As above, so below. The skies are blue, black, pink and grey- the mind is multifariously multicoloured. The unconscious- it’s like an ever changing, ever shifting maze; an aspect of the mind, a vast basement to the head. Your chain of thought threads you through it like a piece of cotton through the eye of…… Continue reading The vast maze of the unconscious mind..
His mouth- God his mouth. My lips curl upwards just thinking about it. His mouth is the warm place; the place where everything else fades away to background noise and meaningless chatter, the place which settles everything still raging in my soul. His lips brush mine and everything starts to fade away- his mouth is…… Continue reading His Mouth
The words coil in your mind; they billow and blossom and meander. Ideas suggest themselves; they show themselves as reflection in the wet pools of your thoughts. You absorb their indication as you concentrate, you look in the direction they lead your minds eye, and you start to wonder at their echoes and their strains…… Continue reading The art of writing- the act of expression
The poem was waiting, simmering gently beneath work deadlines and plans for the weekend. Lurking way back beneath the bones and simple things, waiting for the moment, the right moment to present itself. At which point it falls awkwardly into my mind, an assorted array of images feelings translated and pictures of head stuff. Flashes…… Continue reading The Poem