Archive for September, 2015


a quasi-philosophical scribble …

whispers echo,
stumbling, crawling,

caught in sandstorms,

trudging across deserts,
strewn with famished hearts,

staying afloat,
somehow,
ceaselessly bashed by merciless tides,

gasping for breath,
deep in oceans of misplaced tears,

ever wary of tomorrow,
as another dawn nears,

carrying the scars,
scabs still unhealed,
raw,

souls battered,
sliced by the elements,

fate, destiny,

while,
free smiles are caged,
remaining shackled,

mangled,
through myriad threads,
hopelessly entangled,

here, now, today,

drowning out the whispers of hope,

love reigned in,
back to now,

away from placid streams,
far from sunsoaked dreams,

to awake back here,
without you by my side,

as years shamble on,
exhausting my weary eyes,

dripping blood,
shedding tears,

with nowhere,
nowhere at all,

left to hide.

couldn’t we just escape,
for an hour or two,

lost in the depths,
of each others eyes,

free at last,

to touch peace,
serenity finally,

on the canvas,
of dreamscapey skies.

supermoon beams

struck by supermoon beams,
my nights devoid of lifes nectar, of hope, and of dreams,

are at once, suddenly, emblazoned, painted,

awash in the hues of your smile,

sketched, engraved,
carved in the rainbow shades of your thoughts,

your eyes, free,
unfettered, unshackled,
shedding the burdensome weight of lies,

knowing well how merciless,
fickle,
time flies.,

so allow me to drown,
in the ocean of your eyes,

we’ll fly together,
away from it all,
forever skipping monnbeams

all across,
your dreamy skies.

all that jazz

jingoism, fanaticism, empire, & jazz …

… ol’ Satchmo’s gravel-voice reverberates,

‘its a wonderful world’

brother Louis, its been a while since you sang your last song,

and now this world needs some jazz,

past all the cellophane glitz,

and the deadened razzmatazz,

yes we need to jazz it up a bit,

melding notes with voices,

piano keys with a sax,

or that lonesome trumpet,

mixed-up and cantankerous at times,

always alive,
slaves no longer singing the tunes of anachronistic rhymes,

so c’mon,
play the blues,

transcending borders,
smashing narrow jingoism,
shredding religious sermons to tatters,

cos’ when the bombs have fallen,
when countless more are killed,
maimed,

left orphaned,
homeless,

when tanks squash children,
and people are collateral,

when everything around us shatters,

don’t turn away,
never avert ones gaze,

for through the foggy bottomed haze …

all that jazz matters.

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Artwork by Debra Hurd

http://www.dailypainters.com/paintings/203493/Abstract-Jazz-art-painting-music-by-Debra-Hurd/Debra-Hurd

trembling,
yearning,

hungering,
pining, aching,
simmering in the cauldron of raw desire,

scorched,
ablaze in your eyes,
singed by your souls fire,

lost in heartbeats,
of moments meandering,

dreams of you flutter,

into my days,
enveloping my nights,

caressing sublime seconds,

as the memory of your face,

beckons …

on nationalism

When it all comes to pass,

enmeshed,
hewn into the detritus of splintered glass,

sharpened shards cutting deep,
pilfering dreams from wakeful sleep,

looking around,

treading on hopes,
yanked to the barren ground,

smiles and laughter,
famished and broken,

suffocated by slithering words,

scampering away,

leaving limp tongues,
fluttering flags,
jingoistic pride,

ever on,

fostering noxious words,

hurled,
flung,

nonchalantly,
well-meaning,

pompously spoken.

the warmth of your breath,
scorches my skin,

scalding me,
tattooed,
alongside the walls of my rambling heart,

beneath the many hued veils,
embalming aches that jab,
prod,
incessantly assail,

yet still,

’tis you,

yet still,

’tis your being,

that,
always,

&

evermore,
shall prevail.

tripped,
brought to ones knees,

fleeing beds of nails,
shrapnel pockmarked dreams,

crossing deserted seas,
swallowed up,
regurgitated by merciless elements,

to be washed ashore,
dead,
cold,

broken,
lifeless,

on countless,
pristine tan-soaked beaches,

invisible,
unseen,
hidden in plain sight,

mute,
hushed,
silent,

as the soul of dumbed down,
traded,
inebriated humanity,

bellows,
howls,

and screeches.

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vagabond verse.

running against slippery winds,

fragments of past lives,
tugging at the heels,

shedding tired breaths,
moulting yesterdays skin,

inflamed by passions,
raging,
swirling,

deep within,

gathering the shards,
cobwebbed,
mangled,

inside,
tattered embers simmering dim,

heartstrings plucked,
a-jingle & a-jangled,

while,
your presence sparks the tinder,

setting every fibre afire,

aching,
hungering,

yearning with silent desire,

for the ache felt,
when dreaming of your exquisite kiss,

is,

an ache akin to a state of bliss,

an ache enveloping mind,
body,
soul,

an aching hope,
infusing my being entire,

complete,

whole.

