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Leave Yourself Behind
A decade on, decade long
a journey
I’ve been filling this space with lines
you can follow them if you like
I’ve gone from ‘putting out’ only
to taking in, to loving others’ work
and learning
I hear their voices in my own words now
I’ve been leaving myself behind
these past ten years
writing wrongs
trying to find that spark
It’s said ‘don’t stay in any place too long
when you’re ...
Saturday 14th December 2019 11:30 am
Savaged Soul
If I knew your poetry would suddenly
disappear,
I would have memorized
every poem,
to comfort me
when I feel alone.
Your words help heal
my savaged soul.
I'm sad you had to go.
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https://youtu.be/OeP4FFr88SQ
Saturday 14th December 2019 5:25 am
when my pencil hits the paper
when my pencil hits the paper
and my brain begins to race,
my hand cannot keep up
with the unruly pace.
my scribbles become springs
bouncing up and down the page
with an energy quite erratic,
full of angst, or joy, or rage.
I submit myself to thee,
oh Goddess of the pen!
I beg for illumination,
for the power to go within
to unearth the sticky...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 5:28 am
Wish You Were Here
Wish you were here,
to break down all the differences,
to shake down all the borders,
to melt down all the distance,
to connect all the figures
in the right place.
What else could, what else could confront us?
In the same way we breath,
in the same way we cry,
wish you were here,
tonight when the whole world is empty
and there is no one left to die.
Wish you were here,
to create all...
Saturday 23rd November 2019 12:23 pm
Crooked Café
I used to hate this part of town
After London
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street
And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
gives u...
Friday 15th November 2019 11:38 am
Why Poems?
Poems are my photographs
my diary
my inner monologue
poems are my measurement
my record
the fingerprints of emotions
invisible no more
Poems are my expression
the sum of interactions
they show my working out
Poems are the breath
of lost lovers
against my neck
Poems are my kisses
for my family and my friends
the hugs I seldom give
And your poems...
your poems keep me company
a l...
Sunday 3rd November 2019 2:11 pm
Writing Moment
Finger and thumb
Wrapped around
A pen
Wrote a few words
Full stopped.
Then started again
Monday 28th October 2019 10:42 am
Do it anyway
Expressing isn't always about impressing
Sometimes it's a confession
Or the regression of a memory
It might even be
About a maybe
A one day me
That I only see
Approximately more clearly
When it's put into words
It could seem absurd
When it's read
Or tis' heard
But they must be released
In order to cease
My mental marathon
When a...
Sunday 20th October 2019 12:42 am
Abandoned
Feeling down
because my muse
abandoned me again.
Maybe to teach me
another lesson
about leaning on him,
instead of mining inspiration
from deep within.
Seeking satisfaction
outside ourselves
is perhaps the greatest sin.
It is a game no one wins.
So, back to the blank page I go.
Just me and my pen.
Friday 11th October 2019 3:40 pm
Technique
The way I write…
I brainstorm twenty titles
words or phrases
that sound good to me
that subconsciously
already feel like parts of me
then I refine them
and refine them
pile them up around my feet
And when I’m in the mood to write
I’ll either start writing
(with aim or aimlessly)
until I get stuck
then I grab a title
work it in the lock
release whatever’s hidden
(and it feels good...
Wednesday 9th October 2019 2:25 pm
Lunar
Poems are like moons
reflecting past light
back down towards me
when I choose to look
Mind and creation
coexisting
at a respectful distance
Purged
with so much space between us
I no longer live
through the poems
they’re just reflections now
Beneath the busy sky
I’m free
and living life...
(Inspired by Cynthia's moon poems)
Saturday 28th September 2019 11:36 am
Rough Diamond
More on the whole writing process, & turning your scribbled notes into something....
Mining my mind
For Diamonds
Rough Nuggets
On Notes
Are the
Shy Ones
Got To
Polish 'em Out
Nice & Shiny
Won't Let
These
Self Doubts
Defy Me
Monday 26th August 2019 11:43 am
WHERE IS THE MAGIC? - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes and whirlwinds,
oceans and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see the destiny in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass, alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain, fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has nev...
Sunday 25th August 2019 4:33 pm
Iridescent
Observe dear, the way August hides
it's luminescence,
absorbs it's magic through the veins of our town,
going back in time, conquering places,
searching for the last tone to catch
the sound.
And it looks like we were here before,
and it looks like we are still part of
one whole,
this lifestyle blew us out of control,
all that we left,
hidden tattoos on our soul.
Saturday 24th August 2019 8:02 pm
Baltimore
Baltimore.
Burned out, hidden from the crowds inside of stranger's minds,
there are things to be found
in a time after time...after time.
