I cut my hair
To let go of you
Who liked it long
And in a mess
Short and sweetness
Falls to the earth
And its in-between
I'm at my best.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Physical movement
Shifts the golden gears of thought
And finds alignment in the chambers of my heart
OR
Movement
Turns the wheels of thought
Which help me find my feeling
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
As I struggle against the tide
Of two eggs in the same pan
Cosying up, embracing
Destined to be as one
I realise that it's just no use
To maintain a division
Between two born of the one same mother
Be that Mother Hen or Mother Nature
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
If Kev is the sky
With his head in the clouds
And Sie is the water
Always finding the level
In stroke and in flight
Ne’er twice the same brother
Each a perfectly formed
Reflection of the other
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
I threw open the door to the sky
And the ocean rushed in like oxygen to the flame
The crescent moon cut like crystal glass
Casting shards of starlight from a distant past
Drawing pin-pricks of blood from my hands and my feet
Sending rivers of rosé which got lost in the sea
I heard distant laughter from an empty shore
I cried tears of joy and then drowned in it all.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
Writing poems is like doing jigsaw puzzles in reverse.
The last piece is always the trickiest bit.
So, to help with my poetry, I tried doing a jigsaw puzzle in reverse.
And ended up with nothing.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:20 AM UTC
Such perfect pools of poetry, these paddy fields.
So much so that,
When it comes to budding poets and rice,
Bali must be up to its knees in them.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:16 AM UTC
There's something deeply satisfying
In decimating a piece of runaway tissue
With a healthy jet of ****
I stand towering above it
As it clings stealthily to the ceramics
And
cackle
as
I
reduce
it
to
mush.
It bleeds yellow.
I feel no remorse.
Perhaps that's why
If the world were ruled by women
There'd be less war.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
I was pulling up in the car park at the Immigration Removal Centre
When I realised that I'd completely f 'ed up
Having remembered:
- portable recording studio
- condensor microphones x 2 (one of them doesn't work, dunno which one, they look the same)
- dynamic microphone (sometimes works)
- XLR cables x 2 (in a tangled mess)
- Jack cables x 2 (joining the party)
- headphones
- headphone splitter (a remedy for people who are always on their phone?!)
- big-to-little adapters
- kettle lead (so named because it dates back from when the kettle was king)
- guitar
- and two folders of important bits of paper (well, at least some of it might be important)
I suddenly realised that I'd forgotten the only genuinely essential thing.
My passport.
You can't get in without your passport.
That's the rule and the rules don't bend.
Security is paramount.
I find my colleague, Lucky, sitting in his car.
Lucky: "Kev, you aren't gonna believe this but..."
He didn't need to say anymore.
I knew that he had done the same thing.
Lucky and I were in the same *** of s***.
But for some reason they made an exception.
We were lucky.
It must had rubbed off.
(true story)
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
People with no profile picture
Are like books with no cover
It's not that I'm gonna judge you on it.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 1:13 PM UTC