3.4.12

Stop. Hold. Recover.

I offer myself to thee.
To contort my hands in service of your creations.
Pump my blood so that my bones move in worship of the gift of life.
Breathe dreams into my brain that i might delve into the mysteries of living.
Hold me together so that i may surrender to your will.

Entirely yours,
In grace and peace


23.10.11

Burnt twigs






When this whole thing started I was a name, now there's a definition and a reason.
The more I expect the harder things are.

Jesus and the sharp electric star.
                  (Anthony Green)

16.10.11

BIG HEART





Roundness and squares...
But who did you expect to emerge from an institution thus.

Pegs and not fitting...
Is it a suprise that we don't all replicate the mould

Aghast that sucess is not only repetition
Those who don't repeat are not necessarily adrift upon perilous currents

Lost to the constructs of man
Built outside of our theoretical cathedrals
                                                                    

23.9.11

A Rest Is All You Need

I feel as i did when i was seventeen and the sun shone through the bedroom window and onto my skin.

Bronzed rays toasted the fine down on my arms as i gazed out the panes of glass and surveyed the view from my tower. A coast, beach yellow - some red licks of earth intermingled with scalding sand, water blue -some green and a underlying darkness, no doubt a contribution to the beauty from the fleets of titchy fishing boats (sail powered and innocent) and the interloping posturing yachts (oil, more petrol than a family saloon for a week, and where does it go? That darkness?) from other cities, here for the quaint old town and overprices prawns.

A languid air whispered through the palm tree fronds, twirling coquettish fingertips as the salted air from the salted sea picked up. Another storm brewing out in the great fearless depths of that mildly mannered puddle.

13.9.11

Qua-qua-quantum

The struggles of having a quantum soul.
Both here and not, there and isn't.

Split atoms hold nothing to my split heart.

Favorites and Nothings listed to keep them here. Right Here.

Shake to the beat of your own heart- splintering into shards, each destined for a whole new dimension.

Particles of shredded universes and ribbons of time.

Minor thoughts.

I KIND OF LIKE YOU

You know...
not just people like you
...as if you were a model
for others to be made in your image.

But YOU.

The sum of your parts creates a something which i desire.

It is true we need the familiar.
Yet crave the different.

8.9.11

Earth Magnet

you've heard of that thing where the magnetic poles flip sometimes? that catastrophe waiting millenia to occur. biding time then POW. our world will invert and all things topple.

birds will get confused and fly into each other, perhaps. or bugs will stop doing things we take for granted and then we will expire.

maybe.

however whatever shall occur...it already happened. just now in my chest. a quick flip.

invert - upside down - somersault without a landing

my heart it was. that magnet extraordinaire, that yearned for peace but found its polar opposite.