more is said without words
your eyes speak a cold silence
now drifting between us

Jobira and @journeyofdays

he chose to lie here
she chose
a sandy beach

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

floating in soft light
moving through webs
suspension
towards bloom

@journeyofdays

the faerie is unwell
his shadow drags him
everywhere
regretting taking him to parties
due to the muttering and monologues
the fashionable goggles he insists on wearing
are dark and distort perception

@journeyofdays

what happened
I can’t remember
    the time when...
but I know how it felt
I feel it now, some of it lingers, twitching around behind my eyes
then, there is warmth...I know you ... you were with me
     I remember that part

@journeyofdays

tracing back to the exact moment when
clothed in cobwebs that shone like gold
you stepped out
in your metal tips boots with a stiletto heel
and spruiked your special brand of *******
demanding fidelity or risk holy coercion

that moment, that was it
the genesis
of fake

tongue dripping with honied venom
in hand your resume, a history spattered with muck
hidden in the fine print and finished with a high legal gloss
and they fell at your feet
dulled by the cloy of perfume
used to cover up the rot

that moment, that was it
the genesis
of fake


@journeyofdays

Daedalus review your plans

these walls crumble

no longer holding

@journeyofdays

I can see
it bloom
so hard
but worth it

@journeyofdays

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@journeyofdays

this analogous dance step we have happening
looks beautiful from above
we dip, parry, swirl and turn
creating marbled patterns across the battered and weathered landscape of other people’s lives

a progression for two voices
written together, but, we'll never meet
the same tonic
do you sing your part or play
I play, the other to create the chord,
a harmony, not seeing the instruments each other plays

we could be friends you know
share our story, the ones that looks so alike
at best we simply yell across the divide
warning each other about the things that are thrown at us from the sides
events and types that divert our paths and cause us to dance our river, cutting through the dirt

the bomb that went off in my life is coming to you next
you can see it from where you stand
helpless to stop it, unable to run ahead, we know it is going to hit….now
I feel your pain, understand, riding the the shockwaves tumbling through the aftermath
just like you did for me last week.

lives in parallel
destined never to meet
observing each across a plane
knowing the path each other treads
destined never to meet

@thisjourneyofdays

I can hear little voices
they are in the garden next door
it has been such a long time
since that music
tinkled through the air

@journeyofdays

study of shape
of form
terrain
seeing evolution embedded in my landscape

natural formations of life events
the destructive force of hate and man made dramas
assessing the impact on orbits
hurtling off course

map of features
trying to make sense of what happened
seeking the why
a topography of trauma

#thisjourneyofdays

...and the party continues
a conga line of ants
balance crumbs at jaunty angles
drunken cocktail waitresses
taking the scenic route across the kitchen bench
around the cooktop
skirting the kitchen sink where the spider and fly detente appears to continue
over the countertop
carefully avoiding the cockroaches playing five card draw
…. to the crack next to the door

@journeyofdays

easily missed
little signs
pinpricks of light
pointing to
bloom


@journeyofdays

on  the other side

of the wall

I hear him

@journeyofdays

sitting on perfectly plumped cushioned couches
pursing their perfectly distorted, plumped and filled lips
attempting to smile and express emotion across unmoving skin
polished and smoothed  
talons painted hideous brash colours
tearing each other apart with foul-mouthed school yard taunts
each trying to be more outraged and outrageous than the other
hideous display of eye rolling passed off as moral high ground
screaming  banshees are more palatable than these housewives en masse

@journeyofdays

racing through conversations
planning through scenarios

seeing endless possible outcomes to a present that has not eventuated,
may not...
probably will not happen...
processing

constantly processing
analysing faces
check out the body language
looking for nuances
shifting positions
seeing endless possible outcomes to a present that has not eventuated,
may not...
probably will not happen...
processing
constantly processing

where is the off switch? this is ******* exhausting

emotion unnamed
yet very familiar
dare not speak it’s name
increase risk of giving it permission
to hang around longer than
well however long this will take
energy builds
clouds start gathering
the armada assembled  
threatening electrical storms
in a rising wave
dragging me under
tumbling
tumbling
over
and
over
lungs burning
screaming for air


breathe now the storm has passed
fix your hair up honey
you look a tad bedraggled
drowning on dry land


