Another World
Do you still remember your childhood?

My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t…

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Writings (or ramblings)
Weaver
High-Flyer
The 10th
The In-Between Place
The Haggard Crone
Come, Dark
Chandelier Brain
Eat Me
You’re Strange, Rick
Ever-Queen
Sleeping
Beauty
The Black, White & Grey

In another world I sat, a young dreamer, to an old tune
An occasional finger I dipped, wetting in the mainstream
Samples I savoured, tasting the blurry, whirly life of Others
Sounds I heard, breezing past my ears – bees in a sun-throttled field

and time passed by…

Strong I grew, hardier than most -
a mind of crystal, a hand of steel
a wit of lightning,
and a heart of soft, bleeding stone

time passed by…

Many friends I made, and they made me in turn
Songs I sung, but not with love – perhaps with too much love…
Smiles I strew – cold, lifeless, soulless, yet guileless
Hearts I broke, intentionally – to resonate with my own

and more time passed…

My practiced role wore me tightly
An occasional stutter, temporary trips
With practice, I surpassed even my own,
exceedingly high expectations.

and time passes…

Now I wait, patiently, constant like a river, an echo
I wait for the future and I wait for the past
I bear it in silence, knowing deep inside
The Call may come, and find me here waiting

and time is passing…