Until The Last Grain of Sand Melts Into The Sun

Awkward Honest

2011-08-16T13:50:00.001+01:00

I am re-igniting

the boy in the bath

2010-04-12T06:59:00.002+01:00

for i was not yet a man
there was glass smashing under our boots
and we had been swimming

she followed me with her camera
into the ruins

i wanted to be naked before her
bare my soul, give her everything
be her muse, her lover

the smashed steel was so cold
i screamed with the pain of it
and she took pictures

we were digging up the past
and kissed only twice
once at Callanaich under the stars
once beside a waterfall on the mainland
in a torrential rainstorm

i have never known such kisses since
we disappeared

now you know

Carry You Across

2009-12-17T09:38:00.002Z

I kiss your forehead

You blink
doe eyed

The heather burning
The tarn bursting

You soar
gold feathered

The lightning arcing
the mountain splitting

You dive
rainbow warmed

The oceans folding
the planets dancing

You cry
perfume drenched

The sky melting
the gods laughing

You sleep
darkness free

His blood
is coursing
through you
Times heartbeat
holds you
in her arms.

'profile'

2009-12-09T09:10:00.002Z

We fit

no descriptors
no charts
no type
no demographic
no race
no zodiac
not ecto
not endo
no condition
no illness
no dysfunction
no class
no scale
no pass
no faill

We are
unique,
made of
stars.

Beginnings

2009-11-19T22:13:00.003Z

She is cut from her car
drenched in blood
to match the paintwork
her lips the color of sky

beneath his boots
glass crackles and splits
arcing blue light bouncing
over the dead black road

she is holding their
twin daughters
on her hips
all of them smiling
for his camera

in his arms
they are warm
grinning with joy
for
milk and sunshine
and honey

her eyes flutter
with the oxygen
and the plastic
in her throat
and through the chaos
his teeth flash bright

"i am going to take care of you"
and
"it is going to be alright"

they take their babies
beautiful pink fingers
and wrap them gently
just for a second of time
around the pohutukawa sapling
for a blessing
touch this
he digs the hole deep
with a shiny stainless blade

the ketamine
kicks in hard
but she is aware
of his hands
looking for her
feeling for her
damage and strength

the car lets go
its grasp
and many gloves
lift her free
carry her onto
bound softness
and morphia

she is always pleased
to look at him
to see him
sometimes it is as if
the very air is on fire
when he steps bravely
through the doors
she heats up
when they talk

he breaks the rules
alone in the speeding ambulance
kisses her forehead
as his eyes follow
the peaks and troughs
of heartbeat
and breath
he cries
for she is a stranger
yet he knows
her name

and she places
the tiny plant inside
red earth
knowing, feeling, seeing
one hundred years pass
until
someone will hug
the gnarled splitting boughs
and understand

On The Island.

2009-11-14T21:41:00.002Z

We considered diving into the heaving ocean, but settled instead for a deep rock pool that sat halfway down a massive slope of ancient cliff. We were naked before everyone, how they laughed at our stupidity and clumsiness on the boulders. The cold was shocking as we gingerly entered the water, we swam over crayfish and blue cod glinting in the spring light. Emerging, it felt as if our skin was on fire in the salt breeze. As we sat drying ourselves with our clothes, you said how beautiful and brave you thought I was, wanting to swim, when the others were content merely to observe. How very different I was, so exciting. How fast I moved, quick to action, inspired by chance. That you loved me.

The Dancing Girl In the Clouds

2009-10-25T18:42:00.002Z

On the beach
she is spinning in circles
her arms held open

A dog
nuzzles into her warmth,
her scent

In West Kennet
a wall disappears
and the face appears
from the shadow
once again
then retreats

The dog is transfixed,
running through snow
towards her

Loyalty is the moon
to him,
bleeding with desire

Though she dances,
the clocks tick on
with soul music

Now as always
too sudden
too soon

Emerald Mountain

2009-10-20T05:54:00.002+01:00

You are
Impossible to Ignore

Those eyes
have me
whole and unprepared
Within minutes
you knew everything

We hold on
so tightly

Real

Navigator

2009-08-22T07:21:00.002+01:00

she smells of
candyfloss and caramel
and opium and wine and
peaches and peonies and
salt and sunlight and
incense and gunpowder and
kakapo and koru and
rain and earth and champagne
and oysters and pepper and
fire

white cell

2009-07-23T12:18:00.002+01:00

diamonds on fire
beach break champagne
kelp wash sun strobe
daughter of day dreams
blood neon geode
song of scoria
ginger heart rembrandt
hebridean blush
you are my
one minute muse
gypsy strawberry mirror
blinded beauty
read poetry
while you burn back
on your elbows
in summer grass
honey breath
you breathe

write to me

2009-07-09T12:45:00.002+01:00

write to me
write to me so that i may
see the form of your hand
the shape of your wrist
the curve in your elbow
write to me
so that i may read
of time lost
and found again
of freedom gained
of passion past
of a smoke filled room
the beat of a drum
solid schist crystal
sentinels of our dreams
in which we touch
the angels you have birthed
the waves i ride
write to me
so i can remember
how it was
our dance with the moon

