Friday, February 13, 2015

Friday the 13th

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I passed the grim reaper on my way to work
in his guise as disturbingly cheerful flashing lights
emitting from the red and white vehicles lining the street -
- in a light that’s still dim from the lightning strikes and the thunder
that vied for my attention under a stream of warm water at 5.20 a.m......

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Surreal is the day.......

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Alice would have said “It’s normal.” to a day that’s like today,
where the time warp of deception plays it’s part as Disarray,
in a light that’s juuuust that different to perplex your errand mind,
take the contract from the rabbit and where indicated, sign.

Now the colours of the rainbow weave around you sugar sweet,
melt into your skin with kisses so your secrets they can see,
take away your every ‘should’ which in that world wants attention,
freeing you to live your wildest while in this superb dimension.

Exaltation frees the reticence beheld in darkness’ light,
a choir reaches into you from depths that reunite,
the shaped submission of a soul not ready yet to die
with that of raided senses that command you to comply.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Shadows of Time

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The doors slam shut, one by one,
in time with the second hand.  Her eyes become dim,
a gray curtain drops like a heavy mist,
“breathe, breathe” a mantra in her head,
and her heart thunders down the disused highway
towards the shadows of the mountain range,
far from all she knows, from who presume to know her...
she flees toward an emptiness, comforting to her alone,
to soothe the ragged edges of her being
that are bleeding, in the here and now,
where she doesn’t belong, maybe never did...
in this silence she pulls her tattered pieces together,
gathers her wayward thinking into neat and tidy bundles,
and she reins in her wilful, rebellious nature,
before appearing to you on a cold summer’s morning,
the dew on her naked skin luminous with warmth,
when she returns to gathers you back into her fold.

Thursday, January 22, 2015


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An aberrant line, etched across the whiteness of her skin,
a map of self-destruction and continual conflict.
Yet every dawn finds her looking towards tomorrow
with an absolute expectancy that the cradle of her dreams
lies just beyond the illuminated horizon.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The Winter of our Soul

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In the dying landscape of a soul that is divided
by complexities as woven into the fibre of her being,
where her heart and her head are warring in a bitter fight of knowing
that the victor will be shedding as much blood as he who died...
exists a draw towards the cold of a frozen panorama,
blinding white so’s not to see, silent in the howling winds,
to stand dormant in this tundra of an unforgiving land
‘til the stars and moon have shifted and her death brings her to life.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Solitude, my Anchor

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I treasure the silence that surrounds me,
the absence of the shifting energy
and perceptions that stream through me
and invade my being unwanted,
whilst in the presence of others.

Solitude subdues the inner voices
that drive a need to numb my consciousness,
a place where I feel I truly belong,
to roam with the urges that capture my heart
without pretence or explanation,
where my truth and thoughts
live unforced and free.

Friday, January 2, 2015

The Parameters of Time

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In the parameters of time are written,
intrinsic to the duality of our nature, good and bad,
the choices we must make, what dependence we must conquer,
to feel the exhilaration of pure satisfaction
in the form you choose to accept.
You delve into the valleys of your darkest surrender,
to the very limit of your freedom and imagination,
‘til your soul is set free to fly through starlit nights
of such blinding beauty it enhances your sight,
for you to reach that moment in time
when you have touched all whom you’re meant to touch,
and you can fall into the pillow of eternal sleep.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Pages of Time

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I hear the voices in my head,
and feel the thrum of their words
pulling open dusty drawers
in the attic of forgotten spaces.
Shivers blaze trails up and down my spine
and a silence weighs me down,
as I see the pictures in my mirror,
cracked, many years ago.
They slam through me,
assigning sin upon forgotten sin
to my bare defenseless soul,
in that moment when time briefly stops.
Seconds, minutes, hours, blaze through my head
leaving carnage in its wake, burning down defenses
etched on my skin by the knife of time,
so why will you not stay forgotten....