Ride a White Horse

One of the many highlights in my life has been my relationship with this band of warriors. I have worked on two of their albums, and spent many fine hours in the prescence of their fire. Thank you Geordie, Big Paul, Jaz and Youth. I will always remember (respectively) the ascent, the thunder, the chaos, the dance....

( 2.55 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA )

Killing Joke - Pandemonium

From this nothingness, the primal parents of the Māori came, Papatuanuku, the Earth mother, and Ranginui, the Sky father.

“E iki, e iki e!
Te turou o Whiti!
Hiki nuku e!
Hiki rangi e!
Hiki nuku e!
Hiki rangi e!
Ha-ha!
Ka hikitia tona uril
Ka hapainga tona uri!
I-a-ia!
I-aia!”

He is Set About

cobalt morning i awake to colour wash sparking and rolling behing my eyelids forms flowing emerald turquoise melding jasmine breath almost as if you are visiting me from afar very sweet of you very kind to wake me up like this almost better than a cup of coffee and a kiss thanking you for the gift of light

freedom flash spend all my cash all i want to do is sink my teeth in a nice vampire so polite charming rogue skinhead in love crying on the underground peaceful crime hate time i fret i forget never say goodbye as you disappear into the green moor mist i still do not love you dressed in brown every town the same proles

recycle everything dressed in plastic sweating process computer monkey suckle down the mall paying bills being ill running home to mummy swinging a flag of convience under arctic sunshine priceless gift of no value my love for a stranger take a dip in the chocolate fountain take a centrifuge candyfloss ride i never thought i would reach forty

wrap the black cloak around your shoulders pull the cowl down over your eyes white out the night slit the headlight split delight divide day from light jungle lion pig iron dust settles on my new boots every day more of who i was falls away familiar happiness goes easily draw a circle in the sand leap inside hold your hand

watch the other side of the world slide away give myself to myself never give up control again not to anyone take back the soul which once was mine "you did'nt stop it" after the afterburner button has been buttoned on and burnt ride that particular warhead into the sun kiss the sunspots give a solar flare a blowjob pithing my tent atop an iceberg floating on a boiling oceanr

coming up for air pushing back your hair goose bumps and champagne cold burn mourning dive bomb from the trees run across the bottom hugging a boulder fire storms catch the undergrowth up it goes down it comes kiss him he is shining kiss her she is crying stand proud before the supreme commander of the mothership or else become her prisoner

where the middle class meets the abyss where the boring meet unimaginable horror where the staid get stained where love meets the wall i would wish for everyone to let go to grow project this light into the darkest corners find out who is hiding there and set them freewhat are we doing 'social networking' nobody here now always on always on the line dreaming of being somewhere else when we can't even be honest here

the lambs sing the hunters yell pluck a string bend time around your little finger slice the air with knives of joy drop acid in the water cooler a little piece of paradise nice at twice the price sitting around the fire in a paper house rain melting the windows dreams of impossible princess' twisting the night away scream as you come

elephant rumble crocodile agitation she rolls her eyes back so white against ebony cinnamon she tastes of vanilla knuckles white with the ride a wheel shakes loose a nail rakes my face is that a smile of pleasure or a grimace of pain slap me blind me with light the noise rushing in my ear take as long as you want accident

"i know i have made some poor decisions lately but i can give you my complete assurance that my work will now be back to normal" HAL the great beast takes a seat in the space shuttle feathers the trigger aims for the dog star you know he hears the drums of war when the past was closing doors jump from adoration to adoration burn the bridge of my relation my own trip willard opening envelopes

i saved it for best last love alone on the bad boy back seat of an empty bus a rattle in my night the indian nurse pushes a syringe into the eye of my tattoo you have deliberately opened your third eye my face covered in blood she jumped off a beautiful waterfall with her babe in arms he died she survived but not really humming high tension wires in winter drizzle tape up the windows turn on ignition dangle from the practice room wash your brains off the wall they left and took you with them everything i love leaves in the end there is too much darkness in new zealand.

after eighty six years we are flying up the great avenue of avebury, fifty feet above the tops of the sentinels we are hand in hand but are not seperate, we are interchangeable, we are happy. as we reach the centre of the great circle we take off verticaly, outwards towards the furtherest star faster until he finds us, he is winged and unmarked and radiant together he leads us to the fire, white fire a lotus flower mandala cool and hot and sweet. we are flames dancing forever brothers and sisters boundless love centre of all no end no beginning

Dancer

"i have wanted to do this
for the longest time"
her oiled hands
pushing my pain
away and out
the nicest part -
she holds
my thumb
and small finger
in a mystery grip
it is so caring
i cry
with relief

Someone Very Unusual

tounge melt chocolate
banana coconut breath
ferris wheel retina sparkle
fizzing in my mouth
soft hands on hips
knees bent warm
eiffel tower
your muscled legs
attenuating the darkness
of flat belly
to be filled
i worship
blow paint pigments
across
milk white breasts
write AGAPE!
on those blushed cheeks
press my ear
to your temple
so as to listen
for the synapses
firing
in your heart

For Joseph Kone and " The Lords Resistance Army" (fucker)

I have always loved Brian Eno's idea for solving conflict : hit em with CULTURE BOMBS - high quality hallucinogens , art, rock n roll and pornography! End of problem!

Music : Sigue Sigue Sputnik, Love Missile F 1 11 12"

Reborn

seven times seven
never dead
lascaux
uluru
karnac
avebury
varanasi
jerusalem
venice
orlando my longest love
the only true desire
i have ever known
we laugh
we love
we fall
we fuck
we fight
we flee
we dance
we die
your blood my wine
your body my bread
touch my heart again
spark me to life
take my hand
lead me
to the water
lily white sun
so that next time
i will return
the favour
and immortalise you
in stone
in ink
in paint
in trees
in fire
in air
in life

i wish for you
only happiness

Dear Wife, I've been Under The Water

100 Club , Oxford Street, London. Backstage.

The night we danced till dawn, and Clive got busted.


