private bliss

the light of a thousand expectations shines in my eyes
i bought some new sunglasses, they're polarised
i'm trying to imagine the light of paris
and london and berlin and italy and spain
the clatter of voices in different accents
and the feeling of not being in a familiar place
the quiet sensation of snow
and cold wind on a big black puffer coat
feeling the noises through my skin
finding new colour palettes
opening lazy doors
an explorer of private bliss

heart vortex

blue bubble
protection
shiny transparent pink
reflecting the heart vortex
shining a torch in the crevices of memory
from a hundred years gone by
found fossils of memories
coming back to life

soft

its yellow
and soft
smothers me with shine
breathing in light
flavoured with rain and hail
sprinkle me in a gentle moment

supersize it

hot tears
cold dreams
served in large helpings
rolling down my cheeks

sing me a rainbow

make me a dream
wish me a fantasy
throw me a flower
sing to me
make me smile
kiss my heart
shine your light on me
bring me love
give me comfort
throw your arms around me
stare into my eyes
tell me the truth
keep believing in me
give me the gift
of believing in you

feel

feel all
know nothing
see everything
touch some one
smell freesias
bump along
free wheeling
think freedom
draw conclusions
ask why
tell stories
make mystery sing

a list

miserable
sad
tearful
lonely
lost and lost
seeking
abandoned
hopeless
afraid
worried
anxious
not good enough

deadwood

Deadwood ...
cocksuckers..
cuntlickers..
too good!

flame trees

sarah blasko flame trees
my new favourite sounds

make me sigh

full of tilt
made of molten flowing lava
mushy flesh of nectarines
the soft and rich red fibres at the heart near the seed
make me sigh

fair trade

feeling on top of things
but underneath other things
someone told me today that
nigeria has a very large flower export market
but it's suffering because of the way that green economics is marketed
everything is so complicated now
once you just grew
or picked from someone else's garden
or bought from the florist
or the person down the street
some flowers that were in season in your part of the world
now we worry about economies in places we may never have been
fair trade
i think it's the right thing to do
but how fair is fair
how do we know we have the right facts
all the world
all the flowers
all the money
all the hope
and we're still being manipulated
we're all leaders to someone.
but where are we leading to?
i don't want people in nigeria to starve.. i don't want to have no money to pay my rent.
i don't want people to be assaulted and robbed of their freedom. i want to have the guts to do what i want with my own life.
all these things are so obvious, but they don't happen. i can think of a million reasons, but i don't want to hear them. i only want to make a difference - a positive difference to those around me.

cloud of pain

i often wonder how are we supposed to live normally
when we know that on the other side of the world people are being bombed shot and killed
and half way across the other side of the world people are dying from starvation
children are being trained to kill people
i know the answer,
we let it be in the background
we read the headlines
read the international news
watch the tv news
radio news
listen to experts.. what is going to stop it. do they all get killed... can't work because the war is bred into the new generation.
do they know it.. do they wonder about life without it..
it's their pain, but it's our pain
it's creating a huge cloud of pain that envelops the whole of humanity

the tune of a faroff explosion

Cream white beige float drift fly soft gentle pliable
were the only qualities she desired
but then she met her alter ego on the stairs and everything changed
red blood heart run fall wrestle tough rough rumble
to the tune of a faroff explosion
suns colliding don't make a noise for light years
shockwaves oceanwaves soundwaves
locking in time with her beating heart
she found the truth