Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Sandcastles in the rain
The sun shines brighter
than it ever did before
Second devours second
and it shines brighter
than it ever did before
Your heart pounds
Confusion at the sounds
You search for peace
Behind closed eyes
But second devours second
and you cant remember why
We must replace metaphor with meaning
You wonder in the dark
We are calling your name
Losing a little daily
You can't understand our tears
or fear or shame
Lights on
and off
and on again
Lock locks,
no reason in rhyme
Anger at blank pages
Rewriting each time
you finish a line
I reach, but its too late
We must replace metaphor with meaning
But I can find no other way to explain
This blanket over your soul
Years disappear
Like sandcastles in the rain
Its been awhile...
I started college in Sept and its been a real ride, good and bad, I struggled at first so I dumped the Prozac, flat lining was a comfort 6 months ago, but it really stumped my thought process and although I know I'm a depressive, I feel its a part of the process and if you deny a part of yourself you can lose so much more. I'm learning new techniques and meeting really interesting people, inspiration is bubbling! I still feel kind of scared of myself as an artist though, for one: what if I'm shit, I'm a wannabe not a real artist and two: I'm a bit dark and I am unsure if I want others to see that side - amongst many other self deprecating questions.
Life drawing has been a real highlight, something I've always been so scared of, but I love it, we've been working in different mediums and styles.We do keep having the same model though, he is quit an interesting guy to draw and chat to, but I long for someone with a bit more shape, a female with lots of curves and bumps, like a Jenny Saville model - anyone know someone who fancies life modelling? send them to the college, they have to be CRB checked though.
I've been plagued by illness the last few weeks, first a sinus infection and then tonsillitis, I started my radio show again, but after two shows I've been too ill...grr, I'll get it up and running again soon, a case of doing too much again, its been tough keeping on top of work and college and life, the doc and psych keep telling me to do what makes me happy above the things that bring me down - shame they don't pay the bills!
I saw the Manic street preachers last week - freaking amazing! I know I've seen them countless times, but I think the last time was back in 2002 and they didn't really seem to be enjoying it so much, well they got their bravado back, the set was outstanding and I managed to get the set list to remind me! and to top it off I met Nicky Wire, I could've wet myself...but I didn't! Ive been a fan for like 18 years, but I've always been to scared to meet them and had to run off home as I've generally seen them on my own...loner!
and lastly - but not in order, Village green was fantabulouse! There is so much amazing talent in Essex, I took loads of pics, but I suck at uploading, I will soon! I should really get involved, maybe next year, I haven't been making jewellery, too much else on my plate, saying that there are people on my course with several kids who keep on top of it all and still get creative...makes me feel a bit lame!
oh yeah and I turned 30...too quick, way to quick
Thursday, 8 July 2010
A wise old fox
The land that once was free
Now owned
Fenced and gated
Welcome, an outdated concept.
A refugee made of the wild
We must now hide
Pride fogged
Once graceful, cunning
Reduced to rubbish bag cowardice
'Survival of the fittest'
Over used by the weak
Strength only in guns
Starved jaws of our cousins
and media propaganda
Wiping hands from afar
I go running in the night
Echos reverberate
The dark so embracive
How I long for human accountability
Freeing the innocent from shame
Shame for living
In a land we once roamed
The Monarchy of OUR countryside
As mother earth intended
Before Man crowned themselves
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
My Cat
Worn with pride
Sleek, graceful
Lion like stride
Snow tipped mountain paws
Cushiony love lorn
Set to fool
Hiding deathly claws
Eyes poetic sea green
Look deep
Treasures lure
Pearls like never seen before
Stretching nose to tail
Ostentatious yawn
All passing take care
Ear's twitching
Even sleeping he is aware
Despite the danger persona
Quite mews part lips
Whiskers tickle
And tongue catches tears
When needed
Monday, 5 July 2010
A sickie
The longest route
Every second of the estuary breeze
A moment to adore
Destination platform
What a bore
I peer over the wall
To see canines galloping
Mouths agape
Tongues flapping
Seagulls tread cautiously back
If you listen hard
Water trickles in to the newly vacated mud flats
My Train pulls in
The 8:08
I let it pass
Like a school girl ditchin' class
I check to see who's watching
Oh but that pebbled shore too much to ignore
Paled brown strangely reassuring
I find myself at the tides edge
Waves ebb in licking my feet
Another train another deadline, dead
Time now distant
In awe of the comfort this scene can give
The sound of laughter fills the salty air
A family of smiles sets out blankets
Ice cold flasks
Their little mongrel chasing seagulls
Off they fly and caw in knowing the silence wouldn't last
The sun grows hotter
Deep breaths circling the pleasure
in the banality
Why would anyone want more than this?
