Toast to the Lassies |
You think we are useless rhythms....That we do not understand ....Your ceremony....And the theatre of your colours.....You think our minds are crude flesh,....Rigid codified hearts....Always poised in...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 08:10:00 GMT |
Poem for Robert Burns |
.. .... ..i saw love paintedalong the cold ridgewhere the mountainmeets the stars,i saw it in the faceof a woolly childblinded by her own melodies,oblivious to the rain .. .... ..i saw it on august e...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 08:07:00 GMT |
Story poem |
Break Up Blues
Last night I dreamt about your kiss
sunlight on my lips
today
something spun in my chest
a kind of flame
which flu...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 13:00:00 GMT |
Some new poems |
Heroism
In a dusty corner of Cadiz
I find you fighting for my dreams.
I am aging under the heat of business,
While you are frozen peacefully
With victory in your marble eyes.
I can only cry swallowe...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 10:54:00 GMT |
Awareness |
You are not your mood. You are not the form manifesting right now. All of it is just circumstance. Conditioning. There is nothing wrong with your material self. Nothing wrong with expressions of the b...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 19:34:00 GMT |
Society, depression and spirituality |
A major part of my spiritual journey has been the experience of depression. I started getting into yoga and tai chi as a way of understanding myself, and coming to terms with my personal emotional mak...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 11:41:00 GMT |
Enough said. |
I just came across these lines on a Hemingway website. I thought I would put them here. They are an example not only of the supremacy the man had in his craft, but the role of a writer to ac...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:52:00 GMT |
cunning indulgence means cold possibilities |
Impatient mystery bloodhound strives for meanings. Strives among the grooves of old poetry, among the cockups of his heroes for affirmation confirming his detail. His passionate bloodshot desperations...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 18:55:00 GMT |
Bombardment |
1.
Right. So this is what it feels like.
All certianties torn away,
Gold squandered,
Broken and unnoticed,
An unspoken spirit.
all values tossed to the storm.
Each day simple, a woken n...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 01:18:00 GMT |
Okay |
Right. So this is what it feels like. All certianties torn away, all resources squandered, all values tossed to the storm. Each day simply a woken nonsense, black wet street and an unecessary fucking ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:25:00 GMT |