Teignmouth

2009-04-26T00:17:00.002+01:00

i make new memories
in this village of my past
like the new page you see
disappearing beneath this ink
the cross-fade of love
washes cubes of color
from the paintbox
she is gone
she was always there
fired with heat
aglow from a black sand sun
it is time
clock of surrender
switching oiled gears
across the flat bill bored desert
you take my water
and i realise
you were only a mirage

in the valley of death
we escape
from a guerilla bullet
into a perfect helter hole
skelter dark
a drop
perfect into a huge cavern
lizard watching
wet limed
stone forms quickly
filled, busied with life
catacomb of civilisation
that we so quick the pioneers
cannot are not allowed
to be in the first space again
but i find my self in
her arms
to profess eternity
diamond ring
on fire as she takes my head
in her soft arms

Bunhill Fields

2009-03-16T08:41:00.002Z

William Blake said to me
(he was nearby)
blessings my son for you
are one of the many few
who have seen fair London
on its deepest brightest
longest darkest day
(his grey angel wings fluttering away)

what is it to see
the bloodied husk of death
waiting for his man
and the other
bright tide puller
phospherous above
batter seas four pylons?

my answer
to his raucous silence
is the mirrored reflection
of a tree in the ocean
surface of her
blonde pearl smile

PTSD

2009-03-11T03:47:00.002Z

love like blood
goodbye
hello
it all turns blue
stripped
free from attachment
life or death
no compromise
only space between

i think it was more like fourteen
your path parallel
but not the same
we are one heart
but not the same
crying come back
tearing apart
like drowning
slipping from my grasp
one thousand years
of sadness in your smile
sweetness
we are remembering
our future
before it begins
we will be
great

how will it end this time
with fire?
with saltwater
marbling down our windows
made of waves
that generate out
past the island
that always looks the same
no matter
which aspect
we gaze upon

blood only blood
show me
let me feel
all the love
all the pain
all the birth
all the death
give me everything

i hope
the waters hold you
and the currents
are fair

how different
our bodies are
i must descend
to hold you
you must ascend
to kiss me
the crown of your head
smells of sunshine

the slap of release
timing
get up fast
stay low
stay fluid
and ride
the dynamics
in the direction
you want to go

i let go
i let go
and all my boyhood
dreams come true

since you went away
the blink
of your feathered eye
wings silently across
a night of swaying
and wet bluster
the white boats
swing around
their moor lines
and you,
you fly away

Stuck

2009-02-28T00:18:00.002Z

I make the ocean
my lover
your name
is my reason
the cyclic
beat of our heart
swelling
with strength
and period

i push out
into
and under
you open
my eyes
inside
and when you form
i climb up
and at last
we dance

there is much more
to you
than i see
beyond the beacon mast
and the fire
are brightest days
fiercer storms
and bigger love

i commit my soul
to the only truth
the ocean
my mountain
her eyes twinkling
her face wrinkling

we both know
to be held in
the arms of our land
is older
is more passionate
than all the words
we do not say

to each other

2009-02-22T09:49:00.000Z

Come Back

2009-02-15T17:49:00.004Z

find me
go searching after we die
at the sunrise
find me
bury me with gold
and i will kiss you
with my first breath
find me
let not our years end
this time
find me
disobey any rule
that would keep us apart
dance with others
then find me

