First I did not spy her, she came from higher than I can see
A rare glimpse of her magnificence, giving hope to gravity
Spreads feathered fingers to the wind, she turns away from me
Spiralling up she climbs, to infinity.


We never know when we are going to find we are not alone in the universe, or what the circumstances might be.
Then the following tuesday we received an Email, we have won the universal galactic postcode lottery.
Our prize, a planetary death ray, what a disappointment the universe is.


The many ways of growing up. Some feel they must jettison all of their childish ways, play is cast aside, in favour of dourness, all irresponsibility a sin. Angrily they clench their maturity. When they could be skating and singing, letting their child like anger fall behind.


Chaos’s bad humour slung our friends far and wide
We found a way to forage where they reside
What wonder in a twinkling stream
Manifesting from our dreams.


Cackling caws from charcoal birds
Trees spine leaves and world
Such beauty it’s absurd.



One day, we’ll choose to not retaliate. As if we grew up.


a talent to make you resent learning,
In the time when you wished to learn.


Every star I encounter, someone tried to squeeze them into a jar
To keep them in their closet. To quash their glorious corona
Let her shine, be grateful you are in her orbit.


You hoard and keep all to yourself, not one thing you wish to share
You lack all dignity, you have no means to care
When you fall, as you surely will, you’ll need the world’s helping hand
It will be given to you, as this is our lesson’s plan.


Silverfish swimming in my retina
I may have pushed too hard
Streaking with my dizziness
Porcelain forever scarred.


Sat in the coffee house. The nerds, the jocks and the hipsters, sitting comfortably. All the discomfort of school days differences a distant memory. Well nearly. Shrunk to a shrug and a tut.


I do not know how it got on the mat
It was not me that did all that
I am just your innocent cat.

Choose care

The illusion of free will is the keystone to the trick.

All the engines have stopped and all the tweeting beaks have gone to their nest. The neighbours have put down their hammers and the apes are all howled out. I put my head to the pillow to pretend that there is silence. The once mute swan feathers creak with every tiny twitch of my skull. What sounds like a rhythmical tin tray band, plays with every pulse in my ear way. My heart beats my ribs against the mattress, reverberating through it’s springs. My guts churn and creak like much haunted plumbing. I wonder how I ever sleep over my own cacophony.

Reviewing my feelings. A dip in mood, not really, emotional? Perhaps. Explaining would make me cry out there walking. I see your care, it hits me every time, as I see the man in need, the other side, the side where there is nothing given, but the kindness of beautiful people like you. Such sadness meets such kindness.

Nature and nurture battle it out. How much does what we experience change us? How much is in-built, our birth code reacting to what we have to deal with. When I saw injustice, all my life I have been appalled, yet stayed clear in fear. I was painfully shy, the unknown and the scary, never enough inquisitiveness to overcome my cowardly soul. I am told I am different now, yet I feel it is just experience gauged against my rules. Edging into virtual friendship has given me experience. The fact that there are wonderful people in the world, ‘them’ are a figment of a paranoid and fearful mind. I am part of us. Though don’t bother inviting me to a party.

Pessimism laughs at optimism’s happily ever after.

The jock basks in the violence of the sound
Ignorant to the content of the lyrics
dancing to the wishes of his demise.