@journeyofdays

the stone in my chest
sits
weighs heavy
almost cannot remember the time before
it came to lodge
it knows I am writing about it


I notice it more when thinking
like now
it knows I am writing about it

distracted, feel it there.
most of the time it just presses ever so still against my heart
not letting me forget
masking
it knows I am writing about it


the stone in my chest
grinds me up
inside out
it moves around
sinks me
it knows I am writing about it

know you are there
my little ticking time bomb
opportunist without a face
it knows I am writing about it
plotting

@journeyofdays

all at once
the path is revealed
you see home

@journeyofdays

looking for the word
but will settle for a phrase
that adequately captures
the queasy but a little bit right and funny balancing act feeling
when you find yourself
agreeing with Mark Latham

@journeyofdays

explain how this continues

with all of the knowledge held

@journeyofdays

my merry-go-round in space recklessly spinning and dipping generating an impending doom
building it’s cyclical appointment with a crash
it ***** at the air
look to the horizon! God! I feel sick
think... think... need to get off
leave this crushing fatigue
but it won’t let me sleep.

#thisjourneyofdays

they are nice people ...really
spend what they do not have
ruin other people’s reputations
with idle gossip and untruth
they are nice people ...really
attend church with pious pretending
say the right things to the right people
they are nice people ...really

@journeyofdays

no bodies lie here yet
they are still on holidays

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

these times are precious
you cannot see it now
but you will come to appreciate the time
the just being here
with us
just hanging out
no pressure, judgement, or expectations

these times are essential
so you can be yourself
with those who love you
and accept who you are
even when you look like that and smell...well...interesting

these times will sustain you
when you are far away
doing your thing and living a life
building your own traditions
that these times prepared you for

@journeyofdays

his cooking was ordinary
cough
she chose to lie here

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

coffee cup trails you have left through the house
trace your steps
as you moved from the couch to your desk and back

the crumbs on the bench
speak of yet another meal
we have not shared this week

the towel on the rack
and smell of your soap
just missed you again

it’s still warm in the bed
that you left
just now without saying goodbye

because I wasn’t there
and neither were you
at the same time

unremarkable mementos
there are traces of us everywhere
one more week
and our life returns to normal

@journeyofdays

she threatened him
with a holiday
and here she lies

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

tides not of my making
turning  
horizons
emerging
drift
@journeyofdays

explain how patterned stone
arrests the evil
seeking my destruction

@journeyofdays

from your perch, the throne of bones and rubble
your prized real estate
scraped up from the wreckage of failed relationships
and immoral battles you have waged

from that height, sitting on your throne of bones and rubble
do you deign to think of those slaughtered
through your witless actions
and opportunistic smiles

is the view worth it?
does the stench reach your refined nose?
do the maggots tickle your toes?

bones and rubble have a memory
they tell stories
even if the colour consultant you hired
has done such a wonderful job redecorating
your false stories

@journeyofdays

dead sky sleeping quietly
her silence
belies dangerous thoughts
suddenly
dragging me to deeper darkness

Jobira and @journeyofdays

nobody is really sure
obvious things are gone
like missing paintings from the wall
stark relief of faded paper
what has gone missing
after the thief has been
it takes time to catalogue
the treasures that have been lost
crime perpetuates
you find the dust silhouette
where smaller things once stood

churning again the horror that flattened my life
the flash blindness still comes in waves
stealing little pieces thought safe
those sacred things
placed close to my heart
appear to have leaked away overnight
lured away
or repelled
cannot tell
but the thief has been back
there are fingerprints in the dust

