Tuesday 1 March 2011

Monday 8 June 2009

creamy dreams of green

run for the hills
you homebound child.
im trying very hard
aaaooow
grabbing your hands
my grin flowing out
of your bedroom window
kites, red and black!
your hands are getting sweaty as
i march you up the hill
i turn your head
with a twist
to look at your life.
the same world as i live in
occasionally.


im trying very hard
you have your eyes shut.
i drag you through the pub
call a pint in and
pour it down your shirt.

i leaned in to a man
another man
and your eyes shut tighter.
you have so much love
coming in from places everywhere.

i get you up
we walk to the canal
your on your knees
using my gun i hit your arse
in you go.
setting fire to the bridge.
cars catch the flames
it looks pretty you know darling.
you look dead
floating away.

i want you back
wading, coming up fast.
i hold you
still you sleep.

hoping you'll wake
i leave you
creamy dreams of green.
you may understand.
but i have my doubts.
my love.


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as we look right up
were not seeing blue
it is lemony sweet
and purple haze.
i cannot breathe
you cannot breathe
i love you
i love you
i love you
with all my senses
opened up.

your a bright bright man
like a little child
with his machines.
i love to keep you in my warm ocean.
i love to set my eyes on yours.

it hurts becasue i cannot tell you with words
i could fly
with my energy
i love you
i want you
can you take my love
can i take yours
its so powerful
i hope the world can see.
work is nothing.

i love you
meet and shop :)
buy some wine,
go to your house
get ready
eat something small.
drink some wine.
catch a bus.
drinks.
dance :)
sit by the canal in the fading sun.
smoking lauging,
choke on the hazy day.
laugh about the silly things.
and the things we know well.

a busy club
got some light!
strobes going!

Sunday 7 June 2009




THE PERFECT RELEASE

Time is change
Change is time.
Sleep is long
Long is love
The hurt and pain
The wait in vain
The lust of your date
The filthy weight.
Before I knew you existed
I new you would make me happy
I hadn’t met you
You hadn’t met me
And all the time
All I was waiting for
was a dreamOf the 8th line.
One I thought would never come.
I never thought id find anything else here.
But oh how I have felt.
You have found a pearl.
And I have found life.

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REALLY TRAVEL

i can time travel
and never thought it was a possibility
it comes to me
in sleep
and waking in anothers bed.
you dont dig any tunnels.
you dont chant scriptures.
you dont stare into space,
or stand in tin boxes.
just speeding my energy
back far back
but it takes heart,
and the turmoil
of daily proceedures,
which you would rather not have occur.
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ARE WE UNDERSTOOD
its not understood
yet we march
with some sort of sickenning love
on our shoulders.
oncoming traffic
to the curdling waves.
down in my hollow caves.
i do want to live but i cant like this.
and im getting old quicker lately.
im searching for my cold gold,
it was warm
but the rainbow went so long ago
when i loved a man who loved me
i new a father and a mother
im growing old
cant you let me in
now the waves are coming.
drive with me
gone gone can you see the cows
and ooh the pretty buildings.
oh this is getting old
but its the way the conversation must be.
maybe one day i will see im growin old
growing gold thats doing me no good.

Saturday 6 June 2009

The picture below was taken in scotland - ullapool. It was so beautiful and i advise you take a trip, but summer - not so good, the midges!

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THE WORLD ON A BOY

one day he felt low, he loved this girl but she was so out of reach.the saddest thing was she was standing right inforn of him. that day the weather was breezy, overcast and the mood it brought was that of being lost. he made his way into school, checking his hair in a window reflection, and breathing deeply. his father was so stressed out, it was as though at times almost posessed. as he left his fathers car that morning, he felt so tearfull, the walls of his world began uncontrollably melting. sometime in that long day he got out his tin. he sat amoungst the earth and drew a deep breath, the aroma rose as his senses heightened. he picked himself up hoping to feel euphoric and relaxed. as he walked into the school his body began to morph, the faces of the people were the tinniest bricks in the wall as he shot of into space through light years.later that day talking to the lady he loved became hard as he found it no easier, he struggled on and grew tired, tripping with his paint. he let it slosh about. his lady noticed him only a little for reasons not of any importance to him.again that day he checked his eyes in a mirror the panick set in, they were bludshot, golfballs splattered in red paint. and were thoses eyes his? was this life a joke? was this the trueman show? and those deeper thoughts got too deep, they dug and dug and dug until he was left alone shaking in his bed. his heart raced that night, he thought of the future and the dread began to spread over his slender body......