
alan young "Gone Twice" Pissed off big time - 12 years, 8 months, 23 days ago

this life is seldom a bed of roses
more often a vale of tears
i just realised how lucky i am
gifted with friends who care
what an easy life i have here
these things are exceeding rare
i chatted to a friend lately
just hi how are you kind of shit
utterly banal stuff we all do it
and suddenly we talked
really talked
just talked
you remember talking
we talked
and the important bit
of all of it
was i listened
and listened
my eyes glistened



for you , you'll know who
alan young "Gone Twice" Pissed off big time - 12 years, 8 months, 23 days ago

Vast volumes of once vibrant verdant vivid trees have been
violently ripped from the virgin earth by axes and men,
left strewn in disarray
ghostly grey
to desecrate the the desolate landscape of THE COBBLER
forestry tracks, grey green gravel like sordid sashes wound and
wynd round a hillside beaten into bloody submission by black
and brown boots
snow lies in coruscating waves on the mountains and winters fingers
reach down from the high tops and grasp the remnants
of once proud woodland in an icy grip.

Yet" hope springs eternal" or Spring our eternal hope dares to
intrude
MOTHER NATURE sends in her her shock troop Spring
Wonderful wispy white snowdrops here and there rear their heads in hope
Tentative trumpets of delightful daffodils dance in the dawning of daybreak
green grasses gather their great powers of recovery and dare to encroach on the hideous manmade scars of road and ruin.

MOTHER NATURE fiercely resurgent accepts the challenge set by
men she reacts slowly but surely to recarpet the hillside and leave it.
Once more vibrant verdant vivid unsullied like a vestal virgin
How special to be in Scotia now that spring is sprung
nature raw in tooth and claw shows her softer side

by Alan Young
alan young "Gone Twice" Pissed off big time - 12 years, 8 months, 23 days ago

sitting silently in the sand listening to the ceaseless susuration of the surf
pounding relentlessly against the shore
cigarette smoke curling lazily round my hand
the wind brushing gently across my naked flesh
raising goosebumps on my skin.
seabirds wheel across the sunlit sky diving and turning
in their quest for food
gannets like stukas divebombing the waves
eider ducks bobbing as terns and auks
skim the tops
whilst redshanks and oystercatchers tip tap their way
along the shore


the peace i feel is total
no need for me to fret over food
nip down the store or get a takeaway
someone else does the graft
and yet,
the hunter/gatherer instinct beats strong
suppressed or dormant
But we are only ever three meals from anarchy
new orleans sweeps through my mind
an inundation of biblical proportions the search for food and water
becomes a matter of life or death
we take so much for granted until lost
asain tsunami ditto
the power of the sea unleashed against man
nothing personal just natures way
too many people too few resources so
mother nature redresses the odds
and yet
i sit silently in the sand
smoke curls round my hand
seabirds wheel across the sunlit sky
in search of food
feed or die

i am at peace
no need to fret


and yet

alan young "Gone Twice" Pissed off big time - 12 years, 8 months, 23 days ago

WORDS

falling, tumbling, out my head
a stream of words spews
no sense or rhythm is read
while i seek my muse
thoughts fight for credence
ideas war incessantly
some sit on the fence
others wander errantly

slowly i gather them up
and sort them in some kind of order
of some of them make sense ,
alter a comma or a tense
draft, redraft then edit
sit back and read it
versify the story
space it all out
hope for reflected glory
hope for a joyful shout


know that it is only words
written on a page
reflective or predictive
idiot or sage
words tumbling , falling in a jumble
lines across an empty page
can bring such joy
or can destroy
just words
no such thing

alan young "Gone Twice" Pissed off big time - 12 years, 8 months, 23 days ago