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Keepin it Real
The twinkle in the eye, a sly remark in the dim light, a healing notion in the otherwise sleepy evening. He lists down his likes for those to appreciate for those to understand for those who come by and see him take his stand. His stand for reality, his stand for imagination, his stand to take a stand, his stand for the good of man. The plan is simple. Be good be decent try not to fuck up too muc...
Friday 15th November 2024 4:27 am
From doors of despair to my dear almighty
Make a painting with sweats,
And resins from plants ;sweets,
Bitters and thoughtful meets
To form its themes,
Weaved lining of lines,
Hardly the Magnum opus; it might,
But to feed it's beauty to flames,
Just to escape cold,
And warm hands!
Am I a meaningful painting
Or just a plaything
Lying like a firewood
With no good,
Isn't it you behind this, o almighty...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 11:02 am
Now or Never
Who said now or never?
Maybe that was someone clever,
What if they had seen the future?
That would have been hell of an adventure.
Wonder why they asked to do it now?
Well, the time in future may not allow,
Why not have a try at it for once?
It may uncover possibilities, revealing new fronts.
How will this help you to not be mistaken?
By not regretting the road...
Sunday 28th April 2024 9:53 am
Now You See
the quiet flame
the locus of the seated
the flush of self-surrendering prayer
the beaming presence enters
that calming light
that kind face
that dignifying contemplation
that draws us to our center
the carriage-clock stops
that one untimed moment
your eyes ablaze, fixed
for now, you perceive
as do I,
and nevermore the same
looking on the flame
© Brian Hodgkinso...
Thursday 25th March 2021 9:15 pm
The Last Breath Of Evening
The Last Breath Of Evening
The sky is bruised purple at the last breath of evening
The air stilled from violent storms before the last breath of evening
From the new sunrise and the slow burn of a waking day
Stretching ahead in unknown pleasures to the last breath of evening
A day of honest work and muscles that ache
With the strain of reaching the last breath of e...
Saturday 13th June 2020 2:42 pm
Twisted Semantics In A World Upside-down
A summer's Christmas,
A winter's Easter,
Sun blazed reflections,
Moon chilled features,
Decaying bright shadows,
Renewing dark radiance,
Exogenous void within',
Luminescently extraneous,
Lagging just to rush,
The constantly inconsistent,
Concealing joyous sorrows,
Being contiguously distant,
Thoughts resistantly flowing,
Nerves electrically static,
Hearing...
Wednesday 20th May 2020 11:20 pm
Morning calm
A world of desperation.
The face and the faceless.
Indescribable yet on the tip of my tongue.
Impecability holds the key to power.
I stare out over the city on my park bench throne.
The morning hours calm my mind.
Crows speak in their own tongue.
I reflect on a night of dreaming.
The number is 4.
Time to let go of what I can no longer carry.
My saving grace is ...
Monday 10th June 2019 2:29 pm
Snail's Pace
I want to run, far far away
Where the grass is green, and the children play
Where the sun is beaming and the skies are blue
Where the days are longer and my dreams come true
If I could fast forward to that happier place
Perhaps ill feeling would disappear without a trace
Though If I cheated time, I might cheat myself
Perhaps challenges and realisations are encapsilations ...
Thursday 28th May 2015 6:13 pm
In Screaming Rain(Thoughts in the rain)
Laying against the darkest wall,
Memories clogged in contorted shock,
Losing consiousness to everything in all,
Its brightest moments dashing up the clock.
The stars dissolve as the sky swiftly falls,
Balled unto the shredded grass,
A lightened match, then a blow to the flames jaw,
Water sunk in the jeans of my last.
Cladded grief material upon my wrist,
Marks ...
Sunday 5th October 2014 1:54 am
grey sky drinking
I ponder the etiquette of nursing a pint
and whether some might find it impolite
if I made it last just little while longer that I
might watch the rain that crawls on the steamed windows
making broken ghosts of every passer by
each of them eager to avoid
catching the eye of the living and I wonder
which one of them broke winter’s heart such as to make it
so bitter
Saturday 28th December 2013 8:27 pm
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