Poetry Blogs (fragments)
As a sapling I was wounded now I'm a crooked tree bearing bitter fruit. I ferment my fruits and drink them as wine. Intoxicated with dark love.
I pursue the wind as life's servant.
Cruelty shapes beauty to take the breath away.
I regret knowledge but not learning. To know certain truths is to harbour a foetus of cancer.
The voice of God should be ignored if you want to remain blissf...
Saturday 28th March 2020 8:16 pm
A short story told me by someone in heaven that loves me:
Once upon a time there were two men who couldn't decide which was the best. They both sequestered themselves away to create great works of art. After a while they both felt they had created a masterpiece. One man showed him his painting. The other played him his composition. They both loved each others work they realised true beauty co...
Wednesday 18th March 2020 9:31 pm
Your hands are maps they show me where beauty lies.
From the deepest night to where? Who can relinquish there Shadows when the light becomes unbearable?
I touch you with my heart and yet yearn to feel you with my skin. If only time would end, my love knows knows no constraint.
Wanting and experience are two different things. Perhaps wantinting is the path that leads us to desires...
Tuesday 17th March 2020 2:51 pm
I feel a desire to derange my senses for a crucifixion to stretch myself across the endless threshold. An intimacy with infinity. I can't help wanting the things that I fear.
Just to sit with you and look at the stars together. How simple how timeless. A moments love lasts beyond a moment.
What has the moon learned from the sun? Lunacy.
Does the sun ever meditate upon the source of its...
Sunday 1st March 2020 1:48 pm
When I listen to Beethoven's 7th symphony I imagine a roman emperor restlessly pacing the halls of the senate at night with the burdens of the state upon his mind.
I want to dance to music no other mortal can hear. The madness of Finnagans Wake filtered through synthesizers and impossible instruments. I want to be as dangerous as a multiplicity of scalpel cuts. ...
Thursday 27th February 2020 12:27 pm
This was copied and pasted from my friend's website the aphorisms are so brilliant that I wanted to share them here.
Antonio Porchia was born in Italy and lived in Argentina from 1911 until his death. All his writings (aphorisms) are contained in one book: Voices (the following quo...
Monday 24th February 2020 1:30 pm
When we put our vulnerability in the hands of another it is misunderstood and spoiled by that misunderstanding.
Words words words just soil filling a grave.
Tuesday 18th February 2020 7:12 am
My imaginary friends comfort my loneliness. To say they are imaginary isn't quite right but I have no labels that fit.
They sit with me and watch my dreams as I sleep.
Nothing can truly satisfy my desires. So I try to rest in the place that they are born from.
I feel so weary with life. The possibility of being incarcerated or persecuted a constant shadow. If I gave up drugs and alcoho...
Monday 17th February 2020 9:14 am
All the animals I love and have forgotten have starved to death. I open the door to their room and it feels like punch of sadness in the gut.
When I slash myself to ribbons with a scalpel I don't take myself seriously. I'm just the punchline of a sick joke.
The pitch dark of depression oozes from my pores.
Kindness is priceless.
Innocence a creation of the wicked...
Thursday 13th February 2020 4:36 pm
The philosophers will burn themselves into fresh air the perfume of truth.
What is truth without a universe of tangible objects?
Is the perceivable reality just an allusion to what is formless? A sign post to the beyond for those no longer satisfied with a physical life?
The unconscious and sex seem to be purely motivated by a fear of death. Without that fear how would people and sexual...
Friday 31st January 2020 12:14 pm
Like love drunk upon the blood of a still beating heart, I come as one into the lions lair to eat the flesh of carnivores.
Her voice is like a gift I wish would never die. I am born anew each time I hear her.
In doubt I am doubted. In love I am far reaching beyond every star. In fire I burn all that burns. In death I am stillness awaiting the call of memories, a sleep that the living pass ...
Monday 6th January 2020 6:09 pm
I didn't like the personality of my father's cock...but I loved the appearance.
