Friday, 12 December 2008
I was in love with the picture
We painted with our imaginations
You were just the embodiment of the dream
The promise, always too good to be true
I hold you, it, us still
In my heart
With nothing now but
You were much better in my head
Than in my heart.
Monday, 8 December 2008
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Monday, 24 November 2008
Friday, 21 November 2008
Thursday, 20 November 2008
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Sometimes your love blinds me
Temporarily you dissolve
Only to resolve ever more clear, pure.
In a cloudless night sky
Your rose is proud, insistent
Gilt-edged petals, luminous
Frame the depth of amity
Solace in warmth
My hand surrounds yours
Your hand coheres with mine
The thorns transfix our mortality
As we read through insidious eyes
Inciting what is ours
I am inside you
You possess me.
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Monday, 10 November 2008
Q. From that low down, dear worm, how do you know where you are?
A. From this low down, i see everything above me.
Q. How do you know what direction to travel in?
A. The sun guides me through the day, the stars at night.
Q. Do you have a destination?
A. My destination? To be where i am.... and to wait for the rain which, hopefully, won't drown me.
Sunday, 9 November 2008
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
What will i do with you?
Will you give me then, the right to abuse you,
Traduce you, take advantage of your love?
Yes, you will give me this right!
What will i present you in return?
How will i repay you?
I will allow you to violate me,
Deceive me and betray me?
Why hold something so precious,
There is no need
As the ache will surely let us fall
I choose to wait for your hand
To encompass me, to hold me
And one day you will find yourself
In my open hand
Disburdened of fear
You won't know how you got there
But you will want to remain there
For where you want to be........
One way, or another
I found you.... You found me
Chance? Accident? Luck? Fate?
There is little chance of two individuals finding one another in such a dense division
Accidents require certain factors to occur which were never present
What of luck? Why weren't we blessed with this prodigious prize before? Long before
Which leaves us with fate! A complex concept to accept
So, what if we just allow ourselves?
Embrace this faith, accept that, one way or another we breathe the same atmosphere.
I subsist in you as you do in me.... and enjoy.
Mr. Travorsky (T:) - Publisher
Secretary (S:) - Secretary
Guest (G:) - Guest
S: Mr. Travorsky, there is a Mr. Barrie here to see you.
T: ........ Yes.... er.... send him in.
S: You sound a bit rough sir, i do hope you are not getting the flu........ Mr. Travorsky will see you now, please enter.
*Mr. Barrie enters the plush office-come-second, third or fourth home. He sees a rather 'young' man standing, staring out of the panoramic windows*
B: Mr. Travorsky?
T: Er.... n.... yes........ Take a seat.... er....
B: Mr. Barrie.... I have an appointment!
T: Appointment, yes, of course........ You're late!
B: Actually I'm...
*Mr. Barrie is rudely interrupted by Mr. Travorsky*
T: Sit.... Sit........ and I'll sit too. On my er.... lovely, comfortable chair here!
*The two men sit, contemplating one another suspiciously*
T: So what are we here for Mr. Br.... Bo....
B: Barrie.... as in J. M. Barrie.
T: Jamboree?! Ha, ha, ha.... Jamboree.
B: My book 'Sweet Potatoes'.... You wanted to....
*Mr. Travorsky interrupts again*
T: Ah, yes, let me just get it up on the screen.
*Mr. Travorsky taps the keyboard in front of him in a nonchalant manner. A recipe for 'Green Spaghetti' appears on the screen which is out of Mr. Barrie's eye line*
T: I've read better Mr. Boree.... I've read worse too! I remember a story about a goldfish and an egg, ha ha ha.... Er, yes.... er....
B: You don't like it?
T: It's not that i don't like it........ It's the book-buying public.... They won't like it! They won't get it! A story about potatoes?!
B: It's about chocolate.... and the demise of the human race!
T: No-one ever died eating chocolate Mr. Boree. You're wasting your time.
B: Then i am sorry for wasting your time Mr. Travorsky, very sorry indeed.
*Mr. Barrie, reluctantly leaves the office, glancing back to see Mr. Travorsky spinning round on his luxurious, swivel chair. Mr. Travorsky enters his office from the adjoining bathroom*
T: Who was that you were talking to Greaves?
