He leaved the brithing air With every sound he came closer closer to the core until he was there no more He leaved the brithing air like it was muscle attached to bone hacking cough of the gates of hell welcomed every breath He leaved the brithing air silence was his friend andContinue reading “Obnoxious Air”
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Beautiful Garbage!
In a heart, there’s one Fighting through the riot In a heart that’s gone No-one hears their plight In a heart that’s ready Well, read on, read on To the core, and the seed ready to meet your every need There you will find wonders of the stillest kind In the order of lust BreakContinue reading “Beautiful Garbage!”
Haiku #671
On the train Valpoo nowhere to go except me I’m free to play
Haiku #667
Go into the dark And get inside the mind of your rascal heroes
Haiku #607
The Ikea smell The wind rushing past my ears Time for reflection
Triplets of Seven #1
It is when the sublime meets you at the edge of despair that you know you did some good
Haiku #527
My heart in my throat It’s pretty quiet around here Apart from the noise
Haiku #512
The trouble with Trump Oversexed, overpaid and over here (for now)
Haiku #427
Smashing a mirror You know where you are na na na na na na na
haiku #278
Poetry sounds like revelation bodily eschewing the mind Heading right for the centre Heading right for the heartstone
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 