You are my raw deal. You bump me out of your verification process like a bot yet again til nostalgia bites. I remember diaries with pen and ink. A stable story. Like a tangled web you leave me gridlocked at the gate. I cannot shoot you down or copy your skin on a typewriter. My … Continue reading I am not a Bot
poetry
Vertigo
My shifting gaze sends staccato images of Cubist paintings looking for a home. Your poisoned laughter greets me. Poison of my balance you taint each twist and turn. You laugh as you scrub my eyelids with your tune and cause my body to dance to your sadistic beat. Remove me from your playlist and if … Continue reading Vertigo
The Lighthorseman
Through overcast skies I hear the bugle call. Quiet spaces. Speeches shared under a grey backdrop. You gaze forward, you gaze down. You listen and reflect. Intrigued at the courage of old. Traffic hums. A dog barks. Drops of rain touch my skin like a message. Grainy photo's remain of you grandfather that I never knew. … Continue reading The Lighthorseman
Got the Blues
Gobbling up a night time splendour whizzing past your horn rimmed shoes. Upsidedown in sweet surrender downing cords of baby blues. Who am I to watch you strumming on the bootstraps of your dreams. Never cold and never coming yet you sprout some crackled themes. Moistened bootstraps from the outset strum along I’ve got the blues. All … Continue reading Got the Blues
Pen of Inspiration
Even if I played the fiddle and walked on tightropes of your dreams it would not matter. Crusted imagination is rigid in the ground set in concrete all around. I ramble on with mystic musings considering a long lost view. Long lost. Powerless is what you have become. Not negative in thought but resigned in … Continue reading Pen of Inspiration
Direct Poetic Mindfulness
"Dwell in my heart rusted soldier of my own decay. Let not the bubbling of my bored abandon thrive on your morsel stew." I put two sentences into a direct frame, poetic frame, and a mindfulness frame. It was quite interesting to attempt the different voices. DIRECT I'm bored. Sun's out. Don't feel like doing … Continue reading Direct Poetic Mindfulness
Lamp of Your Creation
You were hiding, looking, scoping. Dipping your toe into the water with uncertainty. Looking for answers without understanding the question. You listened to the piper as he shared pipe dreams. Come poet, come writer, artist and songster. Embrace the lamp of your own creation. (You started out unsure how to go about doing things. You … Continue reading Lamp of Your Creation
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