Right from the day you were born
With a treasure chest strapped to your back
You knew
That our secrets did not define us
Secrets do not deny trust
But secrets
Secrets could defy guns
So when you **** a man and set him on his bed

You lie

For it does not matter
Which side of the story they buy
The words are to blame
It is their fault they sound the same
And we trust too much the rhymes we hear
For they crystallise us
But metal belies meaning
And only rust
Rust can uncover the truth
Before the ticking clock betrays us
Until the day you die
With the cluster bomb strapped to your-

Blasted back
The day you realise
Lies set us apart
And in between life and death
'Lies-'

A museum, a post office, a hoard of trinkets:
Think of all these things, and beyond them.
A room, vast as knowledge, filled clumsily
From top to tail with books and songs and poems and pictures;
Accoutrements of one life, lived.
All is quiet, save for the slow, sonorous ticking of time.
All is still.

Until:


A pale silver sliver of a
Jewel, locked loose in its box, starts to slip forward from
The chests and crates and jars and
Begins to roll, threads its winding way through
The labyrinth of shelves,
Picking up speed,
Brought back from beyond by
A ****** of song, a whisper of
Heartache…


… and drunk as a skunk I am roaming, reeling
Raw from a gig with the lads.
And as we chorus, cradling
Dreams and hearts and
Each other in our arms,
The night above is infinite
And the ground below is solid
And the starlight flows like our laughter
As we stumble home.


Time does not stand still. It never does. But in that moment, a
Measure of starlight, a ****** of song, come together and
Crystallise.
And deep in the recesses of the room
A pale silver sliver of a jewel
Is catalogued, logged, noted and filed
Before being locked away, for who knows how long…


…and then I am back. The gem once more
Is in its rough box, the key in the lock
While on the radio, a song ends.
All is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock
And the scratching of my pen.
All is still.

Bubbling molten gurgles in the belly
Ready to surge and burst through convention,
Burning its way
Through convenient lies like a blow torch;
Scorching pure flesh on the way
To bring awful clarity.

Salt tears wash the grit from reddened eyes
And hearts rise as searing lava obliterates the ego.
Purpose may crystallise as the magma cools
But for most of us; shaken
We limp back to the habits of our
regular lives.

My sad is copper sulfate,
A blue shriek in my sternum,

A pressure frame inside me,
Too far away to burn him.

Leave my sad to crystallise,
Please just keep your distance.

Through my stalagmites of sorrow
Take the line of least resistance.

I carve companions from the rock,
Each one a salty clone.

I’ve made societies down here
To sit with my alone.

Glazed in white this porcelain skin you entrap me in,
I am sundered from the beauty that clings in detestation
My beauty like a crystallise will be fragmented from here.

Slate crevasses like a web clinging to the surface entwine
Aloft as they perch on every part of its superficial holdings
They edge ever deeper till all that was pearl now descends.

Cascading into oblivion where like autumn leafs magenta tears
Descend like ruins that now like coal wisps fade to nothing.
Now there is exemption from what manifested in thought.

This lingering lucent thought given form, but never seen,
Light permeated off its featureless misgivings a kaleidoscope
Of emotions ran free touching all surrounding, static now standing.

There stood a moment of porcine imprisonment ,featureless
Yearnings to touch, but then a tear of crimson detached and a
Rose web did start to ascend from where it collapsed below.

The circle of what would be what was only a matter of time
Created where form became static then birthed in non caporal
Form touching those near as it had yearned all that time before.

deliberation deliberate
how different to consider;
and to do.
tell and wait
show and stall.
keep time in back pockets.
fish for change
and make a
pittance.
surely after words,
came reactions,
and after broken promises
came sanctions.

surely after it stopped burning
things began to grow.
stories of salt,
of salting.
an act to crystallise
and make barren,
make bare.

starting
ceasing.
how similar to filling up,
and filing down,
a feeling.

I should never compare
myself with others--I'm my own-
only that I should quietly endeavour
unnoticed and unknown,  all alone.

There is enough room
in life for me to explore
my duties to do, my dreams to crystallise
all that I can do is my best--no more.

Nowhere whencesoever in the ever distant hebridges
The seagulls savour the eternal sea
The sea's intemperance rolls in the mighty waves
The shallow waters crystallise into divinity
The sands of immortal indelible imprints
Never ever quench the thirst
The imbalanced boats I board
In the cascading autumn twilight
Everyday...
In a long peaceful hybernation
Whencesoever the seagulls ..in the ever distant hebridges
The shallow waters and the sands
Would never ever invite me further..
I would've  lost my recognition..