But look,
not always you can read the last memories
inside of the universe book,
you always share what it takes
but now it gets more than you took.
No, stranger!
Nothing left to be undermined,
simple, eternal, contagious,
chasing ashes from those emp...
Friday 16th August 2019 5:33 pm
Escape
Close your eyes, escape,
one weightless breath after another,
at the time when universe slips out of your hand,
but to live, to feel and to die when
two worlds crashes into each other,
and the atoms dissolve into the sand.
Friday 2nd August 2019 2:41 pm
Murmur Love
Don’t be scared to put it out there
Don’t be scared to speak
sometimes what you choose to make
is pure gold
Don’t be afraid to paint what you love
Don’t be afraid to create
some things are bigger than you ever knew
eternal beyond our lives
I say go
and keep going
go and keep going
murmur love, if that’s all you’ve got
I love the way you carve it
I love the way you write
I love ...
Thursday 25th July 2019 3:28 pm
You Are My Priest
Is it not the beads you count
Is it not that blessing
Is it not your seated position
on the far side of the screen
It’s here I come and spill
twisting myself as rope
endlessly unknotting
a constant confessional
And through the cracks
behind the mesh
I feel your furtive eyes
licking my salacious lines
Dear reader
you are my witness
you are my priest
Is it not the way you br...
Monday 24th June 2019 8:12 pm
Pi
Someday we'll find a way to
protect our dreams and seek our hopes,
words - soft as July's razors
disappearing path, forbiden trace,
screaming loud, carving into stones - deliverance, replace -
''true love hurries but it always waits'',
never...in the same place.
Someday we'll find a way to
fly away and disappear,
going higher as we never did before,
staring at the same old mindless m...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:06 pm
Chasing Light
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead,
turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
keeping all the truths that we want to destroy
but we ought to protect,
see... I am nothing but a builder
but tonight I dreamt I was
an architect.
Momentum holds and it wouldn't rest,
dissolved in same old liquid mess,
vibrating body around its perfect chest
somehow.. still trying to discon...
Saturday 15th June 2019 8:21 pm
If Poems Were Paintings (A Scabrous Fantasy, Written After Watching J. Koons at Work On BBC4)
This poem was painstakingly transcribed by 23 unpaid
interns labouring under my cool, indifferent 'tutelage'
(and who, after each day's work is finished, in bars and cafés
across the city will pretend to their friends how valued
they're made to feel as students and protegés of mine.)
E...
Sunday 2nd June 2019 6:45 am
A Few Lines Conceived In Poor Mimickry (A Mere Matter Of Minutes After Concluding A Biography Concerning That Conceited, If Colourful Cove, Coleridge)
I, too have watched a myriad words die,
all for want of you, fearless audience -
your special someone with that kindly eye
and ear who could best, sans wilful offence
urge me to test myself, by composing
a thousand lines and honing them to one.
Your wisdom, without combative ego's
ingrown need to sound 'clever' (not far gone
in self-esteem, I mean) might serve adv...
Sunday 26th May 2019 7:20 am
Dancing Shadows
Right there in front of our eyelids. Beating sylhouettes, shaking waves, swallowing the last crystals from the ground. Transcending the sounds with a great rage and leaving the pace behind while calling it unsuccessfully back again. At the place where paleness combines with moonlight in the most disasterous ways, protecting their last luminescence alive.
Shadows dancing through shadows of...
Friday 24th May 2019 7:18 pm
Scarlet
With the rain we met and walked in,
after storms, flames and fire,
protecting ourselves somewhere in between,
sharing moments, fears, desires...
With all the steps we need to take,
living through our days, through our nights,
nothing left to tell my little one,
you are always in my head..I am always by your side.
With the rain we meet here again,
and my promises that i try to keep.
I...
Tuesday 7th May 2019 9:48 pm
Good Morning Dear You
There's not much i want to tell,
this early calls, fading light,
with morning girl we're ought to sail,
coming slowly, going by,
leading us to fairytale.
And suddenly I became aware,
suddenly it's you all i wanna see,
stored and wrapped in your morning spell,
I hope you feel allright,
I hope you've slept well.
Tuesday 7th May 2019 9:13 pm
Hello
Hello from the other side,
from protected words, created lights,
as something small,
something right,
distant signal, so hard to recognize.
I don't feel I can...no I can't,
I can't really write tonight.
Hello from the city streets,
purple in the deep, fading lights
with contrast of white on white,
shattered through the dark,
broken in their half,
epitomized.
I am sorry cause I can't...
Saturday 20th April 2019 9:50 pm
Mortality
Mortality stalks me
like a jealous lover.
