Monday, 22 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
So that's what I'm doing. I'm also looking over some writing I did a few years back. Here's a poem called 'Stay Within' (just as a note, 'Jim' is a reference to Jim Morrison and his lyrics to 'The End'...epic song)
Walls around seem to breathe me in;
their energy draws in the power of my eyes.
Need to plant my roots to stay within.
Stretched then pulled into an emotional bin,
dispensed as waste in disguise.
My prism of colours calls me in.
Ride the Snake, as told by Jim.
I’ve put myself on a shelf, to one side;
waiting to get back to where I’ve been.
Keep my arms connected to my kin
until placed between four towers where I’ll reside.
For now: tears, coffee, cigarettes, gin.
Never any interest for me to win;
only certain mantras of which to abide.
Mother Earth just ground me in.
Prop up a pillow on which to rest my chin.
Everything we know of the Universe applies.
In demand by others’ sin.
Walls have infinite energy to breathe me in.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Forgive me for this slack warm-up but of course Halloween, Guy Fawkes Night (does anyone else still call it that?) and Autumn has passed us by and there are plenty of gaps to fill in and not enough time for hindsight so I won't blabber on about what I have done in my life recently; or more to the point, what life has done to me. I too have plunged into hibernation along with the rest of nature; all I've needed is sleep, so why is it that I have walked the waking hours like I'm on a valium-type-of-numbness? Switched off. Not firing on all cylinders as my Little Big sis says.
Today I woke up a little. Rubbing old times from my eyes, scratching my head about tomorrow and having yet another cup of coffee to think about the rest.