This new found cadence,
This instrumental framing,
Such woven madness,
Such pleasurable pattern
Undeniable mixing.

Tea ceremony,
Within the cool summer night,
Plenty of sugar.

I talk about art,
I talk about music too,
And education.

The sound of nights out,
Music inspired poem,
Musing every word.

Deep trance releases,
Bemused by repetition,
And a sludgy dance.

I need to hold on,
Forever if I have to.
There is always hope.

Broken ellipsis,
Shattering punctuation,
Double underscore.

Green of leaf and brown
Let's look a little deeper
Before it falls down_

Go back to basics,
Writing with pen and paper
So you see mistakes.

A freshly lit lamp,
Against the luminous sky
Glowing scarlet red.

Pondering my thoughts,
A penny for your treble,
Relentless drumbeat.

High silvery moon,
Gazing down upon the land,
Circle in the night.

Scurrying about,
In the distance and close up,
Queen ant drops her wings.

Analyse your work,
Then rework accordingly_
Perfection takes time.

Glitter on my arm,
A sparkling mystery star,
How did it get there?

Click the button fast,
I’ve made a fatal error,
It’s already done.

Steam almost dazzle
Man is delicious champagne
Drink slowly eat me.

Experiencing,
Technical difficulties,
We will be back soon.

There’s no redemption,
For the actions I have played,
Dreading bitter heart.

Educate yourself,
Because what you're taught at school,
Is half the story.

Don’t forget the way,
The beauty and majesty,
Remember your home.

Her silken raiments,
Fashionably cascading,
In pools on the floor.
With beseeching ******,
And outstretched limbs, inviting.

We all suffer from,
Emotional arguments,
Our hearts are fragile.

Endless energy,
The words are all around us,
Cosmic computer.

Into the black hole,
Travel at the speed of light,
Gravity’s push pull.

Lands on my eyelid,
As I slumber in deep sleep,
Disperse abruptly.

Future primate’s song,
Super sensational,
This is how it goes.

Light in the garden,
It’s nearly a full moon,
**** on a ******.

Turn up the tempo,
The rhythm speeds back and forth,
Turn up the volume.

Glorious summer,
Wind blows the willow branches,
Ripples of light green.

Darksome urban night,
Wet and drizzly night no light,
I have nothing left.

I’m at it again,
I’m random randomising,
Chunks of electric.

When they're talking lies,
Do not put up with such things.
Shine a light with truth.

It’s getting so late,
I need to sort my life out,
Push the red button.

I’m randomising,
This recycled poetry,
Glitch in the matrix.

Knowing instinctively,
What the artwork requires.
Have trust in the flow.

Morning sun blinds me,
I'm waiting for the work bus,
Breakcore for breakfast.

Flies in the kitchen,
Watch the great observation,
Waiting for the click.

Blue violet circles,
Swirling round in a vortex,
Central black dots spin.

Revel in the thought,
It feels good, working with you.
Friends from the soundscape.

There’s a random glitch,
Electricity flowing,
The poet’s matrix.

Play those themes, play on_
Hope, love, faith and charity.
Hope can come and go,
But always returns when lost,
Love is protection,
But destroyed by rejection.
Faith is like the soul,
Invincible and mild,
Charity makes sense,
Actions speak louder than words.
Adorning hearts with virtues.

Repeat replay tunes,
Captivates the lyrical,
Sexualised baseline.

Orange coat of fox,
Zips past in the dead of night,
Looks back quizzical.

Drinking brute white wine,
Plumes pungent, putrid, acrid,
Smoke and drink delight.

Zen meditation,
Memories of free parties,
Tribal not Buddhist.

It should capture life,
External and internal,
In all its beauty.

Sort your life out time,
That big red shiny button,
Can’t press it just yet.

God enslaves no man,
What you think God wants of you,
May not be correct.

A giant white moth,
Imagine dust on its wing,
Zigzags past my view.