Raining on the Day

Its hard to understand the day when it is raining.

Spirit of Light

Spirit of Light: The dam bursts into the open arms of the waiting nighttime, where the cold is dark and forbidding. Her name is like the wind and the cover of the sky, and she is in motlion. her eyes suggest a tranquil sound and I meet them in a storm of passion and I feel suspicious as I look upon my feelings. Somewhere someone is making love tonight and all that I can think about is consideration. its a subliminal world whre the conversation isn't really conversation, where fantasy is more fantastic and truth is imposssibkle to feel. And the daytime is like a magnet for the barren darkness, a present future where change is not for sale. The passive time of the present moment must be blown up into tommorrow when and where all at once a spirit of light will reveal.

The Poet and the Coalman

Poetry as deviation, disguise, deception, appearance, and then the 'poet' who really shouldn't be there, from an outside point of view at least. And the blinding vocabulary and truth staring with the look that only truth has and the 'poet' must squirm and face the reality. Perhaps he should have been a Coalman!

A Fortunate Photograph

A fortunate photograph, in a day that betrayed reality. Could've been another person, a series of persons, a type. And she loses herself in style until she is only a part of a group picture and she doesn't want to be herself anymore. And I gaze from the side and identify her from before. I think that I know who she really is.

A World Reborn

Suddenly, the world became transformed and remembered what it was and where it was, and it gazed inwardly and all around noted the changes. In turn the changes became a mirror until the mirror lost its power of reflection. And the skies smiled on the day and the day was still and and at peace with itself.

A New Moment

In the birth of a moment a world arises. Its dawn seeking, its view all-encompassing. It lands on the wheel of fortune, as you arrive there, and if you look at it, it may just look back at you, and smile.......

Colour of a Feeling

Inside is like a colour. How are you supposed to colourise a feeling? How are you supposed to express in words what it is? I think this explains to me about just how personal life is.

Moore Street Satuday Morning Moment

Just in a moment, someone took notice. Their world in a change from some vague kind of action. I looked inside of me trying to understand why, and I still couldn't see it from the other point of view. It seems sometimes there is no such thing as innocence. Differences is a word for universal thought.

The Royal Wedding

The question is: How much can you magnify a simple wedding, until it takes on the 'appearance' of an event of world changing proportions. Now I have met a lot of people over there in England that I would gladly number as friends, but I have to ask: Check yourselves out for God's sake!

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Goldfish Candles

Goldfish Candles in the evening of the regained spirit, I look across my memories to see a face that is clouded in my view, and I ultimately, turn back to the evening in its present honesty thinking about how the day is brightening and the heart and mind open for the righteous now