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.