Depression

Monster
God
Fish pie
In the everlasting…
We can only bow and take the strain
As they reign victorious
Mercy for those deep in transgression
In the house of God
Strength to those suffering
Joy to those in bondage
Freedom to those in chains
Epiphany to those in darkness
Pray that we may see

Wild horses shin Pegasus
Father unto Father
into the domain
under the ground
Where you may reign
in darkness
Light the fire of life
after that which drains you
and lifts you up in splendour
to new heights
Catch that plane tap that vein
Walk tall and don’t mess up.

 

©2017 Andrew Watkins

Sound of A Dove

Oh! Love

Splendid is the carpet (delicious is the cabernet)

We are floating on a cloud

High up above

the wilderness

where beasts roam

and hands glove.

Oh! Love

Desire Desire Desire (Desire)

And more so

We are indulgent today

And so we pray

For more

of the same

Oh! Love…

Take It Easy

Tied up by time

Constrained by your emotion

thoughts like quicklime

On an island, on a plane

On a boat to nowhere.

Stand and stare then retreat slowly

Playing out the twists

and being the vine

in blue jeans, in the commotion

your sensing a crime.

Your world in motion

connected to mine

through light

through darkness

through time.

©2017 Andrew Watkins

P-p-p-p-p-aris Arse Was Nice! (Journal)

In 2009 I went to Paris to look for a new start in life in a new country far away from everything I knew back home, everyone too. When I try to think about it I see only snapshots and faces.  Silence does not help. Music does not help. Eating does not help although it does remind me of a baguette shop I visited. What I thought I knew has fallen apart.

Art could put the pieces back together, I thought once.

Medicine could reinvigorate the hard to reach places, I thought.

God would stand aside and watch as I put the jigsaw piece together.

Man and his tools would make the planet whole in the great workshop of the galaxy.

Writing would help me travel virtual worlds of experience and the inner recesses would appear on paper vehemently clear and staggeringly beautiful just like they appear in my mind.

In short I would have excised all the demons and be riding the motorbike of success to wherever I please. Am I trapped?

Aboard. Do you feel aboard or just bored?