It’s not the kissing that excites, it’s when it stops
when we nestle our heads into each other
when we let the spirits flow between us
when we understand that we do not have to kiss
Archive for February 2015
Not Quite Klimt 3 comments
Garage Sale Leave a comment
A myriad of emotions
A bag of assorted feelings
A suitcase full of memories
A clutch of friends no more
A handful of times forgotten
A push of unwanted rejections
These things that were
That I can no longer carry
They are now for sale
But the life still to be lived
in this well used body
I will give to you for free
The Day Leave a comment
The Day
The day you realise that you have become
Engulfed
Enslaved
Ensnared
Enamoured
Will be the day that I will stand
Reviewed
Released
Rebuked
Redrawn
Finding Dreams Leave a comment
Finding Dreams
I read pages of
other people’s
imagination
I look for
lines of dreams
I will not write
I find dancers
that pirouette
on words
Hear voices
that cry
for redemption
I have read this book
from cover to cover
I have not found…
We All Still Need Leave a comment
We All Still Need
Despite the collection
despite the confirmation
despite the issue of intelligence
I need you to give me the evidence,
that piece of factual information,
that will establish my truth
For that which I want to know
I need to see your cognitive process
for establishing the validity of
proof that you say you hold
I feel your evidence may be thin and
lack the calculation of all properties
What have you read to test your truth
what molecular structure of my words,
what determination, substantiation
have you documented to ensure
that your words are error free and
not just an automation for my needs
Attestation, authentication, confirmation
these words and actions that confirm,
or is that conform, they are not strange
nor unnatural, for in this world today
everybody still needs
a little validation
Without End Leave a comment
Without End
I have a specified,
mathematical context
My value is always fixed,
Yet often unknown to me
I am unaware of the formula,
But I know one exists
Unchanging in nature,
I am steadfast in purpose
Some will see me as incessant,
But you may see me as you will
It may seem to some, but I am not just
An experimental or theoretical condition
Continuous not occasional
Endless but not erratic
Sustained not random
I will not change
I will not vary
I will always be – constant
Memories of Silence Leave a comment
His soul sits amongst the quiet
shadows of curious guardian spirits
It looks to the heavens but sees
only the lights that do not shine
In the distant backwater of an old mind
it walks with memories of silence