Friday 27 February 2009

ten thousand sky songs singing distance

say something slowly
over me
ten thousand sky songs
singing
distance

journey outside in

walkaway
synapse
passageways

find me
a start point
amidst all this

string between his fingers
pulling ever outwards
confused expression face

but pulling ever outwards in

ten thousand sky songs
singing
distance

say something slowly
over this.

self obsessed and interacting

she said I was neurotic
I said I wasn't-
neurotic didn't begin to cover it
and because it could cover anything anyway it was a non-event.
she said
she agreed
she said

the drama moved on...

she said I said a lot of things
that didn't make sense she
didn't understand
I said
she understood
perfectly

and quelled the drama moved on...

settled we said
because of knowing
this was this
but it wasn't
that wasn't
and it was
something.

for something
we sat in hours silence

and the drama moved on.

Wednesday 25 February 2009

maybe it's all just worms
in my heart and brain

confused person
come home

why always
come home?
I guess because
that's the only place
we're going
and until
we get there
there's nowhere else to go

this is a wooly piece of string fluff

am I left
am I leaving
did I leave
first?

make a question
making questions
questioning

nor answers

collapsing
the two
the answerer's questions

leaving all the time
logic
shuts
out
God

this
is
a
poem

one
word
follows
All
music that once drenched me
is now a thin layer I
can see either side of

love does not come and go
the truth of reality knows
I still love

you is not a person
but this thing
that things on through

flow
words
like is is like
very few now
just this
feeling
take your mask off
from time to time
lest you find you have no
face

Monday 23 February 2009

elance

all these things I have
are nice
but they are not
life
music
pulls triggers
opens doors for me
that slow rumble home
accumulation
I know it's coming
mosquitoes skating across
circular bubbles
forming round their edges
bubble-zuzzing their way forward
around around around
surface
screaming to me
calm and beautiful times
friends in places far behind
with me this is growing
I am we are
growing
together rumble glow
breaks loose of corners
atmospheric fo
trickling ecstatic
comatose footsteps
I welcomed you here
and you welcomed me
driving calm serene
I love you building
futures
with me
of breaking dogged
notions
we came here
and we're
moving
slow bass rumble
home

Sunday 22 February 2009

light filters through

light filters through
the siphoned sky
sections of the stain glass hollow
falling down
sections
filled like cups like
cells
from the sky
light filters through

(repeat)

my heart

beat

sounds

like a

journey

of

foot

steps

faith

in faith
it is the heart that believes
and what is brought
to any religion
is that.
Openness
to oneness
and the religion spirituality filtrate
is a grounded boundlessness
centred
ever expanding
inward
empowering
oneself
with something greater than oneself
which is also
paradoxically,
Oneself
to the experience of
Soul
in the highest image
of One's highest truth
at peace,
One,
open,
and moving.

Friday 20 February 2009

leaving at dawn

They left at dawn
packed their sandwiches
and things

never tiring
they walked and came to
a precipice

approaching the end
they pointed- euphoria;
for they had seen

the sun

music movement dance

music
is the spirit of us all.
moving.
experiencing
loving
in even
the darkest
because hate
is there
but holds up nothing
to the light
there's nothing new
said here

keep it flowing
as only
it can

futures being born

light shone, yes
it did
flowing river. creek

beautiful.
we need our open spaces

life is this beautiful forever
and I'm becoming,
childlike
again

it's all going wrong
and it's all being born
in love
again

time and time over.

problems in the cities?
it's the cities to blame
People need nature
open space
silence
bird song crow squawks
country sounds. smells.
This is the earth we're born from.

And when everything
is a shiny city space
and when we've forgotten completely
we'll have knowledge of nowhere (and everything in between)
to get back to
just the engines drive forward
to nothing
again.

we're going both directions
at once.
This is our
hope
and our concern
and our hope,

futures being born
ahead of us
we're making,
futures being born

Thursday 19 February 2009

reality (unsaid), image

reality
said image
it seems
the rest
was left
behind

imitation advertisements

I was spoken to
for an hour or more
and all I heard was
reverberation
fridge
buzzing
traffic
roaring
special offer stars
floating
and free gifts
falling over edges
of worlds

structures of nothing

Structures powerful
hold
to the degree
we move away
from them

I mean
without them
there would be nothing
to break
away from

and how
would we break away
from that?

Walls Come Down to Oneness

and poetry
is only this
lack of grip
gripping
to the world
to beyond
the world
to the
what the
world
inherently
infinitely
is

come release
yourself
to this
loose
around
the edges
yes



Wednesday 18 February 2009

staring at the walls
talking about
money

Ultimate Love (the only love there is)

We are all One
we are all different.

Yes this,
but yes that too
Yes, we are All.
torn fractured, splintered, separate
and One
(im)mor-tal-it-y
You are wonderful
and if you don’t believe it,
you’re not even born.