"Thanks" exists as a reminder that we care, nothing more.
I am an ocean vomiting seasick upon the shore.
Actors woodenly feel for the flesh of dry and timbrous lines.
Fiction spins webs deeper than the womb.
Charcoal soldiers marchingly grind down to dust. Atissue we all fall down.
Tuesday 17th December 2019 4:22 pm
Seeing is not just reflection the stuff of interpretation is there.
As a little boy I stared at evil unflinching and I fell in love.
"Hello have you got parts of the universe?" misheard question to a neighbour.
Every contented cat is a Buddha.
Tuesday 17th December 2019 4:12 pm
The raindrops fall upon me apologetically.
I prefer to write authors rather than books.
The deafening frequency of my voice that I cannot understand.
The first serial killers of the old testament were tillers of the ground.
Who created time? Isn't it getting a bit old now?
Monday 18th November 2019 6:17 pm
My mind feels like someone is taking their hand out of a glove.
Spider enities tell venomous stories before disappearing.
I have created a penitentiary for penitence that mocks itself.
The universe is a vast copulation.
Adults are lost children denied themselves by denial.
We partake in the destruction of beauty's peak because it is so very beautiful.
I realised the danger of wri...
Friday 6th September 2019 1:15 pm
Howl with lacerations and bleed the cheap absurdity of living. A moment of life like the sweetness of decay just before it turns putrid.
I have just one thing to say.
Leaving just means I'll always be behind you.
Recklessly I wreck myself. I live the thrill of destroying the body and mind. Spite as ecstasy a kind of drunken abandon.
My wine has femented with a destruction so lou...
Tuesday 27th August 2019 7:49 pm
Now the news presenters are like frightened animals we keep as pets.
I've slipped so far below your standards I can't even see you anymore.
She came as a murderer to me killing with pleasure my human innocence.
You can spit in my face but your spitting into the sky.
God is giving birth to deformed angels. The reign of the fallen is close at hand.
Thursday 15th August 2019 4:49 pm
Tranquility in your presents
doves pecking as our kiss is tending
lips lock our mind in a spell, as the doves sing their song, letters spelling in the air.
clouds draw me close for a better look
fractals in the nooks, lump to lump, baby rainbows extend their hand and shake with glee
telling my lover she is the best mother to be
She see's the beauty in my beastial nature, cal...
Thursday 15th August 2019 2:35 am
There is a maturity earned in living an intolerable life. There is also a wild beauty in giving up too.
Writing: a distance that feels intimate.
Some sink their ship's slowly savouring the taste of their subsidment. Others dare to rage into extinguishment.
Raymond Carver "I write to impose my view upon the world."
The endurance of living staggers me in my drunken gait.
I can no long...
Monday 12th August 2019 8:56 am
In reaching out for kindness I hold onto life's tenuous grip. I feel the despair of the autumn leaf that cannot fall.
The appearance of beauty is a superficiality whose well of creation is endless as it is inspirational.
She does not speak english if she does it is purely incidental for she speaks the language of the unconscious.
Sometimes we lose the ones we love when we choose to get l...
Thursday 8th August 2019 5:40 pm
The minutiae of violence subtly transmitted in the space of a thought arising. We convey infinities when our eyes touchlessly touch.
At times I hear the discourse of two angels endlessly debating the right and wrong of my every action.
Monday 5th August 2019 12:15 pm
They don't despise me. That is love.
If I revolt, consider the ugliness of your revulsion. Don't confuse your inspiration with its offspring.
I strike true...past the heart of your defenses...but you must distance yourself with walls that don't exist.
I speak to wake the eroticism that sleeps in every heart.
We are not hand-in-hand but hand-inside-hand.
I held her so close we both d...
Monday 5th August 2019 10:46 am
What isn't glimpses itself through a refraction of words.
Words that only see themselves preach blindness.
I touch to know touch. Gentler than the whisper of a breeze, softer than the skin of water.
