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Amphibious assumptions
Acuse us all
According to our actions
Aquatic astronauts evoke reaction
Architects assault
As antigen runs around
Amplfying aural aspects
As ants ascend
Awful attempts at assumptions
As words aren't affecting
Ashamed and arriving
Aren't you glad
As it all ends
Thursday 5th September 2024 3:35 pm
: The Toss! :
The coin leapt up high above them.
And in it’s flight
The bright sunlight,
Made it glitter like a precious gem.
A lazy crawl to it’s apogee,
Then a shivering pause.
Which could be because,
The journey down has ‘gravity’!
Plummeting down from up so high,
It struck the loam.
Lost momentum
And opened a face to the sky.
The consequences are in the win...
Sunday 11th August 2024 4:37 pm
: The Cup that Broke :
The cup that broke housed a thought.
A nascent bud, not blooming yet!
But the hand of chance with the pot,
Filled the cup with a different fate!
Smiling lips drank up the infusion.
Tho' the process of a nascent mind,
Failed to make that thought sustain!
A shattered cup was left behind!
Thursday 20th June 2024 12:43 am
Black hole
Moon eyed she goes
She is one of the stars
Lonesome she is
In the presence of Mars
Soon her reflection renews
She is a planetary part apart
Memories become brand-new
She is solo in this system
And as the lights dim
He becomes hers
She sucks us in
Until everything’s hers
Friday 19th April 2024 3:33 pm
Before
A still, clear pool like unmarred ice
A two dimensional window into fathomless depths
Time not yet begun it’s relentless wheel, stasis offered to your awestruck eyes
Dare you toss a stone to shatter the time before?
The innocent beginning of all, cast into the yawning void, the birth of a universe held in ambivalent grasp
Dare you not toss a stone to shatter this eternal before?
Causali...
Thursday 16th December 2021 6:30 pm
Congress of Mind
Congress of mind
Legislative limb of this body of reason
Billions of cells cry out to be heard
Elected by instinct, opinions thus interred
Reach past the dirt that covers
Break out of silence's somnolent sequester
come back
come home
Eyes no longer lost in wandering lament
nor sight sight veiled by cataracts of mal intent
Turn back your gaze to whats outside
The sun's caress sure to abi...
Wednesday 8th December 2021 11:48 pm
Lake Placid
Drown in the present
drink deep time's antidote to fill the minutes before and ages to come
Though lungs crave logic for ego's breath, the universe through just two eyes
Drink in the present til spasms stop
and brain stem stutters take root in the calm of time's demise
What plans to craft of future or past
when time has breathed its last?
No aim, no blame, nor ripple furl
of infinite o...
Thursday 2nd December 2021 2:47 pm
rooted
A seed nurtured, spreading roots in this tainted ground
the only hope for my salvation
In 200 years, I tell myself,
this ancient oak could look back on rough beginnings
and trace each struggle and stubborn victory
in growth ring spirals and gnarled bark
roots reached down, as if to foil fate
and anchored tight against the wind that merely tousles
mighty leaves
or so I tell myself
a sprou...
Tuesday 16th November 2021 5:25 am
Minimalism
she's painting me
my portrait grows
she's had some trouble with my nose
a full-length nude
laid on a ramp
not easy when you're prone to cramp
she has carte blanche
her brush is free
she can do what she likes with me
today I lapsed
I got erect
she wandered closer to inspect
brushed my tackle
with sable hairs
soon we're nipping up the sta...
Thursday 9th September 2021 10:48 am
Fleeting Images
The other day I caught myself staring at your image
Embedded in the cliff-side pool.
Surrounded by flowers and foliage,
Miles away from you.
Your skin porcelain,
Flaws hidden,
Eyes clement,
You didn't even seem human.
And maybe you weren't.
You were perhaps just an abstract concept,
An evanescent concoction of pigments,
Who swam away, leaving behind no remnants.
When I thought ab...
Tuesday 29th September 2020 3:45 pm
pink strawberry milk
he says he can feel his heart getting covered with pink strawberry milk
he’s never had strawberry milk before
but he knows i like sucking on the fruit like a child does,
a popsicle
he says he’s falling
and cannot tell if this falling feels like that from a cliff into the oceans
or down a hole in the ground spiraling into nowhere and
everywhere
he hurts when t...
Tuesday 24th December 2019 7:33 am
On paths
On paths we cross,
threads connecting
in place
Our alignments tangle
in a web
of time
Flashes trapped
as water drops
on glass
When day closes,
our vapour trails
I trace
Those moments in place,
roll like ripples
on a lake
Those places in time,
held like snow globes
in my mind
Tuesday 31st January 2017 9:03 pm
Not the killing type (Part I)
I try not to question my humanity
and let me be damned,
but I’m not the killing type.
Only sometimes
I want to put out someone’s eyes
press them in or pluck them out
like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.
Like a force majeure,
rip the bricks from walls
watching architecture crumble and tumble
the relics of a past age fall,
flutter like shredded b...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am
Hurt
Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,
Anguish engulfs lost and last,
Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,
Friday 24th October 2014 5:09 pm
Free Write - Little Souls
Wishing humble resolution, reversed on both ends of a lucid looking glass. Hoping hopelessness, Remembering remnants, miniscule moments. What could have been different my innocents, pieces, parts, carbon copies of the softened edges of my sanctified soul. Forever asking for your eternal forgiveness. Unable to forget the forgetable fear, between your eyes.... And mine. The moment, minute, of ...
Sunday 19th October 2014 3:37 pm
where there are fish you will often find bicycles (in six days god did what?)
An exquisite (ish) corpse experiment conducted over the period of a week, earlier this year, writing unedited what popped into my head admittedly with prior knowledge of the line preceding but never letting that force me down a certain narrative route
where there are fish you will often find bicycles
(in six days god did what?)
sunDAY 1
save the shamen monkey for a cleaner time
...Tuesday 17th December 2013 9:26 pm
Curioser and Curioser
as the dew dropped tulip two-steps over my tongue
so a pubic slaughter of moonbeams and drag queens
leaves so little space in-between the longing
hung, low slung, below the eaves of this curious abode
where pregnant questions await the gaunt relief
of a crucified thief who has chosen his flavour
so sure the house has fallen on the queen of the east
love thy nei...
Thursday 27th December 2012 7:12 pm
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