Unbearable blueness
snaked with puffy white clouds.
Dance, dance, dance
with colours and rainbow flags.
Icy stares from deep blue eyes
fracture the peace.
A tsunami wave forces
the community towards escape.
Forlorn soldiers of misfortune
demonstrate a blue reluctance.
A boundary bounceback
with sword-like swipe—restart the level.
Time flows in cycles
of space—expanding into emotional blues.
A healing potion resuscitates
identikit ideals.
New, new, new
life emerges from grace.
Spread wings and fly
fly, fly to the heights of a beautiful blue.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
The struggle is over—
Forevermore free
from being drained by conflict.
Self-destruction mode
cancelled, instead calling out
for a new way.
The need to become anyone,
anywhere, at any time—
Abandon it to the sea.
This fragile vessel,
bobbing on waves of anguish,
has anchored itself.
Rest arrives slowly,
surrendering to depth and time,
allowing the storm to pass.
Seasonal affective identities,
captured by grace,
and blessed by peace.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 5:17 AM UTC
The Wheel of Fortune.
The Wheel of Time.
The Ultimate Wheel.
We’ll come again
on this journey of Life.
Returning to our safe
places and comfort zones.
Growth is meant to be
cyclical: Learn - Do - Be.
Do-Be-Do-Be.
I don't like Mondays.
The Wheel.
Broken.
Spokes twisted like
past experience—Sharp,
pointed, metallic; a bad
taste in the mouth.
Sullen teenager of old,
standing on the promenade,
holding on to the last
fragments of sanity—
Do it—Pulling the self
together.
Doing buttons up against
the bitterly cold, North
Sea Wind.
A forgotten ice-cream
cone, upside-down,
slowly disintegrating—
Much like The Wheel—
Ultimate Decision Time.
What does a repair
look like?
The idea of repairing,
or a long walk.
Preparing for a long walk.
Cost—It cost a lot—
A lot of money.
Money I can't afford
to lose.
Repair it is.
Twist-Bend-Break-Boredom
Frustration.
Condemnation.
Revelation.
The thought finally came.
Still, it would not
do, to accept—
Conflict arises.
There can be no prizes.
Guess what happens next.
The Wheel.
I am The Wheel.
The Wheel is Me.
The Wheel. It spoke.
“Throw it into the sea.”
So I did.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
Songs caught in the ear by wormy, squirmy, yuletide joy.
A Time For Believing
A Time For Forgetting
A Time For everything you ever dreamed of coming true.
Underneath 2025 garlands of propaganda, we sit and dine together.
Hands connected, with a cracking interim designed to astonish a momentary glimpse into the heart.
Sitting in a circle, on the floor, eyes directed towards each other with nervous systems attuned into one.
The ancien régime from caves;
Hunting,
Gathering,
Burning.
A desire to survive—
Survival of the fittest, becoming and belonging,
Step by step.
Evolving into
The Survival of Christmas.
Peace
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC
Visualise blackness whilst
your eyes being open.
Experience emptiness inside
the inner realm internally.
Depth exaggerated overcome
fragility within systemic.
Ramble through bramble
****** backwards ancient.
Fly filler throughout this
poetic disaster recovery.
Endanger engender entropy
emotional remembrance end.
Return underneath blackness
sink into inky slinky safety.
Dress impress surface level
framework underwear exhibit.
Peace perfection post *******
pulled down with teeth.
Genital acceptance awkward
combination throbbing realisation.
I am what I am.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 5:35 AM UTC
Apprehension suppression
Aversion realisation
Brain Rot on the dot
Become Awareness—Anicca
Charming disarming
Engagement fragment
Globalised heliosland
Ideation journey
Kaleidoscopic language
Mindful November
Orchestrating peace
Quarterly reimbursed
Sunshine tremendous
Upward value
With xylophones
Yearning—Zapped!
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC
Detached from the old
once more, into the fold.
Embrace the Self—Human
Being—Where “I” is a Man.
Sporadic emotions burst
forth, with sensation and thirst.
In the cold light of day,
realise—This is all just play!
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
Travel too deep
and get ****** dry,
by a psyche, not a logical leap.
Ascension—let it fly.
Personal fragility—
Senses need grounding
by a cup of Earl tea,
the alarm is sounding!
Collapsed social animus,
all the animals attack—
Equanimity—No fuss.
Who really has the facts?
Now just wait a minute,
it is all an illusion.
We are actually infinite.
And heading for fusion.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
So here we are
emerging—as one, as we do.
For eternity.
Forever.
Nothing can stop us
if we believe—in ourselves,
in our shared humanity.
Put down the weapons.
Step back from the precipice.
You are me—and I am you.
We are One.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 3:13 AM UTC
Pathways remain in visible proximity
Ocular frequency resonance
I'm looking for my next step for free
Gratitude journal expression
Journey of a million molten profiles
Faces personas identities
Uncovered consciousness for miles
Distance time-zone elapse
Iambic failure threatens comprehension
Words sentences stanzas
Post-artificial-intelligence-tension
Language largesse languidity
Humanity return of the freedom
Boundary boredom becoming
Why don't you come get some
We will end this as we started.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC