Big Man
Clouds collide The Big Man Upstairs is moving again Packing his bags And stomping his feet Thunder rolls across the land Rain falls in sheer sheets Hanging heavy Pregnant steam Electricity in motion Sparking an arc Lightening issues forth Flashing an angry stab Vicious energetic force The Big Man is angry In fury, he spits The elements Fire and water Sound and fury Thundering flashes Of Godlike rage The fire of His anger Soon subsides Water falls more gently Washes away the ire And soon peace returns Radiant warmth in azure sky Free of all concerns
Read More »Am I Alone?
I must confess that I often wonder if I am in fact alone. I mean, are any of YOU actually REAL? Much more likely, you are all figments of my furtive imagination. Think about it. The only thing that can really be real to us are our own experiences. Those experiences are second hand since if I touch you, it is in fact something in my brain that interprets what that touch should feel like and hell, what is ‘feeling’ anyway? Its something in my consciousness and in my brain and nothing to do with the atoms and molecules of my hand brushing against the atoms and molecules of you. Our entire experience of OUT THERE is ….. INSIDE OF US. You do not exist people I know it. I
Read More »Summer is Here….
Just a couple of days ago we had the heating on and watched as horizontal rain fell and the cold wind battered the trees. Two days later and I am sat sweating in summer heat and watching small puffy white clouds slowly drift across the summer sky. An amazing transformation. An amazing show. Two days ago it was winter Chilly winds blew in the freezing rain Clouds hung leaden as if to fall Clinging to the ground in deep disdain Today, the Sun shines brightly and The sky is a deep azure blue Its now summer apparently Flowers have sprung as if on cue Mother nature is keeping us guessing And with our heads she is a messing Give the Goddess our silent blessing Unpredictably wild is she Constantly beguiling
Read More »Blackfield and Moon Whispers
I have enjoyed the music of Steven wilson (Porcupine Tree) for many years now and have all four albums from Blackfield, a project in which Steven wilson partnered with Aviv Geffen to create some of the most melodic and listenable music I heave ever heard. Tunes like Pain and Where is my love? have haunted me for years. Recently, however, I got a hold of Blackfield II and this is almost heaven. The songs 1000 People and The End of the World are incredible and send me to aural heaven immediately. About 3 months ago I started listening to this record over and over again finding that each time I did I had to write. 1000 People in particular seems to make my creative juices spurt in vast quantities and
Read More »Once a Century or so
It was a very big day yesterday. After 110 years, Hull City played in the FA Cup final for the first time. Its still incredible to me that The Tigers are in the Premier League and an FA Cup was simply the icing on an already desirable cake. I was pretty nervous. Arsenal are a team whose squad is worth many many more times that of Hull City. They are a big club and they play good football. Classy even. I had in the back of my mind a 3-0 or 4-0 drubbing to be honest particularly since Hull City hadn’t played so well the last few weeks. In the two games against Arsenal, we lost 5-0 on aggregate in the league. Imagine my surprise when within 8 minutes of
Read More »Best Plans
Entrenched Rain falls We are drenched Please take note Next time Bring your raincoat Inside me Rain falls Puddles building silently Can it be You know Something that you can see Clouds bursting Water flows Something is hurting In Reality Things don’t Always go to plan hands in the rain. Photo credit: http://www.afewofmyfavorites.com
Read More »Am I Insane?
More or less anything I have ever done I have found a way to be successful with. Ok, successful doesn’t mean in my lexicon gaining notoriety or fame. It just means successful. I am adaptable and I can learn new things. But this selling books lark seems to be the biggest challenge I have ever met. I’m a poor seller it seems. I had hoped for The Last Observer. It is fast-paced, exciting, magical and if you know what to look for, its full of real magic. It has quantum physics, parallel universes, an evil magician, a demon by the name of the Lord of the Elements. It has some love interest, a tad of violence. It’s a pretty good little story and many of the reviewers seem to to
Read More »The Sound of Dying
Sirocco breathe Stalking me Skeletal death A crossroads Decisions to be made Deeply disturbing Wrongly played I stare at eyes That pierce back at me A shadow falls Thinking radically Passing muster A heartfelt prayer No one’s listening Do it for a dare? Synchronous monsters Slithering home Silence is golden Especially when alone Deepening despair As eyes start to cry Is this it? Did I simply die? Fading sounds Darkening Grounding Rounding A corner Gone. Image: The Dying Fall – JG Ballard
Read More »Julia Robert’s Smile
Troublesome emotions unchecked Anger deepens, rises and overflows Where does this deepening depression lead? Meanwhile the stars dance and twinkle Uncaring, unsharing shards of light A smile widens; teeth shining bright white Happiness is a viral happening at times Like Julia Roberts in Notting Hill No need to swallow any bitter pill Laughter tickles in the back of my throat A sneeze of exquisite joy explodes Those little drops of laughter burst out Infecting those around me It’s simply now a cacophony Infectious, riotous and bold As global laughter takes a hold.
Read More »Moon whispers
Breezy, breathless whispers She speaks to you Rasping, her voice is in the wind Leaden overcast clouds scud Trodden ground wet like mud She asks ‘see, see me?’ Tho’ you look high and low There is no sign of her Raindrops splatter the pavement And damp is the rising scent The Moon is sheening silver Hanging low in leaden dark sky Reflecting the one true light But long are the lunar shadows Following us like the scudding clouds The monthly days slowly lengthen Tears of crystalline water droplets As She no longer has anything to say Ripples of a long gone era overwhelmed her Caught in the shadow of the Son The golden orb slowly sails its journey She rises at dawn reflecting all Like a mirror to all humanity
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