Silence precedes silence, a vacuum rushes in. I am blown aside, inside, outside without thought. Experimental, my sentimental needs are wrenched by the roots, thrown into the cataclysm of oblivion and her army.

Empty space awaits with open arms and no judgment, a silence like no other, profound in its truth. Quiet is the noise of existence, becoming neutralised by cosmic rays and the earth turning in awe.

Terra Firma sighs, busy with nothing, busy with everything. Holding the line between life and death, between night and day. Solid in her awareness, just before dawn, just before dusk, holding her breath.

Endless is the search for peace, this ultimate state of truth, the deepest sense of self. Yet always waiting patiently, in the space between silence. Ageless, balanced, whole, breathless, void of reason, all absolutes nullified. Awakened, realised, certain, everything can only be, now.

The vacuum grows stronger, I become. Compressed into a sub atomic god of sustainable quantities, unquantifiable, perfect. In this ultimate moment of ultimate moments may I never suffer memory or the sadness of loss in the fragile human mind.

I try to embrace this rebirth yet I shatter, into a million pieces and into a million pieces more, drifting endlessly. Scattered alone, still suffering the pain of existence until eternity grows tired of being.

I am weary of remaining formless in this void of nothing and everything, forever knowing with words but never knowing with being. Dreaming of skies so perfect they melt and Clouds so beautiful they implode on a breeze so gentle trees cry.

Is it here I should forever be, enveloped in natures bosom, almost blinded by truth. Unattached but completely aware that everything,
I am,
is an infinite symphony of perfection,
suffocating in love.

LOVE IS?

Love is like a painting
Each moment like a brush stroke
And life............Life is the canvas

Understand, this painting will never be finished
For it will always change
As the canvas can never remain the same

You must both remember to adapt
Stand back and contemplate
And with new perspective
Your painting, your love
Will remain vibrant and dynamic

This constant vigile
Against the tired eyes of apathy
This gentle persuasion
To the deceptive hand of familiarity
This work in progress
Must never fade, or collect dust
Or live in the cuboard under the stairs

So with this metaphor
May you succed where many have failed
And give hope to those still searching...

BUBBLE GUM

C ould it be possible to contain the truth of this word?
U nderlying all the things in the universe this truth remains
N o matter where you turn, it flows deep within us
T o the end of time and back we remain complete and utter
S oldiers of a dying art, gathering dust in an attic!!

ESCAPE ABSOLUTES

A few drops fall from a leaf
Somehow slowing in time
As the graceless fight against gravity
Hit's the surface of the infinite loop
The ripples shattering perfectly
whilst stillness shudders in chaos

I cannot escape these truths

All I am and will be has already been
Nothing but the silence of being
And the faint traces of my action
Remain a stain in the place of my life
It feels as if I am already dead
Or numbed by this, our modern world

I cannot escape these truths

Each moment too hideous, each moment too frightening
The weight of perpetual motion drowns out the suffering
How can I fathom my essence in this the present tense
I barely know my own face, I can barely hold a stare
I am certain of nothing but live in a world of absolutes
Absolutely I don't belong yet by this, I am defined

I cannot escape these truths

BAckwaRds In a ForWArd MotioN

I can hardly breathe
the weight is growing like gravity
dissipating beauty in slow motion
fading I will be standing alone
on a rock of dust staring
in awe at the earth
gripping tightly to the horizon.

After all that's said and done
the mirror has no mercy
I am a victim worthy
of all Dorian Grey hides
locked far, far away
in a cold dark place
hiding the one true face.

Breaking broken mistaken
Choices have forsaken
I awaken falling, hurtling
towards the unforgiving concrete
of perspective and consequence
insolence inconsolable indifference
circumstance only I will understand

The edges are irrelevant
with wreckage from an elephant
trampling anything I might hold dear
kamikaze violence decimates my life
distortion has a natural affinity
with all that might seem clear
I am an effigy of epitome reversed

Shhhhhhh

Don't be so brilliant to quietLY
only the mice will hear
and we all know you know
they are all quite deaf and so and so

So what is there to show you grow
because you say you think you know
or so you say or say you so
or say you do because you know

CASE-ISM

I am worried
that one day
some way away
a day in May
might be the way
that lower case
becomes the place
where isms fight
YOUR UPPER CASE

face