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The Immigrants Void – Sculpture by Bruno Catalano

http://brunocatalano.com/sculpture-bronze2/sculpture-en-bronze-bruno-catalano.php?galerie=1

the masquerade.

waltzing,
arms interlocked,

palpably frigid,
eyes opaque,

unseeing,
willfully oblivious,

tucked away,
from the reverberations of sin,

lost in the glossy haze,
adrift,
afloat,

on winged dreams of tin,

sold,
bartered,

for a glimpse,
of the promise,

of better days,

leaving behind this sorry charade,

giggles galore,
as the booze flows,

drowning the dead,
unravelling the uncouth,

lying just beneath the veneer,

of this numb masquerade.

seeing you …

seeing you,
a sliver of a glimpse,

wrapping my day in marshmallow warmth.

seeing you,

reignited desire buried deep.

cocooned in my dreams
so close, yet so far,

perennially waking,
to feel
scorched by a blazing furnace,

inflamed by,
your ravenous fire …

before the deluge,

greying clouds congregate,

rumble,

&

roll,

casual,
merciless,
oblivious,

self assuredly sure,

sprinkling hope,

willing,

&

able,

to endure,

though besieged by the torrents of fate,

assaulted as time idly shambles past,

skewering the memories,

once betrayed,
destined eternally to last,

while drowning,
sinking,

going under,
diving deep beneath,

the tides of mishmashed grumbles,

lost in a numbed haze,
of unfinished mumbles,

all promising cascades,

of,
dazzling hues,

amidst strawberry shades,

while wills crumble,

&

resolve fades.

scarlet skies

murmur whisper in my dreams enraptured floating high into the saffron horizons caressing raspberry clouds wrapped within velveteen shrouds sipping intoxicating nectar from famished lips while the battles rage and liquidred drips leeching life from inured consciences neatly prettily handsomely wrapped in cellophane lies promising fleeting highs teasing each sinew deep in the marrow down to the bone rolling and rambling the vagabond seeking release liberation from earthly confines to soar unfettered melting fused melded hewn engraved into scarlet skies

do you dream of me
as i do of you

on sunkissed sands
under skies of free blue

where pain is forever banished
lost inside a seashell

and tomorrow no longer
threatens the fires of hell

do you dream of me
as i do of you

where this daily charade
means something

less showy

and

more true

The Immigrants Void – Sculpture by Bruno Catalano

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http://brunocatalano.com/sculpture-bronze2/sculpture-en-bronze-bruno-catalano.php?galerie=1

tempus fugit …

walk with me
along free boulevards of spring flowers

walk with me
through green fields sketched ablaze with summer showers

walk with me
through alleyways strewn with thorns that sting

walk with me
upon the oceans of tears that tomorrow may bring

walk with me
and
i will walk with you

among petals dripping with dawn dew

we may not have much
but what we have is true

walk with me
before this night falls

walk with me
leaving behind sterile plastic caged walls

walk with me
away from the shrieks and howls of fate

walk with me
before its far far too late

walk with me
under our shared blanket of vagabond skies

walk with me
before oblivious time flies …

incoherent (like life)

incoherent (like life) …

slipping through empty breaths sliding down on bent knees scraping raw flesh against cold skin hollow kisses falling to the desolate floor swept up discarded trashed recycled churned out strewn littered alongside barricaded hearts yearning to feel again to touch to taste to ache to be human once more to know to believe that one can feel that one can hear and see and dig beneath the veneer of sophisticated tinny smiles flinging around casually barbed words meant to jab gnawing at the core of all that makes us human the sting of tears the taste of salt the dripping red bleeding off roses in quaint gardens pruned to perfection yet dead inside numbed into comfortable complacency as the world turns threatening the linearity of time that prays for returns while this heart this soul this being within the cauldron of palpable loss simply burns

talkin’ scribbles …

life meanders twisting tributaries carving faultlines through life as we scrape and scrounge seeking serene lagoons idyllic backwaters where the weight of all that we shoulder may be laid to rest alongside yesteryears sorrow breathing again rejuvenated imbibing the nectar of simple joys the free air of promise and of hope – always of hope –
for a better tomorrow

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overcast skies …

when days seem bleak
our shared sky
overcast

may you be wrapped in warmth
enveloped in tender colours

for however dark the nights
the days may seem

there is always hope
beyond the pain
the sorrow
the lies

there is always hope

there is always tomorrow

a fresh dawn
a new sun

must

like us

rise …

sliver of hope …

sliver of hope …

echoes of you
resonate

floating on dreamy mahogany clouds

nurturing
the promise of fresh tomorrows

treading
on lifes jagged edged slope

holding on

to

slivers of hope …

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