Monday, September 28, 2009


Idle chatter on a star-lit night,
dancing with words
& exploring thoughts.

Then a plane jets off and a rabbit runs by the runway.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Strap on the puppet strings and take the world for a spin!

So he strapped on the puppet strings and took the world for a spin.

As he span and he span he took a look what he saw.
It seemed wonderful, he seemed in awe.

But through ever pore, he felt and he felt,
company would certainly add a lot more.

Then memories swim into his head millions of miles an hour.
This journey was about simplifying, experience-ifying and singulatity-fying.

What there's then to do?

But to strap on the puppet strings and take the world for a spin!

Mystery in the night.

In the attic space he rented for half his wage, the man flung off his overcoat and began to paint that canvas more colours than anyone had ever seen.

He painted a leather-clad mystery, jetting through the night on his motorcycle. Mission in mind he fled along the forest highway, focused and intent. But what was his intent?

There it was. There was his prize, his purpose and his goal.
...just off the edge of the frame.

Monday, September 14, 2009


He read a little this and that.
A slight surprise here. He might even have raised an eyebrow if he could.

He throws down the paper and laughs it off.
A hearty laugh drowns this ticking brain.

A spark has fed the engine and now the cogs turn.

Let's play a game.

And everything had changed.

I was tired.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them everything had changed.

Through the leaves of trees above I could see the sky above that, flooded with the pounding light of our star.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them everything had changed.

Through the vines, in the dark I could see the half squirell half man forraging for scraps in the dumpsters.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them everything had changed.

I jumped over the pipe, slightly missing the man eating plant, jumped on a turtle and kicked it's shell of the cliff.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them everything had changed.

I swept my hands over the coarse linen of the bed. Who knew being on a remote island could be so cool?

I closed my eyes and when I opened them everything had changed.

With nothing but a sword and buckler I skillfully danced my way through the army or armoured rhinoes.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them everything had changed.

Lying front down with my head peeking over the edge, I spotted the jagged cliffs, waves raging against them, and I closed my eyes.

Everything, always changed.

So I let go.

A Scene.

He sat in the old green armchair, sunken into it's 10 years thin cushioning.
A pale thin light drifted in through the big pane window which looked out onto the cold, damp, and abandoned street.

It was such a quiet neighbourhood at this late time of the morning.

Sitting in his shorts he kept looking back to his legs. He traced his fingers slowly and felt through the strong, firm muslces around his thigh. He could see the well defined muscles there and every now and then he might tense and relax the muscle, to remind himself it was alive, and a part of him.

Taking a deep breathe and remembering how thirsty he was, he turned his head left to the girl sitting on the table beside him.


Such a pretty face.

From under her plain thin white chiffon dress she had the palest legs. Thin legs. Supple. You would have to search long to find muscle there. Likely you'd find bone first. but not before softness.

Her smell and the smell or the roses in the garden in the yard brought his attention back to the window.

He closed his eyes in the silence and exhaled.


Friday, September 11, 2009


And so, he decided an adventure was in store.
It was time to leave the earth.

As he floated, yeah floated, right up through the sky,
Yes, oh yes, he decided to die.

That part which fed the bad,
would be gone in a day.
It was time to float up, yes up through the sky.

And so he grew through a cloud, through a plant, through the soil, to the bricks of a house.
Square, din, and boring, he decided to to move, with a grin.

"A grin!?", that could mean he be lying!
Nature sings and calms the soul, no sin, no untruths shall be done here today.

Smiles come and wander, and they linger about.

It's time to move on from the house.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Everything is Clear

He runs in strong and measured paces, with a determined but happy smile.
In the glass before him he can see his form rise and fall, rise and fall.
He can feel his breath moving, his chest too rising, falling, rising, falling...

Beads of sweat meander through his hair, then drip, drip, drop,
down onto his neck and down the rest of his body,
his skin glows gently in the soft artificial light.

He savours the sight of his toned musles, sliding and contracting under his skin.
It's a sight that reminds him that after all, he's just another wild beast in this world.

The point arrives.

Chemicals begin to trace themselves through every tunnel and cavity in his body.

The neurons start to dance through his brain.

He is once more, born into the world, new, and fresh.

Everything is clear.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Time to go outside.

Listening to Moby - Play.

Who am I? Who are we?

I see and I feel and I experience so much around me. There are endless gifts and treasures, abounding in every direction. But who am I? Where do I fit into this scheme of things?

I have thoughts, but by what are my thoughts guided? By everything I've learnt.
And from where have I learnt? From my environment.

So uncertainty, and this craving for understanding is natural..?

I've grown to believe the only way to get anywhere in life is to know where you're going, to set a path, then to take one foot after another and put them closer to where you want to go.

Where am I going?

I'm going to a place where I'm constantly in awe of all around me, and all within me,
where I'm completely open to the world around me, where I'm completely transparent.
I'm going to be light hearted, and face the world in good humour,
I'm going to face the world. I will not turn away from truth or experience.

How will I choose experiences?

I will only experience that which does not impose on the experience of others.
I will seek sustainable good feelings, for me and for those around me.
I will seek variety in my experiences, to broaden my horizons.
I will seek to experience from others shoes, to grow.

I think that I am inside too much. It's time to go outside. Outside my views...