I reluctantly rise
Knowing I am less surrounded in dreams
more... responsibility
But the little mongrel licks my hand
And it is confirmed
Today, this is the place I should be
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Bipolar
In anyway
In anything
Don't try and trick me with subliminal
I am all or nothing
Nothing and everything
When you need to bleed
There's no point in faking it
I lay out my heart
They don't know how to take it
So they attempt to sedate me
I know what their doing
drip feeding me lies
'It will be alright'
Take another pill
Give up the fight
Dumb down the hate in me
But without hate there is no love
I stand by the truth
Those with no love
Come with no reason or rhyme
For those with no love
I ain't got the time
Monday, 28 June 2010
False hope
I admit it
pride defeated
collapsed and broken in the heat
He said it was OK
wiped my brow
covered my pain with a blanket
Carry on without the worry
free of anxiety
Never has the weight been lifted before
The feeling an anomaly I could learn to adore
29 years ready to give in
But he said carry on
And I believed he'd be there to hold me up
What a fool
The crutch was made of wood
It splinters in spite
Tares up the hope
Like God did before
It will leave you when bored
Monday, 14 June 2010
To Mother
I close my eyes
Clinging to the memories
The warm scent lingers
The inviting glow draws me in.
Musky tobacco
Heady floral hues
Tangled like the smoke from your joint
I'd nestle under your rising arm
Seeking security, confirmation.
Breathing in happiness
I was in awe of you
You were forgetful
Pretty
Fun
Smiles and laughter.
We spent weekends in the dark
The electric meter whirring out of credit as the shops closed
Lights replaced with candles
Camped by the gas fire
Singing The Beatles on your battered acoustic guitar.
The cupboards were normally empty
Powdered milk
Stale crackers
And those little silver cake decorating balls
We shopped for fun
Dancing down the isles
Food an afterthought.
You let us sit up all night
We watched the moon
Took the dog for
And planned our lives as 'miwlonaires'
Put the world to rights
With ditty’s and rhyme.
If only I could freeze time
Just there forever
But you let life suck you in
And away from me
Old enough to go it alone
You found other projects to defend
But they only knew how to take.
So I sat up late
Waiting for the door to click
To know you were safe
For your cigarette smoke to wind up the stairs
And ease me into a slumber
The sound of the kettle rising to its boil.
It only got later and later
Your eyes grew wider
Wider
I'd take your glasses off
So as not to hurt your face
As you slid into your pillow.
I'd creep downstairs
Lock the doors
Put your shoes safely away
Cover you over on my journey back to bed
Turn out your light
Careful to not disturb.
I'd think over all the good times
And eventually join you in sleep
Only to be woken a few hours later
You'd dance down the hallway
Turn the stereo up
Unaware of my nightly ritual
Why I was so grumpy in the morning
But it wouldn't last for long
I just can't stay angry at you.
Many years have passed
I tried to run away
As much as I love you
You are also my downfall
No matter how far I am
The cycle continues,
Drawing me in with your infectious laugh
And quirky habits.
While others walk all over you
I am walking behind you
Ready to catch
As fools fail to see greatness
I just wished you’d notice
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
The walls
The more imperfections reveal
Spider line cracks creep
Parting trust over time
Mildew spotting virgin white
Unearthly cold
No comparison to the room
Envelopes like an old friend
When blood is raging
Clammy skin clings for life
Never to leave
This man made safety
A fort created
To house our secret selves
Publicly unforgivable
Privately inexplicable
Friday, 28 May 2010
The naphthalene days are over
Heady, musky aroma
Pulling memory strings
The naphthalene days
Fighting off the little enemies
That we now embrace
Golden fragile wings
Give reason to our plight
Our hearts grow melancholy
Winding trees envelope the truth
I'd give my heart to them
If only they could provide the proof
Is there light beyond the dark
Eternal morning bliss
Sipping from saucered cup
Scrambled eggs
The little things more than blessed
Free to again feel pleasure
Released from the pain
Barefoot caress
Eyes like new born open
And the power to regain
Her bones become the earth
Nurture woodland floor
Tears and prayers to nourish
Let her spirit walk once more
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
Maps
Maps on each arm
Every line
a history of wrongs
Roads of un-trust
And paths of love lost
One ply transparency
All now that separates
Words support the rafters
But words are cheap
And forgettable
Reaching for answers
Imposing, pointed questions
Threaten to break through
Find their way
to years of hidden truths
Shame tries to close the book
But the ink is still wet
And if a diary was left open
do you have the right to read it?
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Polythene
I might keep it
Until i am beauty layer of polythene
Emaciated
Wipe clean
User friendly prom queen
A vision of wants
And never will be
All that's good
A product of air tight
Fake - that's you and me
But what of it?
We equal pretty
Wrap my head
Paint myself clean
I'm heading mainstream
Wrapped in shiny tight polythene
A vision of wants
And never will be
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
This long gone Grandma
illuminating memories
blazing pride
Sounds ring out
the rag and bone mens cry
unheard over time
meerly consequential
never regretable
never forgetable
The perennial flower cycle
more faith and truth
in each decaying drop
March on
rise again from each fall
Tides wash in new days
Strength and forgivness
the soft foam lapping toes
all their weathers witnessed
All until stagnent, still
stolen steps
stolen breaths
this to be the last tune hummed
No more petals watch
seasons into one
before sadness settles in
histories muck and mire
Waltz into the night
this beauty song sung
the story kept unravelled
the light carried on