Nothing can twist your heart and mess with your mind more, nothing can slice through your soul with more ease like a hot knife through butter. Chills tingle down the spine, goose bumps pop with a shivering touch, a face from whenever and more.
Does your memory scare you, does it pick those perfect moments to whisper a name or flash a thought that sinks your heart? Do you find a revery in solitude but sob at the loss of something you can’t quite touch?
As you sift through your life, events build, time gathers more than dust. The bitter with the sweet, the warmth with the chill, the ecstacy with the depths of despair. Your time here is mixed and melted and ground and salted with tears.
You are alone in a vast seething crowd, you are a speck on the beach, a single mind in a sea of thought. But even when calm, even when the softness of love holds you close, then is the time. Beware the ghosts.
For a time it settles
A beautiful fully formed thing
A mystery a gift
For a moment it fills the air
With Gentle but vibrant colour
A life, natures kiss
Then it is gone
And all around seems bare empty
But remember the joy
Of a simple thing a miracle
The melancholy mist
Let it always live
In a special corner
Where corn fields grow
A treasured thing to keep
And never more to miss
Two pebbles on a beach
Drenched and warn by the salty sea
Etched with the sun and wind
Two souls left amongst and out of reach
See the small smooth stones
Aged and shaped with time
Worked and turned each day
By natures sometimes torrid hand
One day they will melt to sand
But now through the tides of life
And fickle tender fate
Side by side they land
Once upon a time in a land of people with voices honeyed with the grit of the north and peppered with the laconic wit of the midlands, a man was teased and tortured by the beasts that dwelled within his home.
The king was a mild looking creature of pure white fluff but his eyes could either drown a person in love or instill fear in equal measure. Oliver ruled with an iron paw, his sabre sharp claws always ready to extend and gently taunt the poor man. The very worst part of the man’s day was usuallly in the early hours when the rest of the world was at peace and the silver moon sent gentle light through the partly open curtains.
The king was often inpatient for his morning meal and a gentle stroll in his grounds. The man needed to serve not slumber so several jabs and a couple of well aimed head-butts were all that were needed to get the servant up and moving.
The rest of the beasts were less controlling though the dog could use his big doleful eyes to wind the man around his paw digits, the budgie used constant high-pitched instruction to wear him down and the hamster simply stared, and stared and stared!
Colours fly with speeding change
Across eternal winter rage
Fill my senses drown my world
Vicious winds around me whirl
Can you help me can you see
There is no endless you and me
Once there was a man
Who sat and cried
And cast away his pain
And all around him set in awe
The biting acid rain
Colours fly with endless motion
If every man could swim the ocean
If all the money in the world
Could buy the boy the sweetest girl
Then I’d be yours and you’d be mine
But do you really have the time?
One there was a thought
That didn’t die
Once there was sound an endless cry
Once I was poor until it ended
Filled my world that I defended
And here I lay a bloody sodden wretch
Without the heart and soul that made me rich.
Firstly a profound apology – I once more find myself neglecting those who have supported me and followed me and helped me across the depths of cyberspace; I thought I’d post something up here only to notice that my last blog entry was November last year! I did make a promise to be more proliferate (and I’d hoped the coffee would help get me back to that state of artistic enthusiasm I’d displayed before!). But once again I let the real world – or at least the one that pays the bills and drives me to up the black coffee intake – push my artistic pursuits to one side. And so I send you all my deepest apologies and I promise I will try.
Time does seem to slip like silky sand through my fingers, especially if I don’t keep an eye on things and all I wanted to achieve is left in a messy pile on the carpet (and it takes an age to vacuum it all up again). So now I’m trying some positive thought to get me out of this ditch I fell into. The sides looked far too steep to climb and for a while I was getting myself resigned to a life lived with the annoying pain of unfilled dreams. The sides of the ditch seemed to be getting steeper and muddier and no matter how hard I tried to climb it just made my clothes damp and dirty and made me feel ever so tired and weary.
I’m not a religious person and I don’t believe in God (whichever God – and I know some of you do which is fine – I used to work for a Church based organisation of which there were several flavours of Christianity that some of my colleagues believed in so therefore in general religion was not discussed and therefore harmony was achieved). I do believe in the power of people – it is within each of us a power for good and bad, an ability to create or destroy and that includes ourselves. And so I started to try to believe in myself.
Now I’m not getting carried away, I’m not going to start thinking I’m the ‘new’ anything or any better than a million other people who write, sing, compose paint etc. but I am going to start believing that I have some talent, enough to continue and above all feel happy in it what I do. Yes I’d love to have recognition which is where you wonderful people come in, a little bit of kindness and kind words go a long way.
In short I am trying to concentrate on the good things I have, to push those bad things to the back and not let their negative nagging get the better of me. Well let’s see how it goes.