The wind blew me into a new shape – a strange shape A shape I did not know or recognise This new shape was an old shape And I am monster – framed in exactitudes by others I am mother – the maker A conduit who is more Who is PERSON. I am etched and […]
The Drip, the drop of emotional rot The pain that ripples, the pain that cripples Waves of creativity sunk by angst Repeating, needing, weeping… Over and over, you and me Thoughts bleed out in the night.
Monsters of a kind Wait beyond this Behind the noise Of the crowd Calling Whispering Muttering the insanity Life’s rhythm Life’s crime To stay still All must change Driving the mind To that hard place Withered and bitter Centered on the new Jelousy may join too Monsters of the Id Hatred may take root Within […]
Dark rainbows twist in the core of existence Pulling the strings that set the rhythm of life Swilling in the contemplation of the atoms vibration Moments kicked and bitten to existence Something new from the old arises – pushing up And up into a place as yet unmade Ghosts of this creations whisper Existentialism bleeds […]
You took me Gloucester City On a windy day And I stood in awe And how I did sway For above my head Flying high in the sky Whirling black clouds Like ink drops in my eyes A shoal of birds was there Swarming in the air In Gloucester city On that windy day ooooooooo […]
Walking through the summer evening with you Pavement basted in heat the sun beats down upon our heads hands intwined it divine how our minds seem to see eye to eye We walk these city streets Thinking what a pity litter strewns our path We kick the obsticles out of the way It seems to […]
Veins clotting Hearts clogging Brains knotting Joints grating Eyes fading Bones decaying Prices paying
Red and white striped Flying smooth over Washed hills Pilot dreaming Of new days Peaked cap Climbs more aloft
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
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 […]