Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Tracing the wrinkles and lines with my hand.
Legs are heavy, footsteps small,
Speech a withered, tiresome drawl.
But through your eyes grey and creased,
I see a life lived underneath.
With tears and laughter mixed behind,
Life and memories, soul and mind.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Open your arms and dance, dance
Until you let yourself fall
To the ground, surrendered
To the laws of gravity.
Little drop of rain,
Come to me, slowly, slowly
Fall into me, kill my thirst,
Turn to ice from the weeping sky,
Fall into my eyes,
Pretend it was me who cried.
Pretend it is me that rains.
Excuse me if the air I exhale
Turns into a deadly whisper.
If those sweet words I mean to say
Are nothing but thunder.
Once, I wasn’t like this.
Once, I was all peace, bliss
And good intentions.
Monday, 25 January 2010
A samurai walks a pebbled road. Grass whistles at him, as he graces a deserted village. Tentatively he approaches the temple at which he should meet his master. The hairs on his neck rise as he slides his hand down towards his sword. Alone, he feels watched. He slips his shoes from his feet, to allow him to see without looking down. He glides towards the door of the temple. He stops. His feet are warm. Looking down he knows without seeing. A body was there. He tightens the grip on his sword, for he is not alone.
Thursday, 21 January 2010
It's been a wonderful year.
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Monday, 18 January 2010
Thursday, 14 January 2010
We all want to have a purpose in life. Sometimes it really can be as simple as making someone smile.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Of all things you the photograph, are true. Still and impartial. Not like film or literature. But you cannot be true. What I see when I look at you.. at me. At me and you, cannot be true. I'm not vain. But I am not that either. Why do you delight in capturing reality, when the delusion is far more appealing. Perhaps one day when we are both old I will look at you, and you will look at me and we will look at each other and we will think that it all wasn't really that bad.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Monday, 11 January 2010
Godzilla, a monster steeped in myth, stands in the middle of the destruction he has caused. The army does its best to evacuate anyone who has not already left or been killed. A war like scream shatters an already fractured scene. Godzilla looks up. The people stop in stunned surprise. There is a second monster. The ground shakes as footsteps come ever closer. Closer and closer the noise becomes until the challenger stands facing Godzilla. Now there are two monsters, but there can only ever be one king of the monsters.
Thursday, 7 January 2010
These are old resolutions for an old year. This year, I just want to be me.
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Monday, 4 January 2010
The earth shakes. Windows begin to crack and break. The people are screaming and shouting as they run from their buildings. A shadow engulfs them. BOOM. A fist punches through an office block. People scream and die as the monster tears through the city. The army tries to stop him, but their helicopters only become an extra toy for him to throw, as he continues on his rampage through the city. The monster appears completely unstoppable, and he is surely the King of the Monsters.
Saturday, 2 January 2010
having re-birthed out of
the sin of church-halls in boxes
lined row on row by crosses
mixed up and faltering at the hip.
Too old and rusty,
they need a little oil in the hinges,
a little life in the bones
(a little bit of Smugglers on a long winters night)
You pluck a tune on your guitar, the one they all forgot.
I know the sound.
There must be some way out.
This round's on me.