What the space of desire, requires, inspires, within us within us is strange. How the space we desire, the moves are required the people inspired – we’re strange. How the strange, are required, they look, they desire, the space we require it’s strange. How the space we desire, inspires within us the stranger, the danger, we’re safe.…
Category: Poetry
No this ain’t a purse, it’s a satchel
Consider a flower, pink petals pinched by passers by in the garden where it once knew as home, as a space to grow. Consider a home, projected onto a world unknown unto it, unable to grow to accommodate for a flower. Consider a space, undefined save for a flower trying to make a home within it, to grow.…
And the winds and the waves
And the wisps and whims of the wills and the ways and the weight of the whim which the whales sold the waves and the ways that the winds ride the waves. Ride the waves And the way that the winds wind and whip from the west and the whims of the wills wind and shape, grind and…
Nostalgia
I used to enjoy playing with words, twisting around nouns, stepping past verbs sprinkled with basil, thyme, sage – I wrote lyrical herbs. I used to dance around alliteration, like a free Freddy, I’d forget the fucking frustration, like a tall tree, I’d taste the temptation, light up their eyes with knowledge, and savor the sensation. It…
Remember
Remember the romantic. Remember that you had him once, deep inside you. Remember the hours you spent, honest in your search for truth. Remember that you once knew happiness. That before your feet grew weary, you knew how to dance. Remember the romantic. Remember walking down the street singing with whichever brothers you found by your side. Remember love. Remember…
Keep Dancing
I would like to propose a metaphor. Let’s assume that you exist. Not only that you exist but that your existence is consequential. That your actions will actually have an impact on the world. Now, let’s build on this assumption and say that you exist within a given context. And that the world around you took as much part in…
Travel On
You owe your freedom to yourself. This is not a rallying call. A call to fight against or to challenge. Rather it is a call to question. Identify your freedoms and pursue them. Work towards something rather that away from it. Work at a deliberate pace, always being cautious of your fellow labourer – they too have their struggle. Find…
Menediction
This one, then is for the men who destroyed themselves that others might live. I write for my father, the saxman and my uncle, the painter. For the men who let their bodies be the bridge between the past and the future. Who remained firm, refused to break – broke anyway. For the misplaced aggression, for the protection, for the…
The things we try to catch
The things we try to grasp are fleeting. We see them as they fly by and chase them down the rabbit hole, never stopping for tea. We stay eyes opened waiting for one to pass by in the periphery, barely visible. The things we try to catch are like the eye of the stepper to the roaming flanker, to notice…