No longer human

I am no longer human,

Devoid of life;

Just existing like a stone

At the entrance of a shrine.

A puppet,I am;

Will-less and cowardly

Toy; keyed to play

By the observers,

While they smile

I smile back.

A computer, I am;

Thinking what others

Thinking and planning,

While rusting and rotting

Away to oblivion.

A statue,I...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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 ...

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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 ...

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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

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