When I go north, is it without a reference to the South?When I create something new, do I eliminate the old?When I write fiction, do my characters take off from known worlds to assume new shapes?When I support someone, do I oppose those not on the same side?When I choose the best, do I reject … Continue reading oppOsites
sharp, slanting, cutting showers pierce-a force fierce on-your-face, unconcealed attempt-rain's contempt drenches resistance, will-power-vile showers wiping off past with erasersI let rainwater blend with tears,releasing resentment of yearsa force fierce, rain's contempt and vile showers MTB - Spanish Rain in the Ovillejo
I wake up with a feeling of uneasenot sure what my dreams are telling me dreams tell, but do not explain -appearanceof shadows from the known and unknown shadows of whatever touched me, or walked pastpast - indelible, imperceptible marks wounds that don't hurt, but flare up in the darkwrite scenarios not happened, but do … Continue reading What do dreams tell you?
I wonder what is compressed, in this tiny rockholding history of time, stories of decadespacked with static energy; threatens to convertkinetic force will combat, all that obstructs it MTB: Rocking the Imayo
Do you recall the first time they said you are badyou were just being yourself, with no benchmarks setYou did not know what was good, hence, it was so sadpainful awareness of expectations unmet those voices got together to sound like thunderthose blaming fingers merged into fistfuls of hateclouds of fear gathered, with resentment deep … Continue reading Homecoming
Interlocking fingers inside water playfullyYou asked ‘tell me which are yours or mine’ “All yours”, I said with a glint in my eyesIn my mind, I was holding a gold mine We stopped romping as time flew byThings were still good, yet not so fine Can’t blame a word, or frame a momentIt was a … Continue reading We, You and Me
The mirror laughs; it’s only meNot touching real with a barge poleEternal question – to be or not to belike you? Am I a body, mind or soul? Born alone, designed by circumstanceCriticise me softly, say it aloudIs originality just a matter of chance?I’m mis-shapen, broken - but unbowed. There’s no regret, there are no … Continue reading Original Soul
life changing moments happenwith casual or random callswe don’t know where they come fromexcept that we want it that waymoments rise from depths of Time what was it that happened ages agoleft an ache or craving in my hearta rebellion or unfulfilled desireto get it right this time arounddecisions grow from experience it seems so … Continue reading Unseen, unheard
every story of crime or warde-souling of humanssun, moon and starsWhat’s the point in beinga mute witness?you join criminals in the dark you watch soundlesslyconfusion in un-lighted psychesfail to make truth heardhide facts in darkness or glarestrengthen erroneous beliefsno enlightenment, no relief mental stories asphyxiateno one else can relateunheeled, uncrowned islandsfloating in ethernessimperceptible, undefined dark … Continue reading Gods of the Universe
HIGH I see them jumping highchallenging their own dwarfnessnot accepting defeathoping to touch the targetand one day they do-my puppies have climbed the bed today LIGHT They are the light of my lifeBringing love and happinessI get carried away in their excitementReprimand them for damaging thingsSmiling when they don’t obeyWistfully, I long to have that … Continue reading Puppies
