Of water

We are of water.

Where underneath,

Silence is an echo of thought;

A lifelong sentence,

Of memories never sought.

..

There is no Away

In this light I create my own

And throw it away because there isn’t any

I sound like I know what I am saying

without a single word

And relish in the thought

of an unknown desire

to take flight and follow that notion

My mind always one step ahead

in landing on the soft side of this blade’s call

where all sharpness subsides

My tender mind

needs no more motion

And I jump to make the water rise

to meet my fall

..

Momentum

white page without direction

it’ll take me anywhere

layer upon layer

I cry blindly

and see

there is no real intention

there is only me

without the big ideas

falling like drops of colourful water

still flooding the shore

..

Untitled

You were once green

Careful observer that sees

A refection in blue now

Of fire, silver scaled

Never fancy about colour

You rainbow tease    :-d

Do you have a name, I wonder

Can I call you everything

… I ever versed

Emblem of courage

You sure made it

And I am rooting for you

To disperse

In all unknown directions 

..

That which conveys

A half torn layer dangles from this latest painting,

clearly showing worn lines underneath.

To focus-in on hidden depth of meaning, clearly;

not the profound silence a comfort-eager mind would like to see.

These rough images of shredded sound would pain severely,

were it not multi-dimensionally caught in bite sized 2

(the connoisseur sees critically through).

…

Felt out loud (though)

they are an intend diversion

from something intensely worse,

where the sensitive and soulbound some

(or one)

go(es) through the phases

of every ragged cut,

until the hooks -

that, until then, cling despairingly-

finally give way

…

to the pendulous note,

in mid air, screaming as it falls afloat,

without a second glance

of many

..

Reflex

My mind was set,
… now wondering;
my heart was fed,
… now hungering;
my soul was hushed,
… now flushed,
… and searching

Is there any way out
of this amazement
of dissatisfaction,
of yearning to find
a reason not to mind,
my heart is burning
through apparent frost

When you catch me, tenderly,
with those panoptic eyes,

my footing melts
… and I am lost

..

Reverie

I am on the reverse side of you,
looking through the breach
that separates

No longer the opposites,
we’ve never been

As we grew older (not wiser),
our distance seemingly increased

Did you ever see
how my eyes never stopped to plead,
I wonder

My hungry mind shivers,
thinking this could be our final chance

And how can I know
(in present tense)
that you have locked yourself,
bound by blinding words,
born from the illusion,
inside your own dimension?


..

Coalesce

to describe, I’d use vibrant colours
round words, no angles

softly spoken syllables
healing from within

deep, heavy layers of warmth and light
to soothe and let us be, not have been

one sip of this almost abstruse sound
and oceans of thought take flight

we were blind when we delved

and it took canyons, filled with wasted time
to realise
we slowly killed ourselves
when we starved each other


..

Fourteen

Is there pain in numbers?
An awkward silence
when inquiry stops
…

Or a preferable skip
- to go ahead -
- don’t notice no mention -
an
- I don’t mind that you forget -

But I do

And yes there is

…


Considerate discretion …

Expressive with existence,
my number’s almost up now
and I still, can never fit

do you not see it?

what was that,
all I ever wanted?



(30-05-2010)


..

On the morrow

the dust slowly falls
on the ruins from distortion
where eyes cannot decipher change

for distraction
I focus on a single point

watching substance
touching down

slowly but surely
and securely in succession

I wait for it to dull the river
with a mourning veil

carrying my thoughts
to their final place


..