The Blues

Pulsing Red
Coursing through our veins

Pulsing Red
Vibrant Life
Pumping with warmth

Where do the blues come from?

Heart

...A heart in a box
                      ...is protected from the world


...A heart on a string
                      ...is easily lead

The Advance of Time

The room is warm, the skin is cold.
Silence, but for the ticking of the clock,
tarnished are it's arms, laboured is it's movement,
but always ticking onwards.
Unrelenting in the advance of time.

Dull, Dark, Grey and Wet

Dull, dark, grey and wet, 

The universe continues to surprise us yet

From within the gloom, and featureless skys

A rainbow blossoms and fills our eyes 

Bringing hope to the desolate few,

Strength to face next mornings dew 

I love layers

I love layers

Clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes

I love red

So vibrant, so happy, so alive

I love freesias

The smell of a summer breeze through an open window

A happy beat over a sad song 

Clean air after the rainfall

A strangers smile when you catch their eye

Laughing with friends till your face hurts 

Knowing that someone loves you (and someone does, trust me)

I love early mornings in big train stations

Being awake while everyone else is sleeping

Feeling tired after a really good book

Catching a deeper meaning

Connecting with others

I love contradiction, summer vests made of wool, sunglasses in the winter

I love glass, sunlight passing through, bathing your face in rainbow colours

I love pasta

And I love you 

Take my Heart

Take my heart, use it as your stepping stone; 
Let it's warmth keep your feet dry,
as you make your way to someone new. 


Sorry if I got some blood on your shoe. 

Shoot me into the Sun

Shoot me into the sun, let me burn brightly in his firey embrace; may his flaming tendrils carrass me and shield me from the dark shadows of the world.  I want to bask in his glory and feel warmed, warmed from my head to me feet, through my soul and very being; filled with light and love and serenity.

Central Lining

This is Buckhurst Hill.

Your eyes are wide and your voice is shrill.

This is a central line train to Epping.

Silence

The darkness creeps in,
despite the sun through the window,
the darkness is there.
Permeating the silence,
encroaching,
pulling at the fibres of my being.

Am I dead or alive?

The warmth of my tears
reminds my flesh of it's earthly place.
The mind forgets.
Sinking deeper into the darkness.

What Lies Beneath

Untrodden, forsaken
Fresh ground undisturbed by foot fall,
Hundreds of years untended.
Abandoned.  Forgotten.  Wild.

The elegant flight of a night owl,
Wings beating heavily
Across the blue moonlit sky.
Fresh kill, still warm grasped in the talons;
blood drips slowly to the earth.
Blood and soil unite,
the sweet scent awakening what lies beneath.
Nostrils twitch with an aroma long forgotten,
Deep yearning pulls at the flesh.

Asleep for so long, the blood lust takes hold once more.

Does the darkness surround me?

I peer from deep within my body,
Looking from my head to the world outside,
Keeping deep enough inside as not to be touched.

My core, my self, my soul.  Protected.
Surrounded by this body, a façade.  Engulfed.

A darkness.  Ever present.  Seeping.  Pervading.
Overtaking.  Is it mine?

*LISTEN*

...just listen

Not with your head
- but your heart

H E A R the words
I am saying to you

F E E L them

... what?

. sure .

- we can talk later.