Stop and Stare

We have no time to stand and stare
Life is busy and hectic
No time to stop and care.

Eat, Work, Sleep
24 hours goes past in a blur
Leaving you in a shattered heap
then the cycle starts again
Eat, Work, Sleep.

No time to work on that tan
Money makes the world go round
or so some people say
Forever in that same old circle, bound.

But if we never stop
what do we miss?
Singing and dancing to Blitzkrieg Bop?
The lust and passion of that great kiss?

Break the cycle
Get on that bicycle
Stop and explore
Don't just ignore
Life is beautiful
so take the time to stop and stare.

2/9/12

January

Oh January

you and I have a turbulent relationship

you always make promises you can't keep

and I get so overexcited I can barely sleep

making plans in my head

if I did them all I'd probably fall dead

you always let me down

with a frown

you give me hope, you can give me dreams

then you rip them up at the seams

you pull the carpet from beneath my feet

and knock right off my self righteous seat

you make me ill, you give me stress

and I always end up in a mess

yet you know I'll be fooled again

and I'll feel like I'm stuck in the rain

but it takes sunshine AND rain to make a rainbow

so I'll see you through

and wait for the sun to emerge

9/1/12

Keys

The keys lie on the table
Shiny and silver
cold to the touch
opening new experiences
going through unknown doors
seeing the world like you've never seen it before
feeling at one with yourself and all around you
when I pick them up they jangle
the smell of freshly fallen rain
as I walk through the door
my keys turn the lock
and then I place them back on the table
where they sit
reflecting my image
reflecting my self

27/10/11

Untitled and For Roxie

Feelings so soft like waves on my soul
breathing, tossing, turning
bringing tranquillity amongst the buzzing of reality
sometimes I just want to switch it off
feel the silence of a thousand dreams
cutting the shreds of life away
and starting anew with the freshness of beginning

4/2/06

For Roxie
I love the way you look at me with your big green eyes
I love the way you'll never tell me lies
I love the way you touch my face
I love the way you run around as if you're in a race
I like the way your feline eyes are full of expression
I like the way you listen to my confessions
I like the way you stretch out and let me rub your belly
I like the way you sit on top of the telly
You're not just a cat
You're not merely a pet
you're my friend and companion
part of the family
and I will always love you!

3/7/05

Untitled

Cognitive thought process
like a machine analysing
the details in my mind
my mind is a tomorrow
just pat my head and see
what falls out
there's so much to see
and so much to be
It's just like watching t.v
because in my head
you need commercial breaks
but it's so much easier
to tell the real from the fake
what a fascinating place
in my cognitive thought base

24/7/06

Untitled

Unable to concentrate
I sit and contemplate
the time, the space, the setting
of what I might have been
before another time
before another year
another feeling of going under
try to keep my mind going
but there's no stopping
it just keeps slowing
over and out
slipping to cyperspace
I fall back in your tender arms again.

2006

Untitled

Walking through the art corridor
admiring the view
of a thousand colours
twirling and swirling like a carousel in the sky
vanilla skies and the essence of moon
light up a million thought images
the illuminating patterns
spread across the flowers of my mind
and once again I'm an umbrella
soaking up the feeling
of the artist's visionary adventure.

April 06

The Patterns

The patterns start knocking at the doors of my mind
The patterns begin to emerge on the wallpaper of my mind
lilac, yellow and blue
with a hazy hue
of something new
to the senses of sight and sound
the patterns go around and around
swirling and twirling
where did they come from?
where do they go?
The patterns have gone
and now my mind is all alone.

3/4/06

Untitled

My eyes feel like stitches
dreaming through the psychedelic layers of existence
trippy time in the ocean of consciousness
take me through to the rainbow side
filled with creative ambiguity
the mystery of illustration
illuminates each and every butterfly of contemplation
fly fly
remove my dirty wires
and connect me to the universe of daydreams
where I can explore
the outer zones of limitness

29/3/06

Untitled

My mind is a stage for my thoughts to perform
My thoughts are like shapeshifters changing in the night
The shapeshifters walk through my corridors
as the folders grow larger and larger
and the categories expand and expand
There's no knowing where it will end
every moment creates a new edition to the evergrowing catalogue
my mind is a stage for my thoughts to perform
in the show that never ends.

29.3.06