Turquoise Monster

A hat Simply a hat That is all A hat… Of explorers Adventurers Champions The good guys The bad guys The lost And the found With it who Will you be Today?

Streaks of colour building the image – a memory Of shadow and light, time skitters back on itself And I am lost once more… in the desert Dark hills on the horizon and grit in my eyes There are clouds scudding but no respite from a Thunder Sun My head is already splitting, tongue swollen, […]

They will take us back through rose tinted history Ignoring the distortion of the lens Sugar coats are decaying minds Media hyped the lies to tsunami A tidal wave to wash civilisation away Or at least the society bit of it anyway And sooner or later the blood will flow All roads of hatred run […]

Lines, angles, curves Luminescing in the dark Splitting the white light into froth Rainbow bubbles fill the room Amalgamate, collect, consume Spheres colliding, membranes merging Stretching, morphing – fission thin… brittle deformation CREATION of… The void The engineer waits perceiving… thinking… Hesitating and writes… The WORD.

He wore white robes They matched his hair And shone with the brilliance A radiant sun He pulled me close To bless To Whisper My blood on his fingers Marring purity We both knew he would kill me – how could he not? Secrets and oaths bound Better I were a deamon Even though I […]

Strip of colour call the sun Strip of beads and stitch Macro, micro, fractal and rhythm Sun strip call the colour

The tree had a skirt A fine robe of gold Of fire It blazed When the sun rose It was clear And misty beams Allowing radiant halos The tree had a skirt It was the finest in all the woods Sometimes it would gloat Though not much really

Time stalls A glance at an old life A dying way Colours as graded sepia The mountains lay With heads in clouds And bead work patterns Crisp and clean Uncertain and serious Fathoms deep On youths that Now are dust on the air Stories of wilderness It was once there I stare into dark eyes […]

A few years back I launched The Little Book of Spoogy Poetry – I did this twice the first was for the ebook and the second time for the actual physical book. Here is my daughter reading parts of the collection. The book was initially written for her only and then I added a few […]

You think that because I pour my feelings on to the page, that I can not really feel. You think that shallow self aggrandisement leads me to this. You think that in sharing my pathos is divided. You think wrong of me, misunderstand the need to express to self, these hidden bits. You misquote how […]