(and yes you are, you’ve been through a lot but…)

this
comes to that comes to
something else

the world is you
the world is you
the world is you
the world is you
the world is you

please!
please.
please
the world is you

And yes, I know
this peace
is piss and shit and death and struggle
I know
But broken we are only ever
broken

because we’re all defending ourselves
Ourselves?
what are we?
this broken world?
breaking?
falling ever further NO.
See what you are
No!
What you REALLY are!
Please.
Please
Please
heads of steel
in bury grounds

the only thing
to kill to solve our problems
is the part of us
that separates

separate breeds separate.

mirror full
You are not clear
till I am
I am not clear
till you are
we are each all the same
walls perceptions away
us
as us
each a particle
of the moving whole.

THE ONLY WAY
TO CURE THE WORLD
IS TO CURE AND CLEANSE
YOURSELF.

Life is much broader
and so much closer
to home

understand
yourself.

understand
the world.

we’ve produced it all ourselves
patterns and cycles
perpetuation.

You’ve got to break the mould
the patterns, the cycle

Walls

Come

Down

(they have to)

inquire
inquire
inquire

deeper
deeper
deeper

how awful it was
for them to live without Love
the young boy said.

I will not live in this world of pain.
But where will I go?
Inside
Inside
Inside,
spread out
spread out
spread out

I am this small dot
in the centre of the…
I am this circle

I am this small dot
in the centre of this circle.
I am this circle. So are you are both

You are the force you give out
your surroundings push as you do

flow
flow
flow
And all I’m trying to say
is the meaning of life is Love.

and all we need for this is us
willing

know yourself here
and know yourself now

centre yourself
in yourself
know yourself

settle
settle
settle

this moment is forever

reality
is now

you die, you go on
if you know it is so


it all meets
in the middle
and outside

You live this, and you get this forever

Divine is
here
now
if you can see that
to be true
Don’t look for it
just look at yourself
for yourself
for what YOU are…

(this is not selfish, this is the only good you can make…)

our steps have so much meaning
follow
yourself

The meaning of life?
to experience
life
in LOVE
as you know it to be true

(that’s what it means to me)

waving at me,
passing by

God’s path
is your path
in Love

You don’t know
how wonderful you are

(and this is not cheesy sentimental)

We are all One

many
one
many
one

many
one
many
one
ONE
different and the same
WE ARE ONE




lets go!

where?
here.
when?
now.

LOVE :-)

Tuesday 17 February 2009

carving
multi-
colored
fish
out loud

I don't
know
why

we
do
this

Monday 16 February 2009

mess of worlds we'd make alone

you create
your reality
where do you join
the game?

individual
collective unconscious
collective consciousness?

human experience,
anyway.


impersonal
person
personified


whole evolution
borning

we are
we are
we are


how many other people
are staring at
the point between
their wall and their ceiling now.

Quite a few, I bet


laser beam lights
are flowing, growing now,
welcome me up
at dawn


what mess of worlds
we'd make,
alone

circle says it all



Interrelated,
it has been debated

(but into the ground
and we're growing now)

we're bringing the outside
within

the point at centre circle the
circle

circle says
the rest

everything exists

not all the forms physical
all physical forms
are examples of thought
forms
driven to Light
shapes energy
exists
does not exist
consciousness
existing
creation
continually through
and entering
bursting
in
to
and out of you

left the spirirt
breathe

Walls

Remember they come down!

Remember they never existed? Like boundaries time and space...

Expanse.



We make
our own walls
and we
can bring

them

down.

Sunday 15 February 2009

THE SUN IS STILL UP, SETTING

birds sing something lost
out of time

growing
growing

focus.

sun set said
dark resumes gradually,
tonight.

starkness of calm,

feeling

phones, buttons
and isolation.
boots walking sound.

and everyone loves, it would seem
but everyone has difficulty showing it;

collective.
isolation.

it's what you're used to
and born out of that

said the sunset.

blind country roads
twisted with twigs branches, and (rabbit running) rabbit runs

to Heaven.

sunset subtle.
screwface dreams

welcome me.

And this love
is a beaten down challenge
growing

sorry moos
I didn't mean
to frighten you

Said the ghost to me

(probably)

country tracks
run rings around sheep,

grazing. pigs.

