Instinct Cat’s claws Raking red, black and blue Instinct My soul weeps Until you’re done, you’re through Instinct Leaves me lying The blood begins to pool Instinct Clean your claws Back again, round two Continue reading Instinct. A poem.
I am shapeless, without form or feature. I float in the ether between worlds, a wisp of aimless consciousness, searching for convention. Twisting, turning, the eddies of astral winds cycling like water down an infinite drain. Drifting in and out of reality, an incorporeal whisper. I sense a gateway, hovering above me, yet below. I reach with fingers of mist-like curlicues, wondering if there is depth beyond the vision. I look through into a vast horizon of potentiality. But the way is just out of reach, tauntingly distant and seemingly insubstantial. I drift on, the astral breeze pushing and pulling … Continue reading Drifter. A short tale.
What I want Isn’t what I get What I need Is your respect Your love, your trust Together wed To put the past Finally to bed Continue reading Need. A poem.
Obscured Drive into the fog Feel the way, your headlights bold The road obscured Consequence Lights are up ahead Highlighting consequences You down shift the gears Path Your fate in reverse Go back up the road you came Take a better path Continue reading Driven. A Haiku Trilogy.
No spoilers! Not real ones, anyway… I just saw Alien Covenant. I was a bit concerned that it might be all promise and not deliver the goods (a bit like the rather crappy Prometheus that preceded it). But guess what? … Continue reading Alien Covenant. A movie review.
Who are you? Are you what I make you? Are you the sum of dreams and fantasies? Could I cope with your reality? Would you live up to my fevered imagination and expectations? Would I live up to yours? Who are we? Perhaps it’s better off unknown Lest we disappoint ourselves Continue reading Who Are You? A poem.
The yoke weighed heavily I toiled the fields of my responsibilities I saw others dance and play all day and night And I was filled with envy And I longed to cast it aside So that I too could be free And one day I did I cast the yoke unto the dirt And my load was lightened And I joined the dancers in their revelry But while I danced into the cloying darkness By the empty light of a sullen moon My fields grew fallow And my crops failed And the subtle pangs of hunger Slowly turned to starvation … Continue reading The Yoke. A Poem.
This is a short uni piece I wrote some months ago. It was the second appearance of Alpha Girl, Beta Max and Me in my writing, and the feedback from those uni posts was what lead me to becoming a … Continue reading Digital Destiny and the Crux of Divergence.
She is the wedge between my thoughts The foot in my mental door I couldn’t get her out of my head Even if I wanted to And I would Never Want To Continue reading Wedge. A poem.
It’s a question One we all ask ourselves When no one else is there to ask When we think God is no longer listening When we feel low When we feel empty When we feel betrayed When we are hurt and in pain Why? Why me? Why is this happening? Why are you doing this? But while all questions deserve answers Answers are not always forthcoming Because life is not a Q and A session Life is not a simple straight line Life veers and sways like a fraying rope bridge over a bottomless chasm Life gives and life takes … Continue reading The Question. A poem.
He shined On every stage A voice that made you Take notice A guitar Burning and churning Changing lives Through music But inside Thoughts and pain Burning and churning Shadows and rain Low Black hole sun Dragging down Crushing him Who could see What would come To be To take a life So unexpectedly Into the superunknown Exit stage left Now rest Continue reading Chris. A poem.
This review contains spoilers. I never got the chance to see Lion in the cinema. In some ways, I’m glad I didn’t. Not because it’s a bad movie, but because it’s a movie that guarantees I’m going to cry, and … Continue reading Lion. A tear-filled movie review.
Illiterate, that’s me Unable to decipher The signals She’s sending I’m not stand-offish I’m just not sure How to interpret Italics, san serif and cursive A woman is a novel Written in filigree So difficult to read And yet all I truly need Continue reading Illiterate. A poem.
This is a uni piece I wrote a few months back. It was actually the first appearance of Alpha Girl, Beta Max and Me. I’ve removed the academic references and included one of my discussion thread responses from that week. … Continue reading Borrower.
Forty days and forty nights A season in the abyss That will pass in time Bringing light to your dark An end to this injustice And a guiltless mind Continue reading Forty. A poem.