2009-02-14T09:19:00.007Z

Eternal and Unconditional

2009-02-12T22:49:00.005Z

words before fruit
a hug and a headache
her forearm as smooth as slow marble
the fire of azrael
clocks wound up
a beach fused to glass
an unstoppable force
kissing
an immovable object
geoglyphs
my heart eaten
your form prone
slipping under
climbing over
i love the ink
softening and blurring
al bean crying:
"please, just two more hours"
waiting all my life
to see you
one hundred elephants
moving invisible through the trees
milk green depth
the chess game of sanity
standing across the fault line
quail in a daisy dancing field
the winged figure
in the cave
it was'nt all sun bright days for us
sometimes it was curtains of mist
and lightening
filling the tanks
stirring the sediments
the dog barking outside
your window
waiting for a plane
the holiday in Spain
piggy back
across the river
i shutter you away
photograph you in my eye
a love letter from albion
the blue fire on dun i iona
lit with the last match
so perfect in every fault and wrinkle
two men with the same name
two women both of them crying
caramel and birdsong
sonic priests of the virgin
working with a diva
making love with shiva
dressed in white
a walk to the beach
white water i curl under
clasp the silver shiny
look up to see
the boiling blossom
cicada synapse
to watch these two
after the collapse of the weight of the past
now the paths he cut
have curved
into the landscape
now the bodies
she has soothed
have spilled out into the world
and the wind blows sweet
scented desire up
the valley

Somewhere A Long Time Ago A Long Way Away Another Girl Another Planet

2009-02-12T21:55:00.001Z

I remember You
Your Kisses
The Ocean

Flesh of Heart

2009-02-10T21:17:00.002Z

heart of fire
warrior sister
plateau passion

why'd you do that?
scupper me or scupper you
broken home but no broken bones
cast adrift and alone
no matter
who i am with
being alone but
hearing angels cry out
for her sweet eyes
classic turns of fate
a pebble in my mouth
of drought

she said
i want to die
surrounded by my children
she said
i want a partner
to protect and provide
for our child and I
its almost too much
to bear
this weight of love
leave it all behind
shall we?
elope into the water
cut the anchor roper
start with nothing
like children
learning to walk
i still and always will love her
but i am never
really there

a usual story

she sang
you always want more
she sang
i don't believe in heaven
i'm taller than god
homeless restless and eternal
so
the victory sign to the troops
two fingers up to the suits

this is only the beginning of the change
shedding my cage
losing the rage

adyu merushi

sorely tested
you've been hurt
so you hurt others
do'nt have an affair
wide awake at three
staring at the ceiling
the mistake
again
hold on
it will happen for you
the peace which you long for
the strength
the honesty
the laughter

have we learnt the lesson yet?
its the way you move me
and the way i'd like
to make you feel

cheetah
deciever
dream stealer
darkness after dawn
fragile hands
dance for me
i cough up anger
cry
you sing for the moon
i sing for the sun
she does not understand this side of me
a view of everything
the left hand path

dead three times
on the operating table
left with a white sheet
over your smashed body
it is only when your mother
comes to sob over you
there is a twitch, a spark
you come back...."Hello"

a cord mended, bound, burnt
this is for you sister
please stay alive
for the struggle
for the power you wield
for the love you make
for the art you make

2009-02-10T21:12:00.002Z

You Know

2009-01-14T22:58:00.001Z

NIN Beside You In Time

Cinnamon Candy

2009-01-14T07:31:00.002Z

Honey and Hot
Water Bees Sting
Your Crown
My Skin
Just Fizzing
With Bubbles
Of Air
A Glass
Of Wine
At Three
And A
Considered
Response
I Did
Think of You
It Was.........
Laughter
Futures Forming
Waters Warming

VICTORY !

2009-01-12T14:46:00.005Z

over Fear
over Oppression
over Control
over Authority
over Subjugation
over Karma
over Chemicals
over Dogma
over Depression
over Aqquisition
over Surface
over Repression
over Subjugation
over Imprisonment
over Money
over Complication
over Hunger
over War
over Possession
over Obsession
over Want
over Death
over Time

Gilbert, George and Me. Tokyo Subway.

2009-01-12T14:34:00.003Z

Photo: Ruben Rubiola

Tokyo

2009-01-11T18:33:00.003Z

"It is snowing"
"I am here"
A monk rings
The bell

Yellow

2009-01-07T23:59:00.002Z

She dreams of an Eden
The fireflys bugging out
With an electric green
Light show
A man
A woman
A child
Marvel at the stars
As their boat
Drifts slowly
Oceanward down
The widest river

Perfume and perfection
A time
For Purification
Strip naked
Dive in
Deepest Sea
Brightest Moon

You flew down
From the Sistine rafters
Plucked a feather from
My waxed wings
Breathed new life in
With incense smoke

Up with the curtain
Start the show!

Double degree
No broken knee
Spray her name
Across your wall
The 12th sign
At the cross roads
She sat down
And asked
For electricity...

