07
Jun
17

The Line is (no longer) Drawn

9451238694_3d9f04889a_o

Just a cross in a box
Just two short lines
Define a position and load a small rock
Onto the carriage of time.
Just a cross in a box
Just a line in the sand
Demands my soul to listen
‘Fortune favours the…’
Hearing the whisper of remand
‘numquam prohibere somniare…’

There is something in the air
Caught my eye, turned my gaze
A child’s frame, a mother saves, a man changes
And yet
Yet the poor, the broken, the outer circle community, the dreamers, the faders, the unborn look to people in a little box signing a cross,
Just two short lines.

What way will your pencil turn grey?
What disturbed view will come into weighted focus?

Just a cross in a box
Just two short lines
Define a position and load a small rock
Onto the carriage of time.

‘numquam prohibere somniare…’

20
May
17

Gaudeō Tree


She rattled his cage like the claw of guilt stripping the soul

Censored and mutated their journey into a cylinder of meshed memories

Lines were drawn
Swords at dawn

For a moment she discovered the great breath -_

a sign of a path revealed
a magic on the tracks too weary to hide
a kiss to a moonlight audience
a ride to somewhere new _-

It turns out rejoicing begins and ends with a decision
Intentionality of realignment’s leaf floating in a bowl of love

[break it down]

okay so this is where we go just refueled with the tools to show you the value and systems the need to challenge wordly admissions where identity and re-creating reality flow symbiotically like you grabbed the finger but caught the hand and smashed the head but discovered new land and new horizons as you exhale the great breath to begin again _-

He ran him like a circle around a zero
He had days that broke the heart and carried people too far
The traveller was always a step too far down the tracks
and the stars melted in the abyss of his heart

For a moment he discovered the great breath -_

All the stuff
I mean all the stuff became a single line
You could walk it, hang on it, bounce on it and, even, see its future
And it ended, his future ended at the Gaudeō Tree

The story ends with the tale of people describing their love as a unified breath of pulchritudinous…

07
Feb
17

Stone 5


You open like a slanted door hinged with age

Hung tall and pulled deep

Anchored in earth 

ready, prepared, sweetly waiting

Even a Sage cannot hide behind a thin tree.

I chose to eat the snow to reveal the ground

My mouth 

stolen from its birth 

and my knuckles 

fractured from emptying the earth.

You may strip me of me

You may erase layers of history

You may reduce me to a skeletal tent for all to see

And yet

Once more

I will enter your Lent.

Once more.

19
Sep
16

A Domesticated Jesus

img_0062

I have your lead.

Are you ready for your walk?

Come, follow me.

The lesser light has took control as a worm surrenders herself to the Kingfisher

When we smell gas we are drawn to the cooker

The frame in our apparatus has become all that we see

When the bear no longer reigns in the forest, animals are set free

The knee bends awkwardly at the sight emerging when we looked

When we wrapped you in a Primark narrative but told the story in mime

The time we lost our hearts and purchased religious lavender to remove the smell.

I have your lead.

Are you ready for your walk?

Come, follow me.

The wild child that cried at the loss of songs to the gift of life

Like when people share the peace with war in their eyes

The wild child’s insignia melted as a project for power

Like when we stood, hands open, underneath your towers

The wild child squeezing the grit out of soil

Like choosing a life that sees.

I have your lead.

Are you ready for your walk?

Come, follow me.

13
Sep
16

(New Bluestare p-o-e-m) This is your moment

img_3107

 

So many shapes absorbed by their own shape

Everything about you and yours and you would not notice the ‘other’ you if it sat on your stretched 3d printed image of you

Yawn.

(A pissing ant still leaves a mark of something)

___

Wrecked and drifted, abuse in the echoes of surrender, from those with nothing left to give

8*^/ was the only code you left for us to decipher as if we gave a

Lift to a stranger and discovered who we really are.

With my veins I am reaching for the light

Stretched beyond the shadow of shapes made by you

Blistering the smooth pattern of our complexity

As if your anti-love proves that you love too.

Wrecked and drifted, abuse in the echoes of surrender, from those with nothing left to give

8^*/ was the only code you left for us to decipher as if we gave a

Life to a stranger and discovered who we really are.

Who we really are

 

 

12
Sep
16

Rekindle :_-

dsc_0703

Cerebral dance catches the beat but misses the mood

With hood covering defect of silenced play

As if children ever ask to be allowed to smile.

Bangs on the wall enter the room

As healing comes for those who stay

And arms lifted eventually tire after a while.

So, here are the keys ready for you

No barrier between longing and breathing

Just a little shift of view

To see the dance and

Rekindle romance in the Why? of what we do.

:-:

 

29
Aug
12

New Endings

 

What are you doing here?
What weapon did you drop when you waved the white flag?
What mystery has been planed from the rough edge?
What thought did you let linger beyond into fear?

A figure reconnected and premeditated softly
whispers water upon dry lips
a simple plan and a fallen moon
widens the fragile rip
a complex self-image and rising sun
waxes the sharpened tip.

Since when did you document emotions and cage the track?
You have woven yourself with the fragmented soul
creeping like a hair around small stones.

A figure reconnected and premeditated softly
whispers water upon dry lips
a simple plan and a fallen moon
widens the fragile rip
a complex self-image and rising sun
waxes the sharpened tip.

Maybe we need to feel the warmth of blood born from the unpredictable and inconvenient
Maybe, just maybe, we have become caught between the snake and the light
We neither seek the mist or allow ourselves to be carried by it
So arise and embrace your ending
Pathways falling
Skies reforming
Old from the new
Arise and embrace your ending.




Subscribe to my feed Subscribe to Bluestare

Flying pass