Monday, 21 December 2015

Monday, 21st December 2015

Time

Time adds the dimension of "Oh crap, I have to get ready for work. Like, now!" (which is what I am currently feeling). Or "Time seems to go on forever" (Which it does). Or "Oh, just give it time" (Which we usually do, unless of course...) "NOW! NOW IS THE TIME! I MUST DO THIS PROBABLY REGRETTABLE THING RIGHT NOW!"
Monday, 21st December 2015

Just one more - how people are like plants, how the branching of our self is a more complex state of the same branching system. We will have 'just one more' of the destructive element because it brings us some sort of gratification and pleasure whilst simultaneously travelling an outwards path of knowledge and wisdom, but also retardation and lack of motor skills. These veins of being dance in and out of one another, our body being the vessel between. We react to chemistry and psychology in much the same way that plants do. Feed us well and we will grow, talk to us and we will react. Whether positive or negative we will react.

You always need a thread - how it is the thread that keeps us tied to this reality, how without it we would just float off into space and never come back down. and so...

We are all chemists - how we are trying to get the balance right, how all things affect us, no matter how real or unreal they may be, psychologically and physically we are we are just petri-dishes in a lab somewhere with ourselves doing the experiment. "How much light shall I give this one?" "In what way should I speak to this one?" "What if I add this substance to the mix?"

And then out of nowhere a face adds:
"Inspiration?"

True geniuses are very good chemists

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Tuesday,  12th August 2014

Venetian blinds
Telling time
Lines on my wall
Sun rise to fall
Silent ticking
Words of light
Disappear and appear
Over and over

Thursday, 26 June 2014

Thursday, 26th June 2014

Lost a silence to collapsing doubt
Grew and died and was dried by wishes
A light relief of a veinless leaf
Empty contentment
Cup and cradle silent calling of hands
Gaps to shiver in
Stare at shoulders in rooms
With apostrophes over each arm
Chattering greedily over carpets
Knotted stories
Tall orders and dreams prevented by ghosts
Breath in close proximity
Empty to fill
Chases away the waiting mind




Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Wednesday.4th June 2014

Pockets of realities
In one I was yours
In one I was his
And his with him
In one with her
And him her his
I jump
Into them all
Every one
The ones we think
May have happened
Already have
Somewhere