Burning Away

My muse, my twin flame
Silently the hot wax melts
Watching love expire

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Separation

Idling under the tree of insanity
I linger a moment too long
Her tendrils slowly creep down
Envelope me and lull me to sleep

I dream of wild horses prancing
In the summer haze surrounded
By dandelions and dragonflies
Cavorting in open meadows

The lilac sky throbs, aching
To disperse its moisture
Waiting for a spark to ignite
And light up an electric night

A parliament of owls sit stoically
Above, observing the folly
Of my own impatient yearning’s
And rapacious desires

Melancholy inevitably creeps in
Like a billowing sea fog
Silence tumbleweeds a path
Toward the vertigo of isolation

Endless musings of otherness
Suffocate an inner stillness
Which would otherwise bring
Respite for the long journey ahead

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Abandonment

You walked away
Leaving me with one hand clapping
Shouldering the pain
Like a staunch Mennonite
Washing bloodstains with freshly fallen snow

shipyard

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Sturgeon Moon

To hang from a tree by the light of an August moon

As the sturgeon flow gracefully upwards to spawn in a river of love…

sturgeon moon

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Indra

A game of infinite mirrors
Path of the twisted hair
Leading us through a portal
Where two hearts can repair
The key of David was forged in your soul
From the fires of his heart
It unlocked that golden doorway
To a love that can never part

All Seeing Eye

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Courage

If I did not fear
I’d see the world through your eyes
Help me build courage

Face

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#365DayProject

Day 183

To mark the half way point of a project I’ve been working on I thought I would post my days writing today. On 1st January I started a 365 day project. Writing each day I am documenting events which happened to me in 1998. It was a life changing series of experiences for me and for the most part a very harrowing rite of passage.

#Day183/365

It’s always strange to witness the transformation of the cityscape when nightfall descends upon it. It’s almost magical with the lights brightly illuminating the night sky turning the pale cerulean blue above into a deep, inky indigo, haloed by orange tracers from car headlights, glowing shop windows and an abundance of harsh, static street lamps polka-dotting the highways and byways like Ariadne’s breadcrumbs.
For a while despite the cold I found myself lost in this evening glare, so bright that there were sadly no traces of stars above, just a crescent moon peeking behind a profusion of dusty clouds. I stuffed my hands deeper into my pockets, head down, counting my steps and being careful not to step on any cracks in the pavement, I made my way back to the bench at the city church.
Alone except for a passerby with his dog busily wagging its tail and sniffing every nook and cranny of the gravestone in the graveyard I unhooked my rucksack from off my back and took out the last of my apples and with a loud crunch bit into it after deeply inhaling its lush, fresh scent.
There is something very sacred about eating a simple apple when one hasn’t eaten all day. Just the smell of it took me to a place I had only experienced once before when I hadn’t eaten for 3 days just before I tried to commit suicide. I took my time, savouring each bite and when I had finished I lay down on the bench and rested my head on my rucksack. I hoped that it was going to be warmer than the previous night but ice crystals were already forming on the ground and deep down I knew it was going to be a long, cold night.
I fell asleep quite quickly, exhausted from a lack of sleep the night before and from the days activities. I soon woke up though after a couple of hours as the temperature had plummeted further and I was freezing. I rose from the bench and began to stomp my feet and flap my arms to move the blood around my extremities. I had never been so cold.
Eventually I realised I was going to have to walk around to warm myself up and so set off for a trip around the city centre. It was now just after 3am and the place was like a ghost town.
As I was walking back down the High Street a fox darted from the shadows and quickly skirted around the corner escaping my attention. The place was eerily silent and as I counted my steps again and watched my breath evaporate into the night sky I shuddered at the thought of my life just a few months ago living and working in London. Now I was living on the streets, in Birmingham, at least for the moment, wondering how I was going to get through this bitter, cold night.
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Illumination

Staring at the light
I cannot see, staring in
The dark brings more light

Lily Pond

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Recognition

Forever searching
Always wanting to be sought
Fickle clouds pass by

Recognition

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Meditation

Like a child absorbed
Listening to birds sing in trees
My mind is quiet

Macau

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