Joined April 2011

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I am a photographer, painter, sculpture, choreographer and autonomous poet. Science’s explains autonomous is where the creative process by-passes the conscious mind. This means is that I have no memory of either what is written, or when.
It has been suggested by some Kabbalah Jews that my work comes straight from “The Source”. There are also music composers who are autonomous.
Interestingly I can recollect where almost everyone of my over 50 thousand images were taken.
However themes periodically pop up in my work which can be a reflection/mirror; both in my life and the human collective… My hope is that you might enjoy, be inspired by it or it gets your blood boiling!

My words are gone

The lore…

Wisdom is the journey trekked through the book of life…

The duet


The tides of angst finally give her up
Released from her seaweed shackles
Her once shattered edges have been honed smooth by storm and time
She lay where sea greets land
A rare beauty stripped bare of her past;
Where given opportunity,
She can become the foundation from which a new landscape can be formed…

Return unto me

To see is to know?

The far-reaching eye sees Lands where a rider travels through
His focus bears no mind to his surrounds
Rather looks to the Internal .
Mists descend to enlighten his view where a mountain range makes way.
A woman strides forth;
Undeterred by the darkness that has no Place on this Earth
Her silhouette outlined by an illumination that heralds her undoing.
She is met by the Faceless One who sees All
Questions abound
His retort… not fathomable.
The rider abandons his stead drawn to the Other place
A radiance beckons him forth
He takes great pleasure in its beauty; visions that speak of Possibility…
Finally Joy that he’s never embraced is almost his to take
But the gates into the Other begin to close;
This wonderment that Can not be; is not his nor ever was…
He races forth only to observe all that he has wrought;
The pain
The suffering
His fate; a mere whisper…
It closes with a final Telling;
To his breast he holds his Beloved son cleaved through.
The Truth revealed… His Betrayal finally played out.
The mountain trembles with the pain of the Norseman
The Can not be erupts
Spewing ashen sorrows of his broken heart
A trembling finger paints a line down a furrowed cheek;
Treachery is all that lay before him…

An Over-view

Do you dare…

The colours radiant
The spectrum ever expanding
The light brilliant
The possibilities endless
Dissolve to encompass
The vibration
Creates heat
Gives over to equilibrium
Stasis though is impossible
A harmonic arising from which a beatific column of air expands to fill all voids
Waves dance azure blue
On waters deep
There is no heavens
No sky
(the meld complete)
Burnt umbers coalesce with viridian greens
This jewel
Transcends surrender

What was is now

The presence of mind

There is no time
Like the present
The past and
The future
Can take care of them-selves
But only if you
Take care of now!

Called to account

I was invited to the Table of the Round to sit on the opposing side
Here I must make my case for my continued existence
I had not received prior notice
There were no guidelines or agenda
No eye contact was made though a constant buzzing could be heard
So I shut my lids and imagined I was at my loom weaving my story
Golden thread from my wedding gown mixed with tears of joy
Wool of lamb to ward off the cold to snuggle tight
Viridian green for when the Land had been fecund
Azure blue; my most precious thread of all, for it speaks of my final resting place and this is where I lay today
Quietly I excuse myself and step away from this reality

I have taken the time

A reminder

The Angels know they
Sing of it.
You know it in your
When you lay in your
Lover’s arms and they
When you drink from the
Font of knowledge;
A Mother’s
You are taught
Why do we
Fear what we most
I don’t dismiss
Pain for that like
Labour is needed
For birth.
And still a mother
Loves the child
And forgets the
Love that most
Is given not
So please do not
Take it for

Next time you
See a bird
Soaring on the
As something free
Caged or trapped.
And with it
Will be
Given back.

Room for two

“Now where are my glasses?”
A pair sat upon my nose
On my head
A third rested on my bosom…
“No matter… l shall look later
I’ve more important tasks to do
I must finish this manuscript.”
Crossing the room
I got the biggest of frights;
For in the mirror
Appeared the most ragged of woman
Wearing glasses all over,
“Whoever is she?
And why ‘The devil’ is this un-kept trollop
Frolicking in my sitting room?”
I screamed at her to get out at once!
Of course she did no such thing.
Rather she yelled right back with no sound!
Peering closer
I again demanded she leave
The simpleton seems to have misplaced her voice
But is defiant non-the-less!
The audacity of this creature truly is beyond belief
Well I’ll show her
I’ll telephone the police.
I went to dial 000
But the numbers had disappeared
A handle of sorts was all that was left…
Well that would have to do
I’d batter the wretch out the door!
Hunting from room to room
I yelled
I crooned
I whispered
But for the life of me
I could no longer find her
She’d vanished into thin air!
Good riddance ‘I say’
And with that
I walked into the bathroom
Intending to take my toilette
I got undressed and received
An almighty scare!
For there she stood
In all her unsightly glory
Grinning madly…
It was impossible to cover my dignity
My hands uselessly rubbed at my eyes
This vision of ugliness just wouldn’t go away.
‘Bugger it’
She’ll either have to stand on those cold tiles
Join me in my nice hot tub
For surely I’ve had enough!

