Hostilities come and go, competitions rein for a time. People fall in love, a criminal causes crime. Children grow up, and mothers grow old. The air ever blows, yet our lives eventually unfold. Cessation.
This is visual poetry, not brought to you by myself but by NASA. I just thought I'd share it on my website. These images have been rendered in all their beauty for free to the general public; the ones below are my favourites of the bunch. You can find all of the posters by searching… Continue reading Album Covers of our Cosmos
Jumping stretches my aching body! Here now I have some. I can't dance but I'd love to try. The trees call me to climb them, who am I to deny? Eeeaaa do I love a good run from sun rise to sun done. Crackle like a fire when it's time and sing like a choir… Continue reading EEEAAA!
Friends and functions make us proud. Work can lull but the nights are loud. We band together for hype and ooh rah's. Then factions break by un-greased hoopla. Piece it back, we do it together. Make others wonder if they can have forever. What we are is special, under one's boots and teeth. Be the… Continue reading Factions
Streaks of something yesteryear born still may sit unattended on one's cheek. Made were things to use yet now no light casts down for dusts sake. We pass the garbage in search for new only to leave a slimy trail of destruction. Making hair twisting screams curdled by the few who care. Where do we… Continue reading Careless
Power moves through muscles, priming them to flex. We teem with energy, waiting for the right time to pounce. People prop up and spring, growing taller to jump higher. Such whims want nothing more, but to teem with excitement at the chance to pour.
We perch ourselves, as little people in little heads. We operate little bodies, made up of little cells. We roam between little sheets, covering a little planet. We soar on a little planet, chasing a brilliant star. Little seats make for grand sights, if so we choose. The brilliant stars dance, and we are alive.… Continue reading Little Seats
The walls of my vision split like an atom, bursting a billion stars like plastered plastic barbies reduced to pellets. Gaseous particles bomb the dark for their friends to see, in the cold of an endless night for a tiny fleeting light. My hearing shatters at the point of heart break, falling deaf on the… Continue reading Periphery
Leaves rustle with the wind, and we are blown. Nature breathes in, we are exhaled. Oceans churn, and we are born. Life out is life in. One side of a coin does not exist without the other.
Feeling a fleeting, fringe, fraction of fire ignite your soul is reason enough to chase a ghost for the rest of your life. Freeing frantic midnight fights from your soul is reason enough... enough to let a ghost go.
Seeing the sky with new eyes means shedding the old, the pain is searing but what comes post revealing, are vistas oh bold.
Yeah I'm here and we're here and we're seemin' okay but we don't know what we're doin. No we don't know what we're doin. No we don't no we don't no we don't no we don't. And we find ourselves in our town in our time and we're workin with what we've got. And we… Continue reading Lyrics
Folding and pelting, greasing and gassing, holding and passing. Letting up a tad to see it spin out, grabbing on tight and trying not to shout. Bingeing on the hard stuff, dying just to last. Crying with cuffed hands now, hell has come and passed.
Tick-tock goes the clock for all but the dead. It goes up and down, fast and slow but never stops. Craters fill, mountains fall and I feel so small. Could causality be the only thing to cause anxiety? If ever the clock went back, only for a day or two, how neat would it be… Continue reading Clock
Strange it always comes in the night, where all my mind that eyes can't hide reveal the side thought sterilized; a doctor and a mister. Two sides to a coin, once believed one eloign, but nevermore, lest delusion be reborn. They live inside me, fazed to a non-existent centre, inside which I might find peace… Continue reading Strange
Love, liberty, longevity, peace, play, pursuit of happiness, ponder, pretend, crease, create, craft, craze, cause, dig, drive, desire, daze, dim, somber, soft, sensible, shared, swell, sweet, savour, reflect, remiss. Live.
Screeching peeling arrest! Putang ina the sounds roar. Thumping and rustling, and scratching and rumbling, and clatter and pounding, and searing and hissing, and whining and BOOM! Silencio.
Like mirrors in every way, they hold up ourselves. Crashing or calm, to low or high. We are life, so they. Be.
She opens me up like the warmth of spring to a tulip. It had taken a long time to start crying again; since almost dying in the snow. I melt. It feels so good when it happens, and we make love. We sweat and squeeze. Taste each other. Feel the other’s curves with our hands… Continue reading Open
I race this high, and I don't know why. It feels good, anonymity of a hood. My loved ones shan't know, like discovery of a cove. Darkness shrouds it, as the feeling clouds it. Peace will not hide, what the high surly finds. It must have an end, to this high I defend. One day… Continue reading Up
Paradox. Abstraction. Imperceivable. Impossible. Grandiosity. The raw beyond. These concepts that will never be answered. They lay on those that seek. Is there intention in existence? If there was, how did such to intend come to be? It was intentioned as well, well, what about that which gave it? If not, then why it in… Continue reading Melancholy Flower Infinite
When did the sun leave me? The dark is so sudden. It shocks by contrast of a stark blue glow. The glow clicks and rattles quietly so as not to disturb those sleeping. Global communities soothe away the edges. It feels nice to hurt a little, be it a sting behind the eyes or a… Continue reading Soothing Edges
I spend nights alone. I spend days with friends, only sometimes. Days pass. Nights crawl. My hobbies lie, and parents spy. Who’s that? A face. A name. A friend. She’s cute, but no way, taken. Her name is Hope, Forsaken. I see trouble, no, prosperity from lonely. We develop, like film. Feel the screen. Hear… Continue reading Budding Romance
A small child watches the sun set. They feel amazing, alive; filled with a visceral sense of awe. In that moment, everything is beautiful. The outline of the sun becomes visible in its dying descent. It is a waving sphere of burning glory, stretching across the universe and back. The child looks on for as… Continue reading Grandeur
I can’t sleep! In my mind I have no distractions, and I feel everything. Since I was born I could feel everything. The whole world opened up to me and it was too much to bear. Growing up I imagined myself fearless, but I’m grown now, and I know so much more. How can any… Continue reading Fine! I Don’t Know
Sparks let out light in the dark. Dear the coming summer, please bring me peace. Shine on me joy; something of my childhood, when everything was so big, and new, and endless. I can remember the feeling, but I can’t FEEL it anymore. Winters have made me bitter and lame: a cruel indignation; a three… Continue reading The Deer Peace