Today I wore my malachite dress Today it is turquoise Sometimes it is green and gold IT brings admiration Today I talked of rocks and poetry and genocide Today is an amazing day An awful day and An AWE filled day Today I reconnected with people I have not seen for too many years Today […]
Hope is a small person Short and slight They look like they would break But people rarely notice because… Hope has peronality Large and loud An abundance of personality The more they are pushed… The more stubborn they get Hope is always there When you need them And even when you think They are gone […]
There is a sun rising Behind a coppice tree That though it is cut down again and again and again – always comes back, bigger and stronger
I am an old hope I have existed for millennia Growing with each generations Stronger at the point Where it seems like I will die. Each time I seem diminished a new hope is born To grow and be loud Little New Hope so fresh do not despair at the work to be done it […]
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