2009-01-07T00:13:00.003Z

Sci Fi Plot

2009-01-06T21:01:00.002Z

Jet Goth Girl and Robot Teddy Boy: They met in the paranormal romance sector of the forbidden planet. Together they fought off the vixens from Venus and the masturbaters from Mars, saved the Universe and re-populated the World.

Virginia

2009-01-05T21:37:00.003Z

Sings the name
Of your Amazon eyes
Tea and American Spirit
Fearless
Film maker
Of truths beauty
Cup our hands
Around the flame
Walk you
To the train

Eden

2009-01-05T17:51:00.000Z

Drawing by MPA Glover

Day At The Tate

2009-01-04T18:23:00.003Z

Henry Fuseli
Titania and Bottom
Detail

This one really resonated...

Archer

2009-01-04T17:47:00.001Z

is pinioned marionete
your body suspended
beneath blackest eyes
tense and taught
a string released
and perfection flies
the arrow!

Better Than Life

2009-01-04T01:13:00.003Z

More than Everything
Greater than Love
Stronger than God
Faster than Time
Older than Light
More Beautiful than Sunrise
Sweeter than Blossom
Softer than Water
Harder than Diamond
Brighter than a Thousand Galaxies

Stories

2009-01-03T17:33:00.000Z

Phoebe digging for a nugget, Tom throwing up the horns.

Misu and Me, Hunting Lizards. She needs a Tom!

2009-01-03T01:28:00.002Z

Previous to this I was bitten by a scorpion. Two days later I wheelbarrowed 7 tons of cement. Is scorpion poison a magic potion?

Cosmic Courier

2009-01-03T00:59:00.002Z

WOW. My final taxi home on my last day at work was piloted by a beautiful old man, the bindi burning brightly on his forehead, the boot of his people carrier filled with potatoes. " You will understand what it is to be a human ", the bangra music rattling the bolts.... I do feel India is very soon for me, have been making lots of strong connections with her people. Universe here I come. The letting go!

Sing Out The Top of Your Head

2009-01-02T01:26:00.003Z

incineration engine a three martini depth narcosis ladyboys in the gallery adonis and aphrodite floating she sips an ether cocktail standing up for the twenty three bowing down before beauty he's been ill for three weeks puking in a dark room a long way from home i am drama but its better than watching east enders and waiting live it long love let's have it bring it on tickling a trout wetting my hands so as not to damage your skin the next time i see you you will be looking at me with shiny silver edge june june june june june june june july august the winter months twelve minutes of electroclash talk about bad jobs we've had loose cannon labour shiva dance suck em in seven hundred veils driving my boat onto the razor rocks a siren kicking over the table at the tea party the teenagers are accountants and afraid we opened the door to orion and she would rather stay at home me i'll saddle up anyday now head for the hills tonto to the lone derranger holster packed with silver bullets nudge you with the spur pull you up sweating nostrils flaring then turn you around the tree let you fly for the horizon sling shot to the moon howling for you child angel mine give me wings skidoo crack the whip harness me beside the lead dog pole to pole north to north pushing the positives of the magnet together hear them adjust balance and bond waves folding onto black sand beach flick the bait out to the shoals hook the island we walk that space of sorrow that tane forged for us no food will satiate me no wine will quench me son of a londoner son of a viking triumph of the will babies baby thats what its all about

2009-01-01T01:30:00.002Z

The Persistance of Memory

2009-01-01T01:09:00.004Z

Ride a White Horse

2008-12-31T17:09:00.008Z

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.

2008-12-31T01:28:00.002Z

“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

2008-12-30T15:45:00.009Z

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

2008-12-30T12:54:00.002Z

"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

2008-12-29T10:09:00.002Z

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)

2008-12-28T22:11:00.009Z

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

2008-12-28T20:47:00.004Z

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

2008-12-28T17:19:00.003Z

100 Club , Oxford Street, London. Backstage.

2008-12-28T17:14:00.003Z

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

Photography : MPA Glover

Deluge

2008-12-26T17:07:00.003Z

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

2008-12-26T01:04:00.003Z

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

2008-12-25T00:54:00.003Z

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

2008-12-24T18:00:00.010Z

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

2008-12-24T01:43:00.002Z

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

2008-12-23T23:47:00.008Z

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

2008-12-23T20:26:00.003Z

"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

2008-12-23T15:41:00.002Z

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!

2008-12-23T01:15:00.000Z

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

2008-12-22T21:13:00.000Z

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....

2008-12-22T20:45:00.003Z

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.