Thursday, April 24, 2014

Laying it bare

Sometimes immodesty is actually a good thing

it lays everything bare

as it is meant to be

no thin membrane of delusion

separating two worlds

no keeping things out

to make pretentious claims to preservation

sometimes immodesty is a good thing

because it lets you cut through the


get to the other side

and it becomes a virtue

why call it immodesty then

you may ask,

why not call it enlightenment

or reality

maybe something even more telling

like being or truth?

That's impossible

because language

has already formed

into parched cakes of meaning

clubbing immodesty with the profane,

a depravity of words

a paucity of true eloquence

like a scrap of flesh

being scavenged upon by a vulture

in transit

immodesty is a good thing

because it makes you stop and think

about what needs to be held open

for the infidel to examine

to take in

and make something worthwhile

out of life

there is only one choice here

throw your caution to the winds

free yourself

and start living.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Time's up

The clock on the wall has stopped ticking
it is a big wooden clock
with plenty of character and i keep on telling myself
that it is a piece of great creativity
so let it sit, stay in the house,
it is a proper work of art
what i seem to forget
is that it is like a freezer
and it is keeping me locked
in a fake timelessness
what should i do now?
it can't be fixed
no choice, a time-warped mind will
have to release the chime
and usher the era in.

Friday, April 18, 2014

merciful return to life

Rotting tomatoes and beans
Fallen prey to wind
and incessant tears from heaven
crops of bounty
making way for new life
it is beautiful out there
i don't mean the cherry blossom kind of spring beauty
i am talking about the grave of everything that ends
in a way that makes room
for something new
the seeds i planted are sitting in the cradle
of the cycle of eternity...........

visceral motion

It is a visceral feeling
the sand beneath my feet
I am sitting in the living room
curled up
by the fire
feeling the beach between my toes
the music comes blaring through the speakers
and the drums sound not unlike waves
hitting the shores
then reclining onto their mysterious centre
back in the sea
my mind conjures up images of boats
and lighthouses
ships and cruises
even the painting on the wall
shows floating vessels
all adding up
making me bob across
on the waves of my imagination
to hitherto unexplored places.....