Breathlessly follows me
wherever I go, incessantly
banging a gong,
chanting,
it won't be long,
come to me, let
the pain end.
My eternal soul sees
this game of mortal gods
and challenges me
to go where mortals
fear to tread...
Meditate in silent space
past the black hole,
beyond illness,
depression, despair
to that ...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 5:35 pm
The Writer's Plight
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
Write or Wrong
I write, but I may be wrong
So I cross things out as I go along
Sometimes I will uncross too
Go back, revisit, start anew.
I write, but I may not know
The proper style or way to go
To free the feelings that I feel
And portray them true, with zest and zeal.
I write, but sometimes I ask
What is the purpose of this task?
Does any body realy care
To see and hear what I...
Saturday 6th April 2019 2:44 pm
writing
iv never read a full book
but I can't stop writing
when I write i dont think
iv got dishes piled up in my sink
my bedding needs changing
and my bath needs a clean
I'm 30 odd and live like a teen
my floors not a floor I call it a floor-drobe
I have no idea how to maintain a wardrobe
doors hanging off ..my child needs a new bed
I'd rather write this poem instead
the...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 11:53 pm
A Poem a Day
Oh NaPoWriMo
how you challenge me.
Calling me to rhyme on time
when I would rather procrastinate
with this talent of mine.
A poem a day keeps the doldrums away.
Read it, write it, recite it,
makes no difference
to me.
Just do what you can
with what you've got
and see how happy
you will be!
Monday 1st April 2019 5:46 pm
Wish You Were Here
Wish you were here,
to break down all the differences,
to shake down all the borders,
to melt down all the distance,
to connect all the figures
in the right place.
What else could, what else could confront us?
In the same way we breath,
in the same way we cry,
wish you were here,
tonight when the whole world is empty
and there is no one left to die.
Wish you were here,
to create all...
Thursday 28th March 2019 9:39 pm
Rainbow
Waves of colours cruising across the passage of time..
Crimson violent rages of youth determined to wipe out grime..
Yet xanthous cowardly and naive
ways
To unlearn safe lessons to
appraise
Uplifting hues of orange turns addictive..
Materialism and fame gets alliterative
Leaden grey old age brings listful weariness..
Rainbows of life are mere shades of misery and ecstatic happiness...
Thursday 21st March 2019 9:17 am
Writers Block
The words don't flow as they used to
The lines don't form as well
My mind seems stuck in idle
Awaiting thoughts to swell
Each day I live, I see so much
It should inspire something
Yet when I sit to write it out
My brain comes up with nothing
Tuesday 19th March 2019 9:08 pm
Words
Take some words
And write them down
Give them life
Give them sound
Twist them
Turn them
Make them real
Let them become
Whatever you feel
3/2018
Sunday 3rd March 2019 12:56 am
Y Lolfa
My rhymes form in clouds
over the arm chair
beside my note books
and the fire
My lines are captured
and preserved
in the remains of the forest
immortalised on its pulp
My words are held captive awhile
in the bright prison cells
where machines etch their pain
on smooth white sheets
My once quiet thoughts crash
noisily onto the leaves
again and ...
Monday 18th February 2019 9:53 am
When She Left
the pain of the vacant page stage
for the dance
of my pen
the fear of the frozen mind blind
to the hope
of a rhyme
the silence of an empty house spouse
to the song
of my word
the hush of unwanted time chime
t...
Friday 15th February 2019 12:08 pm
No Rush
I think we can be something special,
So let's just take it slow,
And wait until we're ready,
To decide where this goes.
There's no need to rush,
Because I'll always be here,
Today, tomorrow,
For the next million years.
-tae
Saturday 26th January 2019 9:22 pm
Summer And Everything After
Don't look the other way
the view can take me from you.
It's all written there
what we chasing..
Now it's the other way
don't let me fall from there.
The moment that we wanted
is fading..
I am not worried
I am not worried
everything changes
I am never worried
I am never worried
time is still fading
around you..
i swear it's true..
Ten thousand miles away
your shadow is danci...
Friday 25th January 2019 4:34 pm
February Scars
Take your pills
bury them somewhere,
on a road
that leads to nowhere,
we fall
like leafs on the ground.
Melt your swett
drope it around me,
turn the radio gatter the fallen stars,
bring your february
scars.
Let's pretend
we have no money,
close your eyes
lay upon me,
the whole world
is what we are trying to forget.
Let's pretend
we have no problems
get your things
and ...
Friday 25th January 2019 4:20 pm
Veronica
Veronica,
with a bullet in hands
with a smile on her face
with eyes full of betrail
she walks down the hill
Veronica,
this night is'nt fair
you just can't compare
your eyes with the grail
underestimating pain
And she walks
with a bullet in hands
and eyes full of betrail.
