Thursday, 28 October 2010

Sandcastles in the rain

(an Alzheimer's expression - for Roy)

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 haven't blogged in ages and I promised myself I would, being my mind is so busy, fleeting thoughts that could be much more I know I should write them down. I had a bit of a poetry run, I find it easier sometimes, it gets across my obsession or train of thought at the time!

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

I have watched the heavy walls encroach
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

Velveteen black
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

I wander the winding streets and hills
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


I don't do minimal
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

My shoulders are weak
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



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 midnight walks

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


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 closer they call
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

Her bones become the earth
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


I scored my life
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


I like that look of suffocation
I might keep it
Until i am beauty layer of polythene
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

Vibrant blinding hues
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