Sounding Out P.

“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech." - Simonides Pixelated images Dance across the carpet, Perhaps today Will wish the world anew, Preparing tomorrow For adventures too few, Prevised realism In great years to come, Precious postures Sweep into daze ahead, Playfully wishing For fears to be shed, Passion... Continue Reading →

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Philip Wollen (Quote of the Week)

"We torture and kill two billion sentient living beings every week. 10,000 entire species are wiped out every year because of the actions of one, and we are now facing the sixth mass extinction in cosmological history. If any other organism did this, a biologist would consider them a virus! - Philip Wollen  

Everything Will Look Better In The Morning

Lambs stood amongst thistle as shadows dance in morning thirst. Mist, whiplashed and grazed against the rejected sun, placed pity upon everyone. Empty haunts that lonely road, dressed in spasms of mythical light. And on the sharpened teeth of predators only innocence holds to frostbite. Was there room in their heart? Blackened dreams that lock... Continue Reading →

5th Feb 2017

Is an introduction needed? I am but words restricted in memories to those who emanate and depart. The obscurities, the plunged. Your wraith is here always! Pressed between the folios… like so many other abodes. Always here and there, and nowhere, with me…  

Erase

*15th October 2015*    I remember when you lay against my soul, pressed your warmth into my empty spaces and how the heavens opened above our hearts. We splashed in destiny between the streams of conscious repetition. There was no burden, but, oh, you ask, "would we do it all again?" Borrowed from those echoes... Continue Reading →

Irusu

I became the splintered copse dwelling in the ruptured ground. Chipped at by day, where glaucous pieces and infidelity drive away such phantasms in uneven holt. A pretence that absence shook across our mind, no naked form. Nonentity, nor title, only omission. I was not there, but alone there now, the cracks of who, separated... Continue Reading →

Pissenlit

Quid pro quo- what do you wish for- as their innocence cascades through air in morning light- pressed between the covers of starlit desires- and those questions marked- and masquerade- sorted from the promises to stand- a good man- and I am pressed- and I never assume- and there was never A truth that hurtled... Continue Reading →

Opening Buds of Spring

Can you see me- floating among those star fuelled dreams- stripped back to atoms across the night sky in iridescent tones- of nimble highs- I am denied- by the blanket of regret- subtlety differentiates those hours I threw to the wolf child- her jaws tearing at flesh as though overpowered by those faraway journeys through... Continue Reading →

Breaking Rope

Sometimes I recollect those not-to-reach places, that staple my memorial like not-to-reach traces of another me. That lapse in humanity and, somehow, deviated from the grace of gods, but they ricochet in your appearance, A face I will never see again, except in photos shared or liked by our contemporary social media blight. It wasn’t... Continue Reading →

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