Love lived at Binalong Avenue / In the Kitchen and Library / The boundary fence was our fortress / We would protect it with dirt bombs and g…
So much anger, so much pain, so much false hope in a glass container. So much separation, so much anguish, so much filling of emptiness w…
I wrote this for someone very dear to me, a gifted jazz musician whose struggle with his own search ended in a dark city corner many years ago. / Ken, this is for you… / (and one day, I promise, I WILL get your message to your daughters)
She glissades along the hallway shedding a vermilion ribbons to reveal creamy curves of porcelain which reflect and embellish my brume de…
Let us never reach our potential, but let us try and try and try…
NSFW
It’s the people / who try / to disappear / like shadows / fading away / with the sunlight / those a…
inspired by a couple of creatively talented souls here @ redbubble. not that there aren’t more of you…
When I think of dust I feel at peace with myself and the universe – so it’s a good enough excuse for me not to bother cleaning up the hou…
Oh… It’s just me, over-analysing something as simple as dust particles. I do that sometimes, perform an autopsy on every, little aspect of Life and Death…
they’d glisten / like juice, like rubies / daring to be found / but they’re gone / like a crevice in my flesh / gone
Sometimes, words fail me.
Because I crave the crave it creates in my fingers / it’s that dark need for a muse / the search for signs of life / inside myself / insi…
I / just / couldn’t / work / today / and I’m sick of having nothing to say.
Encased in arms of silence / Surrounded by the walls of no sound / Trapped in the discord of waiting / No word…but looking for a sign from y…
This is the first of a series of poems that I wrote in the early hours of 25 June 2009
Pain is my companion, teacher, nemesis and muse. / It’s the only way I can feel those blues, / And write the w…
. / Breathe deep 10 more times Linaji
Musings on a Good Day.. By the Sea..
Hungry for some words one day / I couldn’t find my muse / Thesaurus wouldn’t help me / So I tried another ruse
Just mucking around again, having fun with words ;-)
Episode 7 of the ever expanding saga called the Game of Kings
Episode 7 of the ever expanding saga called the Game of Kings Text: Danny / Art: LilyM
WHEN DARKNESS DESCENDS / AND PRETENSE ENDS. / AND THE REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR / IS A MELTING MASK OF HORROR. / AND THE DEMONS…
RE-POST FOR NEW GROUPS!!
Life is a quantum chain reaction of miracles; / A glass of blood red crucified wine. / The sad refrain of loves’ lost lon…
RE-POST FOR NEW GROUPS.
PAIN AND SUFFERING. TOO MUCH IS NEVER ENOUGH. MY MUSE IS HUNGRY!
HAIKU
YOU HAVE NO NEED OF BRUSH / OR CAMERA OR COMPUTER. / YOURS IS A DIFFERENT MEDIUM. / ARMED WITH PEN AND PAPER / YOU PAINT WITH WORDS! ...
DEDICATED TO ALL THE WONDERFUL POETS ON RED BUBBLE WHO INSPIRE ME WITH THE BEAUTY OF THEIR WORDS ON A DAILY BASIS!! MWAH!!! XOXOXOXO LOVE YOU ALL!! / P.S. I LOVE ALL THE OTHER CREATIVE SOULS TOO!! THE PHOTOGRAPHERS AND PAINTERS ETC!! XOXO
…with his dancing feet / propped up; / his hands behind his head; / his spine cradled / by cotton rope lattice, / _(it is a specially woven …
This is what I see happening when my muse, Pan, decides to go on vacation. :)
this is what I truly feel…
Will you get soulfully dirty in my words? / Plump up yourself with conceptions of me / I am hunting for an incense of cinders and petals / O…
I hear the stars smiling
2010 – just a quick ramble to say happy new year my beloved bubble friends..
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