washed up wood thrown out the sea no longer wanted- come to the end of its questing- worm eaten and barnacle clad- this is where I come in- to pick up the seas discard- and see the art therein hidden for the most part- created by the ebb and flow of sand and sea salt water
Where blue meets black minds meet to share mystery a birds wing, the songs of astronauts the silence of vast spaces stretching out tiny space dust particles forever travelling the scientists eye at the end of a telescope, scoping aliens who made the choice to avoid war hungry Mankind.
this is a time for campervans cyclists and walkers- visitors vie with the inhabited 500 or so- we bulge a little but not too much- we will always find room for more- they come from all over and I mean all over- And as for the main isle- cruise ships by the hundred- passengers by the thousands- I am glad I moved to our smaller isle- it suits my nature suits my mood suits my muse
Living within this crumpling skin leathering to the elements all self delusions crease and crumble becoming one with the old leather settee. They say you are part of the furniture long before your funeral sinking in the folds, morphing into a couch potato.
my guardian angel woke me today knocking on the front door as usual I was too full of first thing in the morning to be able to answer such a call happens all the time
the body sweat sweet smell who ever could- bottles of bodies in profound embrace- substitute for the love or love between- the loved and loving perfume made- and the sweet smell of heavenly grace- mixed with it all is so much more you ever could-
the rope of DNA inherited containing all your perfection all your weaknesses all your possibilities tweaked in the primordial soup before time began - you came from the stars then and at your end, your unravelling, will be to return from whence you first came.
all night daylight like winter snuggle up and snuggle down that kind of weather a day in bed Alleluia the world will go on without me while I lay down talking with Jesus
my mouth is like a desert sore, raw, and sandy a place the heat of the midday Sun decided to rest in now I blow radiation from lips chapped and flaking pink skin I could eat a lizard fresh just for its blood to trickle on my swollen purple tongue but reaching for the red wine in the fridge is so much easier.
curled around wisps of soul make their way out through the windows onward travelling in all directions and none the dissipation of steam evaporation silent invisible life of the poets song sings in tune with the tuneless time of history the present moment gone and come around again curled around wisps of soul make their way out through the windows onward travelling in all directions and none.
dispersed energy seeping ****** by cold hearted cores eaten out the maggot and the worm all take a turn while earth returns to her ***** children the dreaming wonder lands betwixt living and the dying end of all things
A candle lit for love, borrowed light from the Sun my simple prayer is heard before it is spoke before it takes form from lips into words. You always know our hearts, let our hearts be love a flowing back and forth from creator to creature and creature to creature in perpetual union.
I feel less depressed when it blows and rains seeing the sunshine makes me too wistful - cyclists and walkers and campers go past and I havn't walked any distance now for seven odd years except of course in my imagination and hope carries me as far as Heaven a short distance I know, but you can travel that road forever.
I never found fulfilment in a right angled triangle but playing the triangle was as close as I got to mastering a musical instrument I have refused to be in a love triangle and have a triangle tattooed on my left foot but the relationship between Father Son and Holy ghost the three in one and one in three the Holy trinity ,could well be seen in a triangle of sorts
I got on a plane just to fly got in a car just to ride walked down the street, because I could rode a donkey, a friends pet, Geraldine, never again! that Donkey had a mind all its own and stubborn, just doesn't cut it!
we have rain today the kind that collects runs in small rivers down the road everything is dripping jewels so needed say flowers vehicles splash through puddles sending sprays of rain back into the air but its summer rain the refreshing kind glad to be alive kind
stuck onto a rock with sticky glue to live an uncertain life two feet with one in front of the other wobbling on the spot wishing for the wings of a bird never materialised trust in your gut and make sense of it all is it a wonder fermentation is so popular
,,,, I like my meat pre-packaged wrapped in cellophane, clinical , never thinking it was once living driven to the abattoir for others to do the killing
its a truth ' they broke the mould when you were born' so do not frustrate yourself with trying to fit in to some notion of what it means to live to the full. You are already unique and consequently only a unique way of life will content you.
letting go the frustration I found freedom and dared to be and dared to be me.
Wind booms around every wall of the house hitching up her skirts she grows bolder and her feet kick the windows as the sky grows darker a mad witch intent on destruction she whistles spells while a thunderous noise comes from deep in her belly we all cower at her incantations and murderous temper waiting for the wildness to wane as the witches madness passes.