Slowly the mirrors fogged up
The two became one
Though this no longer mattered
For I have a friend who stayed……

Sweet pastures

Writing’s not for the faint- hearted

Cor blimely it’s ‘ot!
Sittin’ in ma favrit possie
With tha sun streamin’ in;
It’s no’ surprisn’ really givin’ it’s summa afta all…
Swet asid’ and a flamin’ headake;
Constination ‘as bin brewin’ alon’ with tha ris’n mercuree

Bugga it I’ll move to coola climes…
I’m back an’ ratha bothard
See I poot chill’n out musac on
An’ patiently wait’d!!
Otha’ than’gettn’’ ‘ot unda tha colla’; ‘cos nothin’ came,
Apar’ frum blank spaces…
It seems I need tha heat,
Them dam drums an ma good ol’ writin’ chair- o’ corse!

“Derr I coud o’ tol’ u tha’
An ya time wudn’ ’ave bin wasted!

At sea…

How can you determine up from down
When your ballast is wayward?
You have no horizon…
Where your Mast is shattered no longer true
Your sails full of holes means you endlessly list

The psych recoils from the oily black mire;
For to go there is just a one way spiral…
The heart retracts
Squeezes but one drop of ache…
Enough for now
The soul
Lands gently to garner strength to navigate…

Petal perfect

Heal thy self

Come said the pain
I know the way
So the mind followed through the tunnels
Coming to rest in the bowels of itself
Unable to abide the stench
It tried to ascend
More fool me
Trapped in the excrement
It flowed into every possible orifice
Polluted by such foulness
I forgot the who and what of before
The now was all that mattered
Derision plundered reason
I drowned that little bit further
Gurgling spite
I choked on self-loathing
Unable to breathe
My heart thumped against my chest
Breaking apart my ribs
Exposed it rose up
Freed at last from this putrid cage of castigation
Roaming to and fro
It cast a light of love
The body repelled (still under the spell of the mind)
To sink further
Unrelenting the beat reverberated
Creating a harmonious hum
Building slowly it finally comes to a crescendo
A sonic blast of such force
All that is left is purity;
A mind cleansed
Finally the body has respite…

Base lit


The ache is immense
The heart so sore and the gut screams run
The self-confused lives in the land of Never-mind
To become numb
Deaf and blinkered
Doesn’t listen to the body’s instruction…
And thus breaks and bleeds
Vacant eyes
Gaze mesmerised at the trickle of her life
As it pools to tell her story.
Doodling a tree emerges
The Tree Of Life.
Disengaged she has no concept
No connection yet…
No matter
For Hope is large
She is tenacious
Her will to survive strong…

A crown with her jewel


The book of sorrow is set aflame
Ash disintegrates to provide no footing
Grief no longer has succour here
Remorse can make no purchase and thus is of inconsequence
For the empty vessel has layed his Beloved to eternal rest…

Soul reaper

To abide

“Do not fear what you can see;” is whispered in her ear.
The humming grows louder
She sees no bee.
A slight movement catches her eye
“The lace of the curtain is all;” she thinks.
Billowing open it beckons her forward…
Hackles on end she turns on her heels to abut the door.
Its knob rattling; it swings open, the buzzing returns.
The floor gives up its substance and she begins to sink
Quick sand now her only leveller.
Like a fish out of water; her mouth gapes open with eyes bulging forth
Every vein protrudes with the hope to escape…
And from inside out she truly does that.

The woman lay a broken thing on a cool ceramic floor
In a beatific room sunlit bright harmonic song cradles her keening
A white feather lay by her side…


Nursing a rhyme

“Have you no shame?” asked Conscience
It would appear not
For Action speaks louder than Word.
Little Jacob sat in a corner
Not understanding the why of the way
A good boy he’d thought
Until he was taught
That telling was BAD BAD BAD!

Perfectly practical

Self talk… ain’t it grand

I’ve gotta say; “You’re look’n pretty good!”
“Huh… you talk’n to me mate?”
‘Yeh nobody else about.”
‘Where’s your bloody speks?”
“Right on me nose…”
“Oh shite i forgot to put me own on!
Off I trot and returned to see
A reflection that’s not so bad…
A gift

The faith to be

The blank page is a void
From which the pen screams
The heart has vanished
Into a black hole
The I is
Neither here
Nor there
It seems to be
Not anywhere
The fabric gossimer
No tether to hold
Nor sense of substance
The azure pool evaporated
So the I
Cannot scry
The who and where
Am I
Lost though I may be
There is a Constance
Of my soul song

Enjoy the view

There is no fault

She speaks in vagaries
Her eyes don’t quite meet yours
Yet she show warmth and interest in your thoughts.
You come away feeling slightly unsatisfied…
A niggle of doubt that you let go.
You move on and live your life; with all its machinations… you are busy, challenged and full.
Tell tale
These sign posts are just that.
But unless you read them or if confused ask for direction
Then you will live oblivious to another’s pain.
Could you have helped in retrospect…
Who knows?
But to be truly in the moment
To engage takes courage.
To gently uncover old wounds is never easy
For they are often stuck fast by years of neglect.
Do we fill our lives with busyness and stuff?
Do we truly connect with the land on which we take so much?
Do we truly see beyond our own horizon?
I hope so…

The ache of things that are


The ache of things that are

I am shadow in
A mask full of night terrors that haunt my day.
I am
Seemingly blank.
A pit within where I have lost myself.
Yet my heart aches for you to see me.
Do you?

A Poetry Tribute To Rabbi Fred Morgan Publication


My images, art works and writing are unfiltered or edited. i just shoot the photos, apply the medium and the words come from somewhere inside without much if any thought or consideration…
My desire is that they might effect someone in a positive way

A footnote… I’ve explored PS with cars…!

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