life

M. Jane

She strides into the
greenhouse: confident; calm.
She walks right up to
me and smiles.
I smile back.
I think I love her.
We leave, hand in hand;
my lips will meet hers
and I will suck the
marrow out of life;
delusional beauty.

She makes me happy.
And happiness is what
we all need.
She makes me feel
new, refreshed
and free of my pain.
She rests my mind
and calms
the world’s madness.

She never stays
too long though.
She always leaves.
And I find myself
running after her.

Running to
her highness.

Immortality

Confusing like a Picasso,
twisted like a Dali!
Melting away time,
waiting like
the Thinking Man – frozen.
Tiny dots of confusion
make up the mind;
almost a comical Lichtenstein…
BOOM!
A green coke bottle
on an infinite shelve of
green coke bottles,
but wanting to shine like
a Koons tulip.
A Mysterious Mona yet so
beautiful like a starry night…
Searching for the truth
in a world of lies;
beautiful Banksy
being washed away, lost,
scrubbed by the critics;
cursed by authority
for not being ‘acceptable’!
Yet powerful and brave
Forza e ira:
strength and anger!
A pearl in a shell,
a priceless speculation
of beauty and intellect.
A life of Eschered eternity
and precise confusion
going in mindless circles.
Try, try, try
to interpret the Pollock
colours and chaos…
A silent scream for eternity
as the twisted world
haunts and creates
anguish; despair.
Cut and paste into
a better world, Hamilton!

Hoping to be a Red Vineyard…
Maybe someone will
see worth before
death!

Selfie

I am opened by a known finger
and I am greeted
by the floor as usual.
The scenery changes;
I am brought up to a face.
I reflect faithfully,
as best I can,
and change like the fickle
technological mirror that I am.
Positioned precisely, professionally
because I must capture
something more; something gratifying.

Captured Temporal Form.

Transformation occurs…
I am now approved and saved,
minimised for a few seconds
as the expert fingers
find the application of
my fate.

I am filtered into
a newer, nicer form.
Sometimes a frame surrounds;
tagged with numerous words
for approval.

I get liked
over
and
over.

The approval makes them warm, content.
A brief elation so they can
continue in this harsh world.

By Design

Walking through the cracks of
life I try to create what is not…
Above all suspend something more;
something artistically assertive.

I trample on the flowers and
I photograph the mud.
Hang the photographs
of the achievements
in halls of recognition…
Hoping that simply
by being among ‘greatness’
they will be transformed
from art into Art
and I will be perceived
as a real artist…

In doing so I realised
that the Artist is not defined
by their Art.

The Art is defined
by the Artist.

Circuit Boards and Cynicism

Caved in by four walls
(willingly)
the skin turns white(r)
and the mind thinks hard…
Currents travel rapidly across
precision circuits translating
binary through brain
SAVE : *double click*

A travelling laptop complete
with perceptive processors and
witty applications for all uses
(including cynicism)…
High functioning with a fan
of tolerance to cool the
system; to calm the core.

Computing, computing, contemplating,
carrying on, accepting and processing,
questioning when used wrong
(as all good technologies do)
and attaining a new level of
artificial intelligence
from users: awareness, understanding.

Process life precisely.
(again and again)
Reliable, durable…
Plug in, recharge,
(never shut down)

comma-strife

a continuation of the struggles
which we must all bare
through all the pain
and the acid that
burns at our emotions
and erodes our youthful innocence

a continuation of something more
a beating heart beats like
a beating sun that breathes its bold
breath of heat

a continuation of the pain
that we all feel not because it
destroys but because it creates more
than what we realize
for only out of the struggles
emerges the beautiful
as a pair is always defined
by the other
giving rise to definition

a continuation of the continuation
and a comma, to your pain
to your pain, a comma because worthy, you are
of the continuation to reach
the evading enlightenment of life

but this comma continues,
continues, comma, comma, comma-strife
until it
ends

fullstop

I Will Find You

You are out there somewhere
in this world which is filled with pain;
you’ve probably felt the pain…
… I have too.

I will find you.

We can tell each other about our lives
and share those little stories
that people share over and over,
laughing at how silly we once were.

I will find you.

We will make a life together
and share in the struggles we face:
together we can be brave
overcoming our burdens.

I will find you.

Life is short so we can make Our chapter long,
travel the world making memories
and stories to tell over and over
when we grow old.

I will find you.

We will share those special moment
together
and everyone will see what happiness can be.

I will find you.

We will lie on our backs
on a warm summer’s evening
staring up at the stars;
Laughing and Loving:
two souls destined for each other.

I will find you.
Our shattered pieces will fit together
and we will make each other whole again.

I will find you.
You will find me.

The Girl Who Lived

Both hands slip down and pick the purple rose from the green bush;
Sun shining, reflecting the light back at the world it warms.
Soft hands retract, sparkling eyes glint like stars;
Fingers twirl it, arms bring beauty closer.
Soft lips form a curve of satisfaction;
Eyelids slide gently over sight.
Nose drinks sweet air of life;
Skin dances and glints.
Heart beats lovingly;
Life slows.
Bliss.