What is authenticity? Is it a coat I put on daily? Does it change with me As I do? Or does it live eternally stuck in some sort of stagnant non reality That lives in other peoples heads A projection that beams out of them Onto something that I said Perhaps Two months ago Or […]
Is it a trick of the eye Blue dots Turning purple Turning green Turning red Gone completely And still I press Oh how I press I press the buzzer in my chest I see them Spreading outwards All the dots are blue All Of The Dots Are Blue And there’s so many *blue dot theory. […]
He asked me What on earth do you write about at 3am? I tried to explain it Probably failed Because You have to know what it’s like to sit in a dustbin full of crumpled papers for a headspace Where thoughts are compressed and expelled like vapour All day long and in such quantitude that […]
I pace Back and forth Around I’ve learned the perimeter The parameters of my cage The responsibilities The expectations People I love, the look upon their face When I disappoint Confuse Fail We are born from womb To box And then like Russian dolls We move Through a series of ever shrinking coffins until one […]
To whom does this moment belong When we are all experiencing it at once? Just from different angles And perspectives? I take a photo And the moment rolls on Becomes the next one And then some When they exist But their minds are stolen away by distraction I take this frame And deliver it back […]
In the moment before dawn The Sun stole a kiss And all the air from the wet lung of the earth left her as she sighed Then seconds later The golden rays spread out wide suffusing her surface with well being I felt it and smiled as I ran The warm fingers of sunlight creeping […]
Sitting by the fire I cast my thoughts to burn They offer no resistance Edges curling Tinder turned Embers shooting sparks Deep into the sky A million stars above A trillion grains beneath And though the very middle Billions of human moments flowing, glowing, Snuffing out. Trees turn to timber Timber turns to wood Wood […]
Have you noticed the sky? Birds flying? I watch them The little ones Their wings beat so furiously The big ones soar and glide. Curiously, I wonder, why is that so? I guess, a small child’s legs go ten to the dozen trying to catch an adults long stride Is it wingspan? A growth thing? […]
Hands that hammer Wood and stone A heart that persists To drive nails home No matter what the weather Gods decide forge wrinkles into his hide and blisters. The process is difficult Fraught with doubt that can crumble at any minute But somehow the craftsman Draws it out Not realising That the stone The wood […]
Feet Step Lightly on the earth My eyes know how far My mind recalls But my heart doesn’t care Suffering is something the body bears My soul surrounds me like a glove holding me up casting me further down the road I roll like a stone Over and over And eventually the mind Stops it’s […]
