The Day Begins
Wednesday, August 11th, 2021Mists rising Morning tide Skies ripped With dawning
Mists rising Morning tide Skies ripped With dawning
The hat of the explorer Sat in the attic Full of stories untold One day a child Claimed it for fun Dress up Adventures – made up Rememberings Through generations Stowed.
Mist misting creeping up into the air Spiralling into ground clouds Hiding the morning
The blood dragon bloomed in swirls on a cloud Threads twisting into smokey substance The beat of a heart, pulsed in it’s withering dance As currents flowed and shifted within A deep dark ruby of gelatinous clot – made an eye It winked and twisted away, formless once more Just tatters remained
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