On a street without rooms the ink on these long forgotten walls cries out with a voice that knocks on the doors of our understanding searching for substance eager for purpose pleading for life on its journey from our minds... Continue Reading →
It’s not unusual to carry one’s mind about with them- like a loaded gun ...to let it wander (on occasion) through the doors of imagination ....to watch dreams become the flesh that clothe the dry bones of barren futures ....no,... Continue Reading →
It’s not everyday I see the self portrait of my soul with its uneven contours and discoloured patterns And see here- the jagged stitching across the chest? That’s scarring from when my heart was ripped out.... then repaired trampled ......... Continue Reading →
To those who have been promised tomorrow and throw caution to the wind today and have not learned the lessons of yesterday How do you do it? For those who have hidden their nightmares better than others -leaving them free... Continue Reading →
Oh Dear, there’s a war inside your head and neither side can win and neither side is right but it still rages on Dear, there are ruins in your soul from an ancient civilization completely unknown The journey from mind... Continue Reading →
You sit on your throne surrounded by admirers who hang onto every droplet of spit from your mouth .....unaware of the poison in them They drink greedily -as you slowly kill them with your lies They die bowing to you... Continue Reading →
On the way to purpose is a road paved with plans -with potholes of mistakes and puddles of complication And just to add some spice.... are a myriad of land mines that are guaranteed to blow up your life But... Continue Reading →
There’s nothing maladroit about picking up your broken pieces It may be a war that rages within your bones It may be thoughts that scatter like rotting teeth after a bar fight It may even be frozen breath- too strangled... Continue Reading →
Our minds tell us to stay where we are ..not to rock the boat to ignore that mountain but there’s the other half of it ...words we hear only in the darkroom telling us to detest mediocrity to embrace and... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 