the beginning |
Find your faery feet among this awkward linguistic,
Airy and archaic as you flutter through the misty haze of home,
A light a flicker , triggers the tearduct -
Coastal contours of homely beaches.
&nb...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 16:18:00 GMT |
Global chaos! all from a little girl ! shhh ......... |
around the world - varying time zonesobliteration of entire communties or families through war and explosion, whilst simaltaneously a baby is bursting into life through the same tears and screams that...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 07:42:00 GMT |
discovered treasure! |
pulled tight to contain the ocean within - electric blue.
intertwined with the black sea,
the roses sweat the sweet scent of human nature
which travels under your shelter -
journeying through these u...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 05:51:00 GMT |
I would just like to say a few words ................. |
Juxtaposition of sound and silence,
an appearance of a new life, underneath the grime and pollution of aged skin,
Completely naive to current affairs -
war and peace.
Opposites attract - a...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 05:46:00 GMT |
Dark but here goes ........ |
The infliction of terror is the disease of youth,
swallowing pills of lies,
they rest in the arms of horror.
Until they leave this place and vanish into darkness,
having left no note or mark, to simp...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 05:43:00 GMT |
anniversary |
Making a path throught these clouds of ash,
warbling notes where sea gulls clash
and clamber through wrought iron chains
And with this whip bound to maim
and take a life from thou, my slave;
My friend...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 20:33:00 GMT |
many words afloat - slight spillage |
Flames lick round the room of this word
and contain a creation, some would think is absurd!
name drop and word crop all these lines in your head,
and bring forh what your heart wills you to say - not ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 17:04:00 GMT |
my day - sun - day |
Everything is relative are my hands cold or are your hands hot?
In a world of steam and sour words are we not?
A statement on a platter of plaid
A harsh comment to be made-
Don't you think?
Theor...
Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 20:18:00 GMT |
......................... |
This canvas now painted
Tainted and led by linguistics,
Trailing through trees and trails,
hills and vales;
With no destination -
Just a desire to wander.......................
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 15:44:00 GMT |
moment |
amalgamation of text and sound resound within this walled membrane,
eager to escape into that outside dreamworld
where the sound of a bell can break that rigid smile into a look of terror!
Size...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 15:39:00 GMT |
