Sunday, March 26, 2006


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

Sunday, March 19, 2006

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.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

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!

Saturday, March 11, 2006




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

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

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.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

it was a very london day









Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Storm!