Thursday, 29 October 2009

The instinct

Take it,
Embrace it
Then create with it.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

The story

When I walked past that place
It all returned back,
Like a sweep of a shadow
That clambered to pack,
Some more weight to the melancholy
Some more truth to the woe,
If only this recurring spirit
Would its face dare to show.

Monday, 26 October 2009

The light

I stopped for a moment
To capture the light
To treasure some seconds
Too soon out of sight.

I wanted to stay there
And press pause for the day,
But 'twas the relentless beat
That took me away.

Friday, 23 October 2009

The state

If I could bottle this
Capture what is sure to fade,
I could begin to believe
That it's possible not to trade...
The dichotomy of feelings
That parade through the day,
The highs and the lows
The design and decay.
But to remain in this state
Would an affliction be,
For the constant offers no light or shade,
No measure or degree.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

The seed

If I speak of it now
Is it all that I am,
Or could it yet be
Just a seed in the plan...
That will bed in its root
And grow in another plain,
Somewhere fertile and rich
A land with no name.

Friday, 16 October 2009

The risk

It is curiosity and risk
That finds the edge of our lung,
The centre of our spirit
To lay out its scenes
To pick out its roles,
Those details and ticks
That form the tread of our soles.

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

The pursuit

If everything is possible,
If it remains that way,
It is worth the pursuit
The time
The energy
The foray.

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

The tongues

There is something of wonder
In these sounds that we make,
That cross oceans and borders
Histories alive in their wake.

But to know every tongue
Of all of these lands,
Would ruin the mystique
Of the distant 'ohs' and 'ands'.

For to listen so intently
As to try to translate,
Seems a shame just to focus
On a means to partake.

When instead it is magical
To simply recall,
The inflections and twists
The rhythm of the rise and the fall.

Monday, 12 October 2009

The churn

Drop a wedge in the cogs
For if the wheel has its way,
The sign will only ever read
'Nothing here to display'.

For it's the stoic, the stalwart
Who keep up the race
Who assuage a throbbing belly,
Fodder since gone to waste.

Chewing on churn
That does nothing but sate,
The jaws of the masses
Oh how they must ache.

And yet it continues
Like muck spread over lands
Layering over everything
Yet out of our hands.

The climates

The sands will conceal the footprints
The winds no glory allow,
No air to trap the breathless heart
No exit from which to bow.

The soils that spurt growth
That the rains wash away,
The flakes that make a city
A source of urgency and delay.

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

The lie

If all is deception then a truth must exist,
But should it step forth
Will it remain but a myth?
What does it take to escape from the lie?
Is to channel the pure, to live to deny?
Take the bold stroke and reveal the show
For when all is dust
Yesterday's silence is tomorrow's woe.

Sunday, 4 October 2009

The close

Looking back it could've been better
But when the heart isn't in it
All that's left is a letter,
To spell out the reasons why it must end
To emphasise the fact the soul cannot bend.
It's a fragile thread that keeps things in place
Seemingly sturdy but patterned with holes like lace.

Saturday, 3 October 2009

The net

So here it is
Another beginning
Another chapter yet to unfold,
Another sense of unravelling reels
Another chance to break the mould.
To change the shape of something so set
To initiate a hiccup, escape the predictable
Break from the net.