Don’t think that you are aware,
Of how much this space,
Can grind me into the ground,
When it gets going.
Twice triggering psychosis,
Decimating my self esteem.
It feels like you don’t care,
About any of that.… Read the rest
Blah LaLa (page 16)
How?
The point is that I am not willing,
To engage on this level,
With my heart.
But I make the mistake,
Of talking about this ‘connection’,
Over and over again.
I am not sure how to remove it,
From this story.… Read the rest
not in and not over
Tucked up inside like a little possum,
Don’t feel like writing.
We are all of us ambivalent,
In any case.
Not in, and not out.
Just stuck in some bleak in-between place.… Read the rest
preference for the practical
The hard lines,
And rational thinking,
Of kitchen design,
Does not precipitate a poetic state of mind.
I could get nothing new that I want,
And the same basic arrangement,
For a big chunk of change.
Or cobble together,
A custom solution,
With my preferred elements of practicality.… Read the rest
Home
Wading through the treacle of my soul,
My to-do list hangs heavy around my neck.
Remembering crisp white wines of summer,
When the world sang of new life.
And friendship.
Drag myself up to the heart of my house.
Activities that require an energetic state of being,
Feel like pushing rocks uphill.… Read the rest
Gentle goodbyes
Let the leaves of my heart unfurl,
And open into a space of quiet exile.
A gentle drag in my stomach,
Speaks directly to my heart.
The whispering shroud of sadness,
Tells me you are gone.… Read the rest
Oh so quiet!
Not sure if this is 100% over,
But you are certainly not around,
And I feel curious about moving on.… Read the rest
Take a look around
How very peculiar!
I have two data sets.
And they tell quite different stories.
Some part of me thinks that my tactics worked,
And that you left me too!
So, how are you doing?
It has been a few weeks now (I think).… Read the rest
March in the world of Google
Something has changed in my digital ecosystem,
And I feel sure that the Google update is responsible for much of it,
However, I feel like some of you have abandoned me too.
Tell me it isn’t so!
Tell me you were once here, and that we are just currently estranged.… Read the rest
Words
Is there anything better,
Than the art of putting words on a page?
They flow from my soul like a watercolour,
Painting a different kind of piece.
Like a sculpture of sounds,
That the words make inside our minds.… Read the rest