You exercise stillness
all naked
lay out your crossed legs
and your face now satisfied
– be serious! –
for you recognise
the flamboyance of your beauty.

I will try
with shaky hands
and fast heart-beats
hidden before my jelly ribs
to crystallise a moment
from the fluidity of time
that skims us
I will then burn it onto our new, old dark paper
and I can assure you
that it will take me at least one week
to develop it.

You will be asking for it eager and impatient
like when, eyes wide open
at 4am
one waits for the sky
to trade its colours
with the ones of the sea

but you will stop anticipating
as soon as I’ll remind you
how long I had to wait
to take
your photograph.

We lay on the roof of my car under the sun,
the heat was intense but we were
too much in love to feel anything else.
Two hours we lay there, didn’t say a word,
just watched that blue ocean above us
crystallise into a twilit canopy.
Clouds shapeshifted into deep memories
neither of us could quite recall,
the lingering sense of familiarity
clouded by all that had happened since.
We both spotted one like Oregon
and she squealed when she saw it,
remembering her home once more,
her first performance of Shanghaied in Astoria,
her parents so proud of her,
she so **** proud of herself.
Always the actress, playing a part
that someone else needed for a while,
then the next job would come along
and she would fill a new role.

I lie on the roof of my car under the sun,
the heat is intense and I climb back down.
I look for Oregon in the sky but craning my neck
makes it hurt, so I look down at the ground,
at the dust and the stones
and the stars that slowly lose their twinkle.
I jump in my car, the passenger seat empty,
and find a new world to discover.

Nothing from you ever
is less than enchanting
your smile soothes and uplifts
and glorious is the morning-

nothing that you say ever
is less than enrapturing
the birds stop short their singing
in their worshipful listening-

nothing that you aspire ever
is less than inspiring
into rarest beauty your words crystallise
nothing is left wanting-

nothing that you dream of
is less than the heart's holy desiring
time shall but re-echo anew
and shower you with every sweet blessing.

Thoughts i want to crystallise
Dreamlike, i understand now
what people call a Fantasy.

a Phantasm appeared,
the Ghost's silhouette
vanished, an Apparition,

Imagination prohibits nothing
Believability? unnecessary
Truth? who can tell?

what a day! full of Activity,
gives your mind the best material
in your mind, your wildest Unrealities come true.
whether or not you want it to.

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Tides turn, as dreams fade,
Crowds don't gather for the daily parade.
Leaves fall, as storms muster,
Winds rise. We toil and bluster.

Though times change and crises gather,
We cling to our love, it's all that matters.
Write, edit, capture; filter and post,
Crystallise subjects that matter the most.

Pots and pans rattle weekly for heroes,
Shelter 'discovered' for our legions of zeroes.
We cherish, protect, celebrate our treasures.
Connected once more, re-embracing simpler pleasures.

Through times unprecedented, alien, uncertain,
Souls are awakened, resuscitated, un-burdened.
Dreams form anew, tides are re-charted.
We dust ourselves down and honour the departed.

We live, we love, we fail, we learn.
Fight on past the pain, press on through the burn.
And when we return to times as before,
We'll see ourselves clearer, our beauty, our flaws.

The lamp flickers on, the wind will subside.
We'll venture together in the morning's clean light.
Loved ones together, family and friends,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! In love to the end.

To sing of Love, of Purity and Bliss
Of Beauty lived, through philosophies of heart
Tis poetry to see sunshine as a kiss
For my pen testifies to sun rays art
Let poets cry for love, in their cry passion
My lines aspire to crystallise love pure
Like ocean, and as rare, laws of attraction
Work twixt hearts that crave for more amor

Thoughts had a propensity to
crystallise at the bottom
of his heart and become solid opinions.
However, he always deliberately
gave a false impression of his
perception in order to lead people astray.
He succeeded in his game plan of falsification of opinions.

The day is  long or short
all depending on how you choose
to live-  the meaning of a lifetime
could crystallise in moments-- by your action or thought.

I turn the towering  wave to quartz
I pin the painted.butterfly
And freeze the arching rainbow in
the dark-room of my Inner Eye

For not in meadows or the wood
nor strolling 'neath the breathing bower
It is in memory that I
distill the attar of the flower

The living lily wilts and dies
the evening fades and sunsets pass
and instants flutter from my grasp
as gold dust through an hour glass

And while the tuberose Is sweet
its scent is sweeter still, I find,
When wandering hidden byways in
the sunken gardens of my mind

Here through the prism of my dreams
My daylight visions crystallise.
Like relics trawled from turbid seas
now all is clearer to my eyes.