Night before

The music danced lopsided

Along Main street

Watching the night

As it drunkenly

Chased away the dawn.

The crisp regulars

Sang songs in

Fluent tequila,

Before the end arrived

Dressed in bright

Morning greens and

Smiling flashes of summer -

- The night crawled away

To the rumble of thunder,

And a violin played

Second fiddle to the

Coming of the day.

Now, repeat after me

The shadows hung about

Beneath a bridge

And watched tail lights

Swim soundlessly out of town,

In their world of

Non conformity

They watched helplessly

As the world for the masses

Grew smaller and smaller.

Critical thinking

Climbed into the back seat of

A town car and was deported,

Dragging equality on a tow rope behind.

Intolerance returned

Like a freedom fighter,

And

Roses grew loftily

On heavy green stems

Of indifference

Amongst the herd of people

Who needed them to

Block their view,

And me?

Well I just sat at

A café drinking wine,

And sufficiently oiled

I would shout loud expletives

At the shadows beneath the bridge,

Because I was free to speak my mind.

Or, so someone told me anyway.

Whisper

Towards the end

Beyond the trees

She danced anew

Amongst a breeze.

Chandelier

The shadows dancing

 On the ceiling

Are twisting my

Words into art.

Between the Lines

I loved you

Before you knew

Who I was.

Indifference isn’t kind.

Stella Polaris

He waits for you at

The door to spring,

Shaking the embers

Of the golden beyond,

He brings you tea

For your morning musings

And you wake to

Find his smile

Hanging there in dreams,

Outside,

Beyond the cloudy road,

Just over the hill

Of muddled contemplation,

He waits for you

In love,

Although, just

Out of reach,

For now.

Flippin Eck

He dreams of South America
At sunset,
Amongst the orchids
And gardenias that drift
To the sound of memories -

- We file languidly
To watch him in
Old familiar,
The stitches in his new
Coat smile lazily
At the memory.

He takes his first step,
His smile lopsided as always
And his heart beating
Strong on his sleeve.

A cacophony of colours
Adorn the loss,
but he leaves us:
in laughter
and in love.

the railway...

I've always loved to shoot "industrial like" settings...i dont really know why..i think its all the great lines and shapes...the geometry if you will. I took these in Bahrain with my love

a few candids from Scotland

Beautiful trip to Edinburgh, Scotland with my love!

Glasgow, Scotland

Self portrait

There once was a 

Boy who moonlighted

As a steam train

Along forgotten borstal

Branch lines -

 - Dreams packed

In a satchel with banana sandwiches

And a smile that

Belonged on a Spanish beach.

Life

The café on lonely street

Sells fresh cups

Of inward despair,

So I drank two of these

Before walking a mile

In someone else’s shoes,

But as they didn’t fit

I just resigned myself

To advising people on life

With my vast inexperience.

Winter rain

The sky is wearing a big

Grey beard today,

The same it wore yesterday

And the day before too.

Furrowing its brow

In a miasma of sadness,

It sheds cold tears

Of discarded dreams.

Sunbathers

The trees on the edge of the field

Watch like an audience,

As the sparrows

Gather and chat incessantly

About the bluebells,

Which have craftily

Picked the best spot

For the lunchtime sun.

Age

The day is so grey

It seems old,

Too old before its time,

For it is only morning;

Or is it only mourning.

Memory

In a dream I remembered her;

Face framed in sunset,

Eyes like shimmering jewels

Swimming up from the depths

Of restless sleep.

Her name was on the tip

Of my tongue until morning;

Remembered: I called her name in earnest,

To an empty room.

Got dressed, went to work,

Her face already fading

Beneath the sheets. 

Bird watching

I sat for hours

At a window mired in January

Rain smudges,

And dreamt silently of you,

Somewhere over a hill

Where you name quietly whispered

Is stolen by angry gales –

- Casual herons peered

Between the rain smudged window,

Laughing at humanities loneliness;

For I had been sad since you left.

Artist

She lay there

Amongst the shades

Of a sunset,

Playing with the knots

In her hair;

In artistic fluency

The shadows

Drew a smile,

So large

That the moon

Was even jealous

About the eclipse she caused

On my swooning heart.