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Previous skins
Five years ago flew by
Now, already remote
The rolling of the years
They’re already afloat
Your past self
Already a ghost
When you stand still
You begin to grieve your previous skins
Wonder why you had to forget and kill
Old personalities just to multiply new
So, you cling on to specific moments
Promise not to forget, you never will
But it is not uniqu...
Wednesday 4th September 2024 10:51 am
To Find Some Meaning
I often think about the past.
Had it been too slow or too fast?
Then I ponder on what might have been.
What I might have done and might have seen.
I think about all the times I've wasted,
And how I took for granted the things I tasted.
Where am I going? What am I doing?
What became of the life I had once been viewing?
Now all I see is a fog so dense
That in this life I can find no sen...
Saturday 27th January 2024 5:06 pm
Hearts Of Hers
Heart of mine
Won't you stand at my side?
Stop your traitorous speeding,
So that my cheeks may stop heating.
What is it about her,
That her whole being allures
What is it about her,
That has me needing more
She,
Who gazes at me as if I
Am the one who in the east rises
She,
Who sees me wholly,
Not for who I pretend to be.
She,
Who has replaced my blood,
as my life's elixer,
...
Wednesday 9th August 2023 3:29 pm
MONUMENTAL
Happy alone although not physically alone
Just two repellent magnets incompatible forces
Fighting to pull closer but no efforts could make the scientifically impossible...possible
Not in those circumstances at that time
The facts were just the facts
Unsigned unwritten laws bound by unspoken pacts
Small print unread but thankfully unsigned
Well technically
Just not sys...
Tuesday 14th June 2022 12:51 am
Lost In Translation
From the spirit to the soul
From the soul to the heart
From the heart to the brain
From the brain to the throat
From the throat to the mouth
From one mouth to the next
From one language to another
Through the experiences
The perceptions
The assumptions
And the emotions of each listener
Changing
The original message
Is ever and forever
Lost in translation
And only if only
...
Sunday 3rd January 2021 2:55 am
For Whom The Hammer Tolls
For Whom The Hammer Tolls
Dreaming of a hammer
A slow arc of deadly intent
A shaper of metal
The clang of contact
On a wrought iron anvil
That resonates threat
The white-hot sparks
From the red-hot ingot
As it succumbs
Weighing its power
In the palm of your hand
With a smack of skin
Its dull grey mass
Balanced perfectly
On a sha...
Thursday 14th May 2020 2:11 pm
Stairways
Stairways
Stairs going up, stairs going down,
Spiraling stairs going around, around, around.
Which ones to take, which ones to leave,
Ladder or snake? Where does it lead? What is achieved?
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down,
Sometimes you just go around and around.
Nobody knows the troubles you've seen,
Nobody 'cept Jesus.
I passed a man coming...
Saturday 1st June 2019 9:04 pm
Soul mates
The ebbs and tides of a heart full of passion..
Emotions lie dormant within the depths of those ravines..
Only few can interpret the complexities and it's abstractions..
The tuggings felt by another soul, innocent and pristine..
An unknown transcendent script to decipher..
Takes a profound and a true heart to unravel it's mysteries
And lifetime of wonders to encipher..
The one who ...
Wednesday 6th March 2019 1:49 pm
A New Riddle of Cosmology
An explosion beyond comprehension sent all
The ingredients of the cosmos careening through the void.
Light, matter, and energy diffused chaotically,
Taking billions of years (as we now know them)
To fall into some kind of order, to establish
Some vaguely predictable interactions of
Cosmic proportion. Somehow, trillions of
Particles began to cooperate to form
Molecules of ca...
Thursday 17th January 2019 11:13 am
What Does It All Mean?
Live life today,
Like there's no tomorrow,
So forget about the pain,
And embrace the sorrow,
Life is a struggle,
That we all go through,
Searching for deeper meaning,
And contemplating whats true,
Beauty and complexity,
A trip through the divine,
It can't be mere coincidence,
It was done by design,
At first we are taught this is it,
The material is all that's there,
Then what is my p...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 5:54 am
Charles Bukowski (Way He Writes)
Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski was quite a character. Bukowski relied on experience, emotion, and imagination in his work, using direct language and violence and sexual imagery. Many people found his writing offensive. He writes with a nothing-to-lose truthfulness which makes him different from most writers. Bukowski was very much into alcohol, sex and even violence. Bukowski went to scho...
Saturday 8th December 2018 5:20 am
Psychology and Poetry in the Same Bed
There's many things behind poetry that is still a mystery today. Why does it make us feel a certain way when certain words are placed together? Is it that it's relatable? Nostalgic? Reassuring? I know many people that don't enjoy poetry and many that do. Why is that? Are those that dislike it close-minded? Does it show they haven't been through what the poem is implying, therefore they can't relat...
Friday 7th December 2018 5:48 am
ACRONYM
ACRONYM
An acronym for this, an acronym for that.
RTA, road traffic accident, metal meat grinder
crushing pulping raw red flesh.
Watch the skies and blink twice, was that a UFO?
See the little green men loop their unidentified flying object,
of course you imagined it.
You should feel safe protected by NATO
from the enemy whoever he is.
Yet there is no Soviet Union, ...
Thursday 5th April 2018 8:20 am
Meaning
The sound of one hand clapping
Who said that?
But I know what it means, now:
It is the lost beat of one heart loving
Not waving but drowning
I know that one:
Both origin and relevance now:
It is no pleasure, but one soul's need
No man is an island, entire of itself
Sung, used, re-used
The obvious is no less poignant
Now that I've found and lost my land
...Thursday 15th June 2017 4:42 pm
Sex and Cigarettes
The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...
Monday 27th April 2015 10:07 pm
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