Nightmares like weeds are virulent they grow everywhere.
Suicide: a moment of anguish before the calm.
One more poem then I'll love you unseen. One more...the excuse of living.
Friday 2nd August 2019 10:15 am
Pleasure a form of happiness that survives in the most extreme regions of human experience.
Sometimes sadness was a candle flame held beneath the heart. At some point all feelings become assimilated by the pain until it can no longer hurt.
The universe isn't evil just profoundly innocent. It is we who are too complex.
True beauty does not deny ugliness.
I can't help...
Thursday 1st August 2019 12:44 pm
Life a game of solitaire that imagined there were others.
I smoke and drink now but the difference between now and the past is that I no longer view it as a bad habit but instead I give myself entirely to it with love.
Love is a complexity few are willing to encompass, understand or accept.
Sometimes I think of my betrayal of William S Burroughs and I hope my writing softe...
Thursday 1st August 2019 11:37 am
A library of empty books is every child. To put your mark upon virgin pages is either to embellish or stain.
Curiosity gave birth to the curious cat. Every questioner is killed by the answer.
Nonsense contains the inner wisdom of absurdity.
Elegance pleases beauty and love is our tutor.
Philosophers use words to create new skies. Nietzsche the unfurling of a storm. Wittgenstein a sky w...
Wednesday 31st July 2019 12:37 pm
I felt I had betrayed her when I said I loved poetry. I hurt with it and desired to forget. She is all I remember.
Acceptance is love like the shade that dapples the tulip.
The voice unseen mirrors me.
I was happy perhaps it never ends.
Wounds like tides pulling currents.
Charm a soft yellow glow. Her words the clouds of endless possibility.
We invent a dance that can't be dance...
Tuesday 30th July 2019 5:48 pm
We are in love with the sacred angels of youth. You may look upon the same images as us but you will never lose your breath to their beauty as we do. We are isolated by the preference of our singular perception.
We breathe the air of damp despair within the silent chamber of our cracked and broken heart.
Deviancy is the blasphemous prayer we sing silently night and day in our heart...
Sunday 28th July 2019 12:23 pm
An eye contact so forceful it leaves bruises.
If you want to create a nation of sincere people give them war and concentration camps.
Sleep the motion of stillness a wave of silence.
Sleep: In the absence of all stimuli we forget we exist.
Sappho does not mourn burned papyrus but deaf ears. For she is still singing and no one hears her.
They feed the malnourished with delicious dece...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 5:45 pm
Lost in my desire to hold thin air tight to me your love commits me to murder my heart. I am swollen with desire for our never ending union. Lost without ever knowing a home. Your sadness is a grace that's tender and touchless. I feel you within me without boundaries or limits. Gentle and dark, obscene and depraved I thirst to give you my blood as much as you thirst to consume it.
I write for t...
Sunday 2nd June 2019 11:19 pm
Painting by Stephen Mackey
Perhaps physical immortality will become the disease of our future? The suicides and murders will remain and their groans will become the enduring echoes of our days and nights.
I have no outlet for a despair that's too wide for the dialation of poetry or speech.
A thousand sad disfigured eyes blink up at me from the bubb...
Friday 29th March 2019 4:35 am
An orchestra of babysitters.
The children grew up and I never named them. I forget you see.
Something came inside me and disappeared like the memory of skin on skin.
I write the endurance of life's marathon. Weary but compelled.
I travelled down the oesophagus of a wire and landed in the belly of a lightbulb. Blew myself out to escape the tyranny of ligh...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 11:56 pm
Angel hair and open spilling guts hideous with intestinal snakes slithering over the floor.
I have become an illusion of arrival.
To write from stillness is to seeth still deeper than the storm.
I screamed a red skinless face. Proffered my head to the world for a beheading.
To be born in outline only. I held a bawling pastry cutter.
Assay the killed stag of childhood. I am wor...
Friday 15th March 2019 2:54 pm