@journeyofdays

the exits are not marked

finding the way by feeling

@journeyofdays

imprinted on knees and hands

story of this scarred struggle



@journeyofdays

IV. postnatal
ut consilium...repris


things are looking up when
you look in the mirror and you don’t scare yourself
recognise the person you see there
arrive before you leave
stay the course
take people at face value
can meet with friends
laugh
turn your face forward and there is no crick in your neck
your muscles ache
because you worked hard
get used to this
you want this to be your new normal
see a future even if it is just tomorrow
yes, hopeful...repris

@journeyofdays

you could be forgiven for thinking that I fell off a cliff

if that was an option I could have gone with it
           and actually I was hoping that was true
                    why do you choose to pop back into my life now
                             I thought you weren’t coming back

lovely to hear from you

@journeyofdays

vacuum of light
a dark so still it has no sound
profound dark
deep time
breathe
slow now
there is no linear logic to this
deep time
in saecula saeculorum

unregulated yet ordered
power prevailing and insinuating into all
forming intimate unions across boundaries that make our reason
breathe
slow now
there is no physical logic to this
it is
deep time
in saecula saeculorum

draws on the eternal
it has a future
impacts on now
a brain cannot fathom
the past is still to come
breathe
slow now
there is no epochal logic to this
it is
deep time
in saecula saeculorum

energy
it moves through and within
whispering around the edges of the quiet mind
enfolded
in those spaces between thoughts
breathe
slow now
there is divine logic
immerse
in this
deep time
in saecula saeculorum


#thisjourneyofdays

churns up from nowhere
no warning systems for this type of storm
it bursts through the thin fabric
separating now from the past
the darkness
it is still very close
last night
it wore heels and was daubed with red lipstick
clicking along the linoleum
rapping out a familiar tattoo
banging at the scars in my head

@journeyofdays

hate you
no
concern yourself with other things
not me

@journeyofdays

I want not to care
not to feel the pain
shame
generated by fear

fear that leaves me paralysed
struggling for breath
irrational
still playing games

games in my mind
playing for my soul
future
I want one, back off

@journeyofdays

shackled by pain
locked up in my mind
deep cold
I had no name
metamorphosis
now there are trumpets

@journeyofdays

malevolent spirits have escape
the traps designed to bind them


@journeyofdays

there is only one truth
not the multiplicity of alternatives you managed to conjure
nor the distortions of fact and self-prostitution you fostered

there is no truth
in hiding behind the facades you have crafted so expertly
a face for every situation and a situation for every face

tell me what did you think you would achieve
was there some master plan in your minds
when you orchestrated this elaborate manipulation

did you ever expect that these worlds you created would collide
drawn together the seemingly unrelated
pulled along paths
by the magnets sewn in their lining

there is truth in the divine order of stuff
that right there, that running thing
pathetic
there is only one truth
and it has just picked up your scent

@journeyofdays

silence* tremors beneath the surface
gathering
triggering
coalescing
new mellow musical harmony
orchestra unheard


Jobira and @journeyofdays

the cost

of holding it together
is the thumping in my head

of trying to be normal
is fake smiling through another day

of forcing calm
is the racing of my heart

of believing in you
was what tore me apart

of trusting again
is seriously ******* me up

light is gentler now
ground soft
allowing
life
to
bloom

@journeyofdays

she threatened him
with a holiday
large pizza for one

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

crystalline eternal facade
forever
clean and bright
radiant
pure

did you not hear the silence as you approached
overcome with reverence and awed by the light?

siren’s call
drier than barren
caustic
deadly

did you not hear the silence as you approached
overcome with reverence and awed by the light?


the crust won’t hold your weight
reality breaks you will be sinking into the mire of
lies and confusion
stink of rot...decay smothering your
life
person
essence
soul

did you not hear the silence as you approached
overcome with reverence and awed by the light?

the mire is real
a salt pan of false purity
created at the cost of the lives
the rot below the surface
there is a reason that nature expires before the void

heed the silence
kneel not to these false gods
they will **** you.

#thisjourneyofdays