Turquoise Monster

A recording of my song Hey You! Within and Without by Salaric

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 […]

How many ghosts wonder these halls How many souls lost Echos of the now And remembrance of the before Locked in the fabric Matted to the core How many iterations Of tragic moments flow How many yous How many mes How many us-es That were or could never be? Dark turbulences Caught knotting it all […]

Writing from Art The Wilson Gallery Cheltenham March 2017 The street loomed in the silver light Or rather it lurched as it luminesced Moon beams reflected a muted rainbow Just at the edge of perception A reflexion of it’s own subtle glory Hung distorted in the river’s ripples A lonely figure wrapped in trench coat […]

Potential thickens the air As much as pollutants in water vapour Choking us all in humility As another war is fought Out of sight Unknown to our media eyes The bodies mount and maggots spew Into the night eating dreams Of a tomorrow that may now Never be

language: an incomplete version of mind reading leading to great innovation communal thinking or big blundering miss understandings across generations and peoples

Things to which I cling Stuff which I need Too many lights In the night At Christmas As colours drenched the home Because when you have no reason for hope Hope is all you have These things to which I cling Too much stodge Cheap but at a cost I’ve paid for it so I’ll […]

This year has not been what I thought it would be – that is often the case but this year more so than normal and this time not just for me. Global events have shaken all our lives to a greater or lesser extent. This upheaval has cost many their lives and upended others, I […]

Excel, well that’s swell, fever’s lick feels like hell, The fail of the trace and tell, population fell, monies funeral bell, tolls with the lols of incompetence, punches roll, as population control = morale at all time low, stow the tins in rows, you stole 4 day rice in a bowl.

The dead teacher hung from the rafters A distended face locked in agonising turn Students gaze glassy eyed uncomprehending As they return to a parody of education With all facts ripped from within The police office was garrotted Lycra tights of the sex worker cutting into a thick neck that was stuck out Trying to […]