Thursday, February 16, 2012

Mortal Fear

the siren song is floating now,
through the rugged bay,
and sailors eyes and ears are stung,
by graceful music spray,

and all the while the creatures stood,
watching mortal fear,
and thought it odd that creaks and bumps,
should shake a humans ear.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


the lights stretch and brighten,
through the dampened window glass,
they dash into darkness,
as i'm pulled away at last,
they linger behind,
yet they disappear so fast,
like the way a cloud can bleakly turn,
from black to overcast....

such brightness can never last,
such brightness can never last.

when you paint with words, a good word is inspiring.

she had orphic eyes,

great big mystery pies,

she had a thought to the right,

that filled her with fright,

she had groovy toes,

for sand, i suppose,

and a pretty purple vibe

swirling just for show

she laughed in a twinkling note

a note that floats and floats

she ran into a wood

she really thought she should

in the dirt the sand rose

just for those toes

and the colour from her vibe

was jumbled up inside

she had a stupid grin

over teeth her lips spread thin

her hips jutted forth

with a primal naked force

and all the while the woods

shook her as hard as it could

the grin turned to an O

as through the forest she goes.

Saturday, February 11, 2012


Some days the winds are blowing,
In a slightly crooked way,
And the trees can hardly move,
They lack their usual sway,

The feathers from the birds,
Sailing in the sky,
Float with less ease and freedom,
When a crooked breeze rolls by,

The sailors of the deep,
Hoist their billowing sails,
But the speed they usually keep,
Comes to no avail,

I am a sway-less tree,
In the flaming mire,
With feather floating stiffly,
Into spikes of fire,

My mind is lost like the sailors,
Tugging at the sails,
Running slow on rugged seas,
In the midst of rain and hail,

The crooked winds are blowing,
On this restless day,
As I sit in orbs of thought,
With nothing much to say.

Sunday, January 29, 2012


do you care for me at all?
i scream above the smoke,
eyes are flitting,
vision blurred,
grey pouring down my throat.

was there any truth at all?
touch me, make me fall.
was there any truth at all?
take me, take my all.

am i going mad for you,
my darling sacred first?
will you shake my mind tonight,
shake me till i burst?

will i ever find you again?
i'll keep squinting through the smoke,
close my eyes and count to ten,
hanging on to hope

we suffered for this art,
we bled upon the pages,

we suffer for our hearts,
and cover up the grazes.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

in all their glory

keep your heart burning with love and rage,
as long as there's something shaking the cage,
as long as it's beating and writhing and feeling,
watch it fly
from ceiling to ceiling.

keep it beating through the pain,
through laboured beats,
through guilt and shame,
a battered heart can still bring joy,
like a small child's chosen scruffy toy.

as long as there's a lesson learnt,
for beautiful light a candle is burnt,
in every bruise there hides a story,
so flash their colours
in all their glory.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

crazy sunny

glows and glows of little pleasures,


shining through,

the subtle smiles, the shifting glances,

at lights shining new.

shimmer for me, golden honey,

you know you can shine,

today is glowing crazy sunny,

like today is mine.

the wind is tapping on my back,

softly nudging me,

there’s shapes in the clouds,

i’m guessing and laughing,

at things i think they could be.