Photography : MPA Glover

Deluge

how much more
can the clouds hold
atoms are smashing
hiroshimas of energy discharging
we race
toward the eye our
hair on end
knocked off our feet
by katabatic force
doors slamming like ack ack
glass explodes
automobiles, houses
sucked into the sky
until at last
a clean amythst
sky of calm
just before
the deluge

After a Painting by J M W Turner

the sun of venice
going out to sea
celestial waters marble
forms forth from the oil
vain green reflection
where the stone hits the sky
balances coloured
sail piercing below
and above from mists
deep shapes a magical
labarynth of dreams
that is the cobalt lagoon
cold in her muddy dominion
as if birthed forth from
the child of venus
a daughter of glory
wet and fast held
to the breath of life

Sculptor

We meet again
How long has it been?
Far away and so close
Turquoise
Black sand pouring
Over your hands
Your neck
Your breasts
I kept you awake all night
Talking
One Night
Tiring you
For the day
We said goodbye
I remember
A large book
You sent seeds
And now your voice
Nomad souls
We are
Held back
Is he laughing now?
I want to hold you
In the rainforest
And go somewhere free
We have never been
Before

Albion

It's always a wrench, leaving the wench. I long for London, feel her loss keenly. How I prosper here, and grow, and learn. Go stand before Holbein's portrait of the More family in the National Portrait Gallery - some of my ancestors, look at Margaret Roper, and understand. How strongly connected I am. The blood is thick.
An espresso at the Monmouth Street Coffee House (the best friendliest coffee in the world), a croissant at Maison Bertaux, then bumping into someone I know on Charing Cross Road, standing on a traffic island and sharing our stories. Buying books in Foyles, holding your hand in Russell Square. Catching a train at Kings Cross, a night beside the obdidian black river under the fullest moon.
Dancing with my dear friends. The passion of strangers. Turner sunrise. Your depth and hidden time. Every soul here a metaphor. Hawks, rats, pigeons, foxes.The lions in the square, where the bones of mammoth and sabre tooth tiger were uncovered when Nelsons Column was built. A gunner on the Victory, the cabin boy on the Bounty.
And now, my friends and family and colleagues : Richard, Youth, Megan, Adrian, Tom, Sam, Phoebe, Kasper, Christine, Malcolm, Roger, Anita, Johnie, Laura, Peter, Martyn, Knock, Alex, Chester, Rob, Claire, Ludevine, Isabel, Isis, Balin, Jay the tailor, Robert, Ted,Mog, Barnaby, Simon, Mel, Catherine, Michelle D, Bill, Phil, Milton, Ross, Andy, Nick, Emily, Michelle K, Paul, Guy, Stephen, Jenny, Jonathan, Peter, Gordon, Ed, Liz, Kate, Sarah, Richard, Leah, Charlie, Lisa, Catherine H, Mike E, Tanya, Peter D, Dom, Tracey, Nicki, Khalid, Becky TPY, ....and those I do not yet know or never will, but who have precipitated something.
The music - Killing Joke ( at last the circle complete again, Honour the Fire!), Transmission, Subsonar, NIN , The Orb, all-nighters at Gaz's Rocking Blues, The Webb Sisters (I have kissed angels), Bond, The Futureheads, What the Folk, Fireman ....there is never enough music....
I hope to see you all again, somewhere, somehow.
As Francis Bacon once said "Have we said enough? I think we've said too much! HAHA..

Night Club

a ferris wheel of time stood still the second hand stops my heart swastikas sunflowers and sand on a summers day the salt toffee dog is sprinting after the gulls amyl dancefloor nectarine smoke an orchard on fire an orchid smooth fingertip touch sugar syrup sounds the bass bin beating our hearts for us kiss my pulse my only listen to the magic sparking from the monitors

Flying Soon on A Big Silver Bird

I will be living here, on the edge of the world. Come and find me...

X Marks the Spot

Thank you Nigel

Xmas Wishes From A Friend

"We've both been through it a bit lately, eh Jonathan?

All I can say is, to follow Polonius' advice to Laertes in Hamlet..."

'This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.'

Thank you my friend, and if I may be so bold, then I feel that inside you is an artist too, struggling to escape!

To My Anima X

Anima and animus, Carl Jung's school of analytical psychology, both one's "true self" as well as the feminine side of a male's unconscious mind; contrasted with animus for the contra-sexual element in a woman's psyche.

Thats Evolution for Ya!

love deep inside lascaux

the roar of the mammoth

and pyres on mountain peaks

a fleur de lis in your hand,

a golden eagle thermalling

drums, flutes

heat

fur

skin

the ember glow

reflects in your eyes

we return and leave

and return

i will paint you

with red ochre

and wrap you

in garlands of flowers

For Philip Mathias Tohunga ta Moko, who died two years ago

Phil
my blood brother
from another time
not of this mortal coil now
yet you are under my skin
As always
you are out there flying
through the universe
visiting every now and then
sharing mischief
and aroha
Thank you
from my deepest heart
for everything
I look forward
to the next time....

I have been keeping journals for as long as I can remember. An outward expression of my interior interpretation of the outside world. I feel the time has come to publish and be damned!

Some entries are contemporary, some are excerpts from many years ago.

My journey is and will be long, I believe in honesty and expression and being open of heart. I care not what others think of me, I am strong and creative and wild. I distrust censorship and fear.
I believe in freedom and love and beauty. I am an artist.
Hello.