G: No-one sir.... Just talking to myself.... no-one special.
T: I have a Mr. Barrie coming to see me shortly, in fact he's a bit late! I didn't think he was the type to be late! Oh well, he is a very rare, raw talent. I'd like you to sit in on this meeting Greaves, you could learn a lot from him. In the meantime could you arrange some tea and biscuits please.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Friday, 31 October 2008
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Pain is a good indication of existence.... and of feeling. Without pain we know no comfort. Everything you are, is all you have been. Would you want to be anyone else??
You expect to feel pain, you will make others feel too. It is human, it is real. It is necessary??
The past cannot be repaired.... but we learn from it. There is no need to bring your suffering with you in every circumstance, to everyone you meet??
We are here now, new to one another, not knowing.... not needing to know....
You are the only person, the only body, you have. One life.... your own. Do with it what you will.
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
If something is real, it stands for the truth. To be true is to feel.
If you feel someone, really 'feel' them, you touch them. Touch their mind, body, heart and soul.... It doesn't get more real than this. Therefore you must truly exist....
I cried, my heart.... Echoed around the world, those hungry, lonely and lost. What was my pain to theirs? I could not eat, i had no friend and i didn't have direction....
What, indeed, was my suffering on that one day, compared to a lifetime of Sundays? Do they have more hope than i? I cut and burned this pathetic life to see if it would end, and did it? Did i lose? Loss is lost only if it was gained. Nothing was gained, nothing real.... just the echoes in a shallow pond. A dazzling, plastic wrapper containing nothing but, sourness. The situation, fruitless. An unripe apple is no use, will not feed the hungry. There is no point feeding the hungry if you cannot eat yourself. What does friendship mean if your stomach is empty? Friendship may fill a cried out heart? Is this where you need your friend to be? To share your pain? I would not share these feelings with the world. The world has its own problems, i will not burden. I will eat, make a friend and find myself once more.... on a sun filled day.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Untied.... uncertain stories with faceless tales.
You won't like me now........ or what i have become. I am still an artist, however, i do not paint any more. A true artist will struggle in life and it is his job to resent the inferior copiers, producers of commercial kitsch. I will not give any more. I refuse to legate my talent to a fat cat which will only make them fatter. She who owns a tower block shaped like a fruit press will not own me or mine. She who squeezes the block's occupants dry. No, she will not benefit from my work. She will not enjoy the benefits of my work again. She whose only talent is to make money from Philistines. She who is not family........ or friend. She whose life is theatre, who is merely an actor. For a true artist does not have a career. These souls you will put on a show for, who are they? Do you really know them or what they really want/need? Will they get to know you........ how i once did? While they exist in your tower block, do you see them? When you make a show to prove you care to mop up their life-blood and tell them all is fair. What happens when you leave? When the cameras stop rolling and the light is taken away? Is it not better to never have known warmth than to experience it for a few minutes in a long, cold lifetime? I know you........ i know you well. You are the privileged girl from one year down who required of me to draw her this and describe her that. And i did........ i did anything i could to please you even though i found you sometimes waring. I knew one day you would return my favours with your kindness........ you were my warmth. So when do we marry as you once promised? When do we come together to see the people we once were........ and who we are now? There is no need........ you see me every day my dear Lucretia as i am your reflection. All you despise in me is all that is within you but, are too scared to acknowledge, to accept or ever dare reveal. Do you recognise me? Do you know me? Did you ever? I am now a part of you but, i always have been........ i was your tower. I tried to please you in every way as i was sure you'd be kind enough to return the favour one day........ i am still waiting........ did you forget about me? How can you bring out the best in someone who you actively avoid? You'll get your tower in the sky one day, you'll find someone only too willing to build it for you. However, it will not be exactly how you want it. You'll need a true artist to give you exactly what you want. Yes, you'll get your plastic tower but it will be the artist in a shoe box who will run free. Yes, you will have your tower but, there will always be a part of you unfulfilled. You'll never see my drawings again. You'll never ask me to draw for you again.