Raw Art

The real voyage of discovery consists, not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes..

Her body tilts back into him
opening her breast to the universe
She reveals an open heart
in order to be close
She risks raw
to reveal what is true

If she falls will she be caught?
Sh…

...and after all the hurt
we’ll get what we deserve…

...today is the day that we break and we lay our mistakes out on the floor…

...so will you fall in line?
or will you step aside?...

...you wake up to a new day
time to make up for what you didnt say
then you break up and do it all over again…

_It’s all about the energy of the universe….........
The Earth is one of eight planets in our solar system.
This is our home.
Due to the force of gravitation the Earth and all the othe…

Chase the emotion
around my heart
until it crystallises
A butterfly landing
on an open flower
Beauty upon beauty
My eyes water
and flood my face.

Building a fascination
into an obse…

Brilliant Plath disappeared in her Bell Jar
Intense Vincent Van Gogh was labelled insane
And when he cut off his ear they cried he had gone too far
They cut poor Frances Farmers emotion out …

Yes to sun on my back and breeze on my eyelids
Yes to shadows that reveal the light
Yes to living fully not partly
Yes to breathing in and listening to that quiet still voice inside
Yes to …

Don’t come near me unless you want to be disrupted.

I will:

Upturn a cliche and write it to a new form
Eradicate generalisation and turn it specific
Challenge a belief system if your fa…

Vainglorious Epiphanies
enthrall us with mutated ambivalence!

As cone-shaped generations generators
emit explicit explosions in boundless entirety

Oh rise my one-horned child of Deat…

*_She used to ride it all the time….........
Always making sure we had protection….........
She would say:
"we must be sure to cover the head, Just incase there was an accident."
The mi…

And hungry babies will cry for their mothers.

The Corpulescent tendrils of automated time
writhe in the chaos with blackened churning rhymes
of clockwork makeshift skeletons

In 12×12 rows of clank-work appendage, tissue stretched to…

How dare I
I who have nothing
Even to consider thinking
that I…me…who has nothing
a pauper compared to their royalty
I who doesn’t dress in the newest designer fashion
whose hair is …

"There was a river behind El Carmen Street.

It ran below the houses on the opposite side….way below….you had to go down a steep incline to get to the water.

Are you still into painting? I thought you gave that up and got a real job…

What color is your throne?
As bleeding rats move reliquaries,
to entice the wind with chimes and bones,
and move us past the cemetary gates

Are we now awake?
Or still encased in glass, …

Piebald Palindrome
Serpents Cross the Anome
A splintered Shell
The shattered bell
Sounds of nothing in backwards hell

Drones alone, drains and drowns
the names and faces
and all sound …