Ambient Noise :: Start Up

Stop complaining
Life owes you nothing:
Keep retaining
Satisfaction, maintaining.
Effort and reward
Isn’t very hard.

Start thinking, create
It’s never too late;
Production abates
Depressive states.
Look after yourself
Does wonders for health.

Look up and not down
Create smiles from frowns;
No need to clown
Strike out, go to town.
Walk away from the screen
It’s making you mean.

Start up and aim high
Why not reach for the sky;
Wave anger goodbye,
Just be a nice guy.
Your job to improve
Get up, time to move.


Ambient Noise :: Sequence


Loop, repeat beat, through feet heat bleeds
Reality recedes.
Thump heartbeat, hips replete
Shifting, twisting shifting; uplifting, rotating.
Fingers entwined, body in mine
Frisson, friction, benediction.
Risen, fell, so much to tell
Beat’s deceit, deal sealed, repealed.

Sequence demands, commands
Hands hold, boldly move, groove shifts, resists.
Move up, down back, no slack, attack.
Push both to peak, don’t speak, just feel
Notes real, treble rebels, bass haste
Reflect, plateau, ascend, climax.
Explode, relax, again, maintain
Rise with fall, best dance of all.


Poetry Archive :: Transitions

Occasionally, I get really lucky.

This poem is one of those moments.

Please enjoy something I am VERY proud of.

 


Transitions

This moment transcends inertia
Acute feelings: collide, entwine
Absorbed into the other’s skin
Belief of better sought within.

Make me the mirror of your care:
Sent light upwards towards the dawn,
Far better sunrise for each day
Coaxing belief along our way.

Exhaling negativity
Requiring only breath and hope;
Ignite joint passion without fear
Illuminate true path now clear.

Simple acceptance is required
Transitions, understanding set.
Bright sharpness, brilliant, sublime;
Redefinition comes with time.

To turn around two lives of pain
Impossible thrown out of play:
Becoming sum of diverse parts
Devotion scored on willing hearts.


Experimental :: Dawn

 

Dawn

Smudge of light
Motes tumble, reflected
Early brilliance in slow motion.
Breath of warmth
Dawn’s opening move;
Announcing fresh morning.
Hint of life,
Early pigeon’s call
First visitor arrives, prepared.
These building blocks
Composition new, each day
Construction of what is to come.


Experimental :: The Poet Sits

At feet, I wait
one moment’s chance;
possibility,
hands on belief.
Maybe, I could
attain these heights:
small brilliance that
he holds, to see.

Look up, with hope
for confidence
within a heart
too scared to beat.
Might pass me
wisdom’s gift, distilled
chipped from a soul
of artistry.

Then comes a spark,
awareness blooms,
from too long spent
in darkened rooms.
No need for this
to validate, a life
that’s mine to own,
path I walk alone.

The poet sits
no longer awed,
as mentor moves
no need to grasp.
Perhaps it’s time;
stand tall, ignore
the need to feel
beholden, tied.

Experimental :: In Your Dreams

In my dreams, I was your wife
Picture perfect imitation.
Here, domestic servitude:
with no desire for anything
but pleasuring a life,
with nothing less but attitude.

Your perfect body taunted
All I did was stare, not touching.
Desire: staggered, overwhelmed
far too much, and when it came to
adult time, I panicked
waking in bed, alone and sad.

I’ll never be your lover
It doesn’t really matter now.
Depth of your duplicity
is something I find harrowing;
need to taste narrowing,
no call for adult time, go home.

My dreams are my own business
Stimulus summarily, ceased.
I can play with myself here
with no abuse, I’m in the clear,
take pointless excuses:
in the end, happier alone.


Experiment IV

There’s not enough risk-taking in my CV of late, and so, starting next Monday (26th) until I either run out of ideas or get bored, I will be providing some experiments in words. It might be a stream of consciousness, or it could be some odd poetic snatches based on current events or the dreams I had the night before. It will be a way for me to stick imagination into the mix for the first time, and be a bit less predictable.

Urban Farming Today

I started doing this last year, but organisation and the need for a consistent stream of content ended up curtailing the process. Now, I feel it is the perfect time for it to return.

Watch this space on Monday going forward, and see what I come up with.