A bear hug, kiss on the forehead
And a giant toblerone would also be welcome.
I hold my eyes in my hands
as witness to what I can only see once
on the crimson flames
a life of hardship and toil
Hundreds of men toiled for years at building the pyramid
We toiled up the hill in the blazing sun
His lips quivered in lustful anticipation; in his mind a hundred images of the savage torture that was about to take place.
Richmond, outside the window five white-red building cranes perched around a patch of grass, like vultures waiting for it to die.
we would just lie there,
still, side by side
with our fingertips touching each others
and we would listen to the silence.
I miss you and want to go caving again……..I never knew I could drive motorcycles so far before you
you are truly powerless
and I am shamed by my strength
The following is another attempt to bring awareness to a link between sensitivity, creativity and mental health. I believe myself to be very sensitive to emotional energy and am surrounded by so many…
I stare at people, I see people in people.
Express trains stop between station.
Conceptual art at its best. It involves space, time as well as engages the public.
Locked away in the attic
so dark and so cold
One little window
so small but tis my own
As the tattered curtain falls
falls to the floor
I look through its panels
instead of the dusty old walls
very rough ideas on menaing in language and recent memory verse secrets and blocking away derailers
Woman I know you!
But do you know me?
You left me in the dark
at the young age of three
Left to die left me alone
You were no mother,
just an ugly old crow
A waste of my time
A waste of space
Then I saw …
I am beginning to wonder if the act of listening could be perhaps the most amazing creative tool. I believe that many of us who are creatively sensitive are not such good listeners. I count myself am…