I love the countryside.
It's one of the only things I need

like life
right now

Friday 13 February 2009

shooting star

the other day

I saw a shooting star

the problem being

the night sky

was my bedroom ceiling

with stickers

of stars
crying out singing
in houses
stand
erect

we've got to unite
this good feeling

the poison its own prize

chasers
in cities
rewarded
by cities
grey
toppling
my towers
no

my towers
are in you
he said

build yourself a temple

that was quick
he said
worship

I danced
and he is smiling

-

this is the voice
of the speaking
and the spoken to

speaking

am I getting through?
am I getting through

he raised his arm at me
waving

waved
his arm

at you

breathing

showered
with laser beam lights
fizzled me away
in sound
I movement myself
away
this is the primordial
image sank mind elated
swimming
time space place motion
we're here to stay gone quickly
my name is such
is
this

breathing

Wednesday 11 February 2009

dream paths wakening

this is wake,
sleep
living out dreams

you can know the feeling
you know to feel

order
disorder
it's all ego base

acting
inacting
existing of worlds away

they'll chop off his toes while he's sleeping.

puppets on strings
of technology
and still no nothing no

nothing

just our words and symbols
of our words and symbols

still

your mind
says my mind
says

nothing

of anything

of even of mind

brain parts
parts
brains
partial

dreams
shape
realities

shapes

ascend
descend

strange things normal
waking us to dreams

blank dreams blank dreams
memory sense convergence

find what you want to find seeking

scientists follow through
kind of a kind

of a searching

speak to me of dreams
and I will hear you what you say

you are heard.

intuitional triangles
lakes and water run

medicine dreams- to heal us

primal dreams dreaming
of science doesn't know

convincing, evidence, shut up please

lab yourself in concrete,
number yourself away
you've no time to see my dream scape dream diary deaths today

messages we're told
just listen to the telling
don't put things in the way

implicit knowing
explicit known the long way round

dreams dreams dreams

deeper into your consciousness
you come

must removal
be our verification?

don't push it, don't push it

dreams are a consolidation
don't play the depths with shallows

constructing our worlds anew

print
print
print

you rehearse the way you're going
pent up powers,

release

release

release

Tuesday 10 February 2009

bull brush rushes
sheep skin wind
and all I can be is human

Monday 9 February 2009

words (let them go and they could be of use to you)

one view is not another
is not and is
another

preconceptions
preconceived
lead, dripping down

words
along an open world of walls
constructed in the name of this

words
to something that wasn't
the thing it was once

words
as freedom and walls
they spoke elsewhere

cultural paths
to nowhere
we've made

and I'd built my cities.
in words were my culture and nothing of me.

they fell
and all
was quiet
snow forming
out the ground
layers on countryside showing
quieter
city nothing there for me
specs of yes
of spaces made worthwhile
countryside huts
caravans
curtains inside
watertanks and trees fall down
this grey land
grey with even the countryside just
horses on a landscaped hill
forests dying
worlds apart
offices

Friday 6 February 2009

There's dreams and reality
dreams and reality interact

there's conventions and ultimates
Both are very real
We live in a world where conventions
are easier to see

We live in a world of experience
the possibility
to know what we are

before the void close in

experience

the ups and downs a wonderful

grateful for this new

dreamscape real

And while we're operating

we're operating
in fictional terms

And this is very real.

come and share our dreamscape real
your dreamscape is not mine
da-da da-da
da-da da
da-da da-da da skies

truth is hurting
cut it up
we've lost it to the lies

Thursday 5 February 2009



things gone away
to pixel point disappearance.

life is this ongoing forever

neurosis/sclerosis permits.

waves lapping bird wings song

nothing matters

stood on the shore
waves silently lapping all around

birds

speed boat takes rumble noise across my scene

always going somewhere with engines

lets just drift a bit shall we?

can't we?

won't we?

waves lapping
bird wings
song

words, me

my brain does not have those spaces for words anymore.

my brain does not have
so many receptors
to words
anymore.

I'm not sure if it's
the person speaking
or me
but the words

fly over and
try to stick
to my brain- but
the moulds are smoothing over

the moulds are smoothing over

the words they
just can't
stay,

fall down

little jumping on the floor

in piles
they pile

squirm

and fade away

Wednesday 4 February 2009



bleak and
beautiful landscapes

pods and planet souls


nature is amazing
a perfect world formed
in pods like human souls
reaching out to join
themselves a whole

maybe they know it
maybe they don't

but nature knows


notebook eyes
peel a hole in my sock at the heel.
But I've got other socks
and other notebooks
to fill

time space heels trip me up I'm falling

because the hand that rubs my face
isn't mine anymore
from what you say
and what I gather
seems to me
like you're under the weather

but we all are,
here
on Earth
in space

it's the nature of the
nature
of our
... nature.

and maybe the sun's even
shining

Tuesday 3 February 2009

he broke his mountain down
to a low plain shuffle
as cysts moved over the ground
boiled on surface
and under the skin

(and this is the biggest protest I can make)

la la laa laa
laa la laaaa
la lala lalalala
laaa
la la lala laaa
laa laa la la la
la la la laa...
all the news
radio
society
meetings
institutions
school
health
street city
scape moving
still
people doing
people things
death piss
and
living is
noise
lash out
or go into the depths

there's nothing to do
anyway

it's all just moonshine mood
shining

drifting on without us
with us
not us
flowing on
fucking hell it's snowing
get over it
it's lovely

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