DIFFERENT PEOPLE DIFFERENT COLOURS DIFFERENT LAYERS DIFFERENT LIVES
DIFFERENT SKY DIFFERENT WAY DIFFERENT MIND DIFFERENT PLACE

It was perfect, perfect!

And then I had to switch off the computer by mistake with my foot....Silly me...

So lets see if I remember the poem again...

trees scream
stretched branches
screaching against windows
as they line the street
naked winter air
....no thats not how it went...but anyway
erm....
barking shadows
loudly sway
they tap tap tap
but dont go away
this winter storm
this cool calm day
this sky bird frame
changes from day to day
but now as I stare at the frozen stark lines
of the trees as they wait, planted
as we all breathe forward to spring
the sun round again, but hidden for now

this is really a whole new poem with lines grafted to this... Yes, I know whether you believe me or not.

This is a poem I put on Icarus's site...but I like it so I' thought I'd add it to mine as well....

theres traffic outside...

the cars drive by they keep moving on

the tires roll round

but no one ever stops

what does it do

to sit here and stare

pretend to not care

pretend to not see

what its doing to me

what its doing to you

when we just sit and stare

pretending not to care

about the things people do

although like me and you

living different lies

but with the same old lines

the wheels on the bus just go round and round again

My Dad says you should just get on the bus...so theres a solution!

And now here is another....from a while back...found it in my fogotten purple scrap book

Little red buses

double decked fun

they travel up

they travel down

stopping to keep the tide

swept faces on and off and to their lives

Little red buses

turn a corner

round a bend

just so I dont have to walk

when its raining

buy my ticket

get that single

or if I'm clever a day pass

Little red buses with their drivers

very good at turning corners

very good at nodding heads

very good at being kind

granted you have a ticket mind!

these are just some photos left over from the other day that I quite liked...so I decided to post them now...

I rember the first song I wrote when I was about 7 it went something like this...

Theres a hole in my shoe and I dont know what to do
I'm sitting here and its getting late
where are you friend? And how come you're gone
when theres a hole in my shoe and I cant find you.

And now on a similar note I found a poem that I wrote the other day and it reminded me of how depressed I could be but the funny thing is, when I write these things I'm not down at the time it seems to come from a place where I've been but only remember....

Pressed hands
cradled head
this headache wont go away
it seems stuck to my brain
it is hurting me
held hidden pain
closed curtains
simmering darkness
time travelled but lost
time breathed but dead
my head, oh, my head
pounding silence
stirs the agony
hurtful noise glows around me
sticky pain lodged to me
clogging me, mocking me
and I turn yet again
but still it wont go away
and I turn yet again
where to?
but curtained time

liquid life.

floating dream
wanders down
the water river
flowing free
lapping ripples
tell their tale
against a surface
reflecting my gaze
liquid sound
drifts into
the air around me
as the day dies down
and the light softly touches
what the suns left behind


Glass stained
lived through days
too vibrant
that distant glow
untouchable the heavenly light
plays across the walls
held by time
with story lines
in colours that rhyme
with pictures framed
that live through days
time held story lives today.

it was a very london day

Storm!