God knows
they're just a silver
scrapes in
may.
And she hates
her steps in the sand
and her crown has...
Thursday 24th January 2019 2:18 pm
Try
Take your every step you've walked,
pretend you walk a mile from here
and go again
Show me how'd you get so far,
show me your forgotten call
and i'll be there...
Building up your silhouettes
building up your silhouettes
and going out again.
Take your dreams and fake them right,
fake them right once in a while
and walk away.
All you are is step in time,
dust is grey and rain is...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 6:09 pm
Catching Signals
With every visible light
shades dissappears along the way,
burned to the ground,
invisible coloured sound,
restless needle in a hay.
Siting on the top,
catching signals with my brain,
exhausted, terryfied
from the crowd below
how is it possible to feel
so stuck in time, so alone?
With every visible light
shades turned out again,
arising from the ashes
visible colourblind man,
...
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 7:09 pm
She
She's a creator
She's always bright
She's a general
in black and white.
She put's her problems
down on the line,
She's out of control when
nothing is fine.
She means something,
she keeps something,
she means something,
something away,
to me,
from me.
She is so calm
when no one is around.
She's a believer
with hands on the ground.
She's a poet
fingers on the screen.
She's ...
Monday 21st January 2019 4:09 pm
Melancholia In May
Sun is now on the top again
swallowing the rest of our memories,
protecting the remains of the day,
keeping all the moments,
keeping them all the way....down.
Hey, forget your pride
there is nothing left to say
nothing stronger, nothing deeper than
melancholia in May.
Don't collapse, stand up to your sense, your life,
store them somewhere else,
keeping them away, breaking them apart,
...
Monday 21st January 2019 1:36 pm
Echoes
Echoes,
echoes in the dark chasing us away..
chasing us..
away.
Echoes,
echoes.. are still down there,
..there they are trying to hear our call,
call them to come around we are almost free, almost there,
almost there..
..fallen angels on the ground..
on the ground..
broken needle in a hay ..
in a hay.
Echoes,
echoes .. forever and before,
..before we weren't the same in their e...
Sunday 20th January 2019 9:04 pm
Visitor
Take me through your mind,
through all the things we need to face,
broken trails hard to find,
full of strangers
following their paths,
protecting their days.
Take me through your land
through the eyes of different people
scattered in the dark,
with no reason for a blame,
we are here just for a while,
our fears are all the same.
Take me through your beauty
carneval lights falling...
Sunday 20th January 2019 8:09 pm
Dream About Absolute Freedom
Doesn't always have to be right
dream about absolute freedom
fading boredom, breading soil
remember the world's silence
through the spark of the time
calm and sublime, calm and sublime
dream about wisdom?...No,
dream about absolute freedom.
Changing morbid statues
around the neck of the nature
spelling words, creating magic
fading moments hard to catch them,
leaving you in thoughts, le...
Sunday 20th January 2019 6:52 pm
Trace
Take me away,
far from nuances of life,
far away through different times,
different truths, different minds,
hiding the dust, stretching our hands
closer to our dead, misguided breed.
Take me away from these wild,
lost in a crash, elevated rivers,
green tables, empty crowds,
part of the glory still lingers,
through laughter and torrent
it will never melt down.
Feel the emptiness as а p...
Sunday 20th January 2019 6:31 pm
Blue
Blue..all the spheres inside of us
blue as the wall above trust
above wish, above lust.
Taken away by the time and our past,
blue as the street, narrow and wide
with unforgettable dancing parade
where our dark souls collide.
Blue as night on Paris streets,
dancing moonlight on the paving stones
for the time we missed and replace,
for the trust we've forever lost.
Blue...all the sphe...
Sunday 20th January 2019 5:28 pm
Life in another life.
As I rush to the future the past hangs on
like a long day on a summer day. The need for self endulgenment urges to keep going. Dont look back it say as a rush of memories go by . Times up it says.
The outside is not connected with the
inside and they are separated by decades of urgency . So much to change so much to do. so much to make up for with no energy to move ...
rush rush! t...
Monday 7th January 2019 6:17 am
The Bleeding Edge
The razor thin space between
stimuli and response
is decision.
I decided to put a
romcom relationship
where love never ends
and be, just friends.
It was a defining decision.
He decided that without
certain stimuli, there would be
no response, just an end.
Tempting as it is to give in
to conditioned responses,
I'm riding the razor's edge
into a new frontier...
A pla...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 6:57 pm
Naked Souls
Poetry is a
refuge for
a lonely life
the antidote
for pain
and strife
warm words
blanketing
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
while w...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am
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