Write you away
Into the grains
Of this page
Emptying
The ink of
All the rage
Write you away
Like it never
Was
Wish you away
With that shooting
Star I lost
Saturday 24 September 2011
Off the edge
Jumped in deep toes far
From the sandy floor
With one big breath and leap
Swimming far from the shore
The Swell is coming
Dark shapes are near
My limbs are numbing
some kind of death I fear
Wave after wave
Lash my face
Hardship and saltwater
Are all I taste
Yet somehow...I'm swimming stronger now
Though a little tired, getting used to how
To survive tredding deep, so with a gulp of air,
I prepare again to leap, with one last prayer
Off the edge
From the sandy floor
With one big breath and leap
Swimming far from the shore
The Swell is coming
Dark shapes are near
My limbs are numbing
some kind of death I fear
Wave after wave
Lash my face
Hardship and saltwater
Are all I taste
Yet somehow...I'm swimming stronger now
Though a little tired, getting used to how
To survive tredding deep, so with a gulp of air,
I prepare again to leap, with one last prayer
Off the edge
Tuesday 26 July 2011
Performed at Secret Garden Party Festival 2011
More than just a crazy intoxicated hedonism
We form the frontier of a spiritualism
Coming together in absolute freedom
Something begins to emerge - do you see them?
These happy people, poets saying "Thanks for the love" to their friends
And amazing performers reaching out to make sense
Of a big wide world
With alot of fucking questions
Right now, right here,
We're forging new directions
With the lake at its heart
We form a microcosm
Each of us a droplet of love
Causing ripples from the bosom to the brain
Our dancing legs to our voice
For every thought, every word
Positive intention's our choice
There's a gentle revolution
arising from this turf
A natural communion between
us party hosts and mother earth
As to the extent of its depth and intention
I have no idea...
All I can do is give
Voice to what I hear
And that which I hear gives me hope
That within the emptiness
There is fullness permeating
Like ripples in the lake
We are the frontier, gravitating
To our source; replenished in Gaia's adoration
With the language of love
Lets birth a new equation
We form the frontier of a spiritualism
Coming together in absolute freedom
Something begins to emerge - do you see them?
These happy people, poets saying "Thanks for the love" to their friends
And amazing performers reaching out to make sense
Of a big wide world
With alot of fucking questions
Right now, right here,
We're forging new directions
With the lake at its heart
We form a microcosm
Each of us a droplet of love
Causing ripples from the bosom to the brain
Our dancing legs to our voice
For every thought, every word
Positive intention's our choice
There's a gentle revolution
arising from this turf
A natural communion between
us party hosts and mother earth
As to the extent of its depth and intention
I have no idea...
All I can do is give
Voice to what I hear
And that which I hear gives me hope
That within the emptiness
There is fullness permeating
Like ripples in the lake
We are the frontier, gravitating
To our source; replenished in Gaia's adoration
With the language of love
Lets birth a new equation
Sunday 12 June 2011
Blank
We begin as a blank canvas,
filled only with the womb
Then we are coloured, painting
every site, choice, tune
All the while though, the blank canvas
rests beneath frame and form
terrified that its meaningless
could render pointless being born
why therefore strive to paint
on nought but voided space...
from which we're born
and will return
to death without a trace
filled only with the womb
Then we are coloured, painting
every site, choice, tune
All the while though, the blank canvas
rests beneath frame and form
terrified that its meaningless
could render pointless being born
why therefore strive to paint
on nought but voided space...
from which we're born
and will return
to death without a trace
Intelligent Life
I bought a copy of Intelligent Life magazine last week on a train ride to Birmingham for a work meeting - the type of high brow stuff that I would never usually bother wasting money on - and found myself LOVING it, as in every single article.
Literature, art, dance, travel, wine (to some extent), global issues, multi culturalism...while I've always had a general interest in such things, it dawned on me in reading the articles that these are things that I'm not only genuinely interested in, but which are the types of things that colour my enjoyment and experience of life.
Whats more, I realised, gulp, that I probably fall into a '30s something' readership - which the editors intentionally aimed at. And I found myself somehow comforted that (despite my strong sense of independence), I do perhaps 'belong' to some demographic group of society, with tastes and interests that the editors know how to feed and fulfill through their cleverly selected topics and discussions.
I've always been one to forge my own path, with the will to be unique in such things as career path, spirituality, literature, selection of girlfriends, etcetera. Combine this with a usually short attention span when it comes to article ridden lifestyle magazines, and perhaps you will understand why I was so surprised - in a good way, to find a magazine which highly appeals to my interests in EVERY single article.
Hmmm, maybe I do have a more 'normal' or at least 'fitting' role in this society than I had previously thought.
Literature, art, dance, travel, wine (to some extent), global issues, multi culturalism...while I've always had a general interest in such things, it dawned on me in reading the articles that these are things that I'm not only genuinely interested in, but which are the types of things that colour my enjoyment and experience of life.
Whats more, I realised, gulp, that I probably fall into a '30s something' readership - which the editors intentionally aimed at. And I found myself somehow comforted that (despite my strong sense of independence), I do perhaps 'belong' to some demographic group of society, with tastes and interests that the editors know how to feed and fulfill through their cleverly selected topics and discussions.
I've always been one to forge my own path, with the will to be unique in such things as career path, spirituality, literature, selection of girlfriends, etcetera. Combine this with a usually short attention span when it comes to article ridden lifestyle magazines, and perhaps you will understand why I was so surprised - in a good way, to find a magazine which highly appeals to my interests in EVERY single article.
Hmmm, maybe I do have a more 'normal' or at least 'fitting' role in this society than I had previously thought.
Sunday 5 June 2011
Dreams
05/06/11
I dreamt last night that there was a pet goose, which loved having hits head scratched. So much so that it kept rubbing its head against my hand, increasingly frantic until it became a bit scary.
Strange as I had a dream just a few months back, much more disturbing though, that a goose appeared on the road in front of the car I was in (either driving or in the passenger seat). The goose was distressed, having been damaged by something - probably a previous car - and it was flapping its wings looking at us through the windscreen obviously crying for help and wanting us to get out of the car and help it. However, its extreme agitation, and almost human like way that it was communicating with us seemed frightening - what would happen if I got out of the car? So I sat in the car and watched it while it desperately tried to beckon us out. Strange.
I dreamt last night that there was a pet goose, which loved having hits head scratched. So much so that it kept rubbing its head against my hand, increasingly frantic until it became a bit scary.
Strange as I had a dream just a few months back, much more disturbing though, that a goose appeared on the road in front of the car I was in (either driving or in the passenger seat). The goose was distressed, having been damaged by something - probably a previous car - and it was flapping its wings looking at us through the windscreen obviously crying for help and wanting us to get out of the car and help it. However, its extreme agitation, and almost human like way that it was communicating with us seemed frightening - what would happen if I got out of the car? So I sat in the car and watched it while it desperately tried to beckon us out. Strange.
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