Category: Outlet

the sun streaming in through the windows and hence through her eyes did not
‘warm her soul’ – it merely made her realise just how much of her
soul had grown cold.

She can think of nothing but the sadness
       that doth lie there,
       and she doth cry there…
 
For the hope that once held her cradled
       hath departed,
       and she is left with only her despair…

she dreams a little dream,
her spirits get crushed,
she gives up all hope,
she continues on with all else
regardless,
no passion
no anger
no hatred
no love
indifference
ignorance
independence
preservation
 
 
 
SHE

The Miracle of life
the agony of life
 
The day to day passions
the day to day rippings
 
I was told that
to be loved deeply by someone
takes strength,
 
to love someone deeply
takes courage.
 
 
 
eye of newt
heart of ram
for the love of a man…
give me courage

PLAUSIBLE
 
 
 
or not so
 
fear racks my mind
dread fills my every thought
is it so or is it not so?
 
 
they seek him here they seek him there –
 
the wanting
 
the needing
 
the desire
 
 
the red the speed the need… .

Singlet
Single
Only
Seperate
Self
One
Two
Together
Risk
Challenge
Win

The Body
                 the twisting
                 contorting
                 naked body.
 
          A thing of beauty
                 underappreciated
                 undervalued.
 
A world of
                 guilt
                 blame
                 Shame.
 
 
                 “Poor is the Man”

masquerade
mask
masque
guise
imposture
imposter
disguise
deception
pretend
costume
conceal
cloak
falsify
fabrication
simulation

Dreams of
breams with
creams for
genes, not
jeans. I’m
keen to be
lean and
mean. The
queen has
reams, it
seems the
teams are
weaned.

NINE X NINE
NINE X MINE
LINE X MINE
FINE X MINE
FINE X NINE
LINE X NINE
MINE X NINE
SELF

walking that fine line of mine.

        Some re-create their physical appearance
        Some create people to play with
        Some re-create their world
                       their being
                       their physicality
                       their personality
                       their geographicality

The act of re-creation
                       imagination
 
 
 
 
The dreams of a child lost in a world not her own.
is there really any difference
                                between
an imaginary friend
and
an imaginary life?

earrings = adornment
adornment = re-invention
re-invention = escape

escape        reality

The light loose weave
of the fabric of life

the intricate, shifting,
the ebb and flow
of the threads of
experience
emotion
action
and ultimately,

of life itself.

the eyes of a child
unable to imagine the
things she will one day
BELIEVE
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The truth of a child,
the memory of me.
The child’s fancy
will now never be.

Response to Mary Gilmore
 
 
 
 
“I span and eve span
a thread to bind the heart of man…
as here he loitered and there he stayed…
a root of loss and hidden dismay…
the flame of an hour when he was moved…”
 
I span and eve span,
there are no threads to bind the heart of man.

              Intimate focus….
              exceptional restraint….
              the aesthetic quality of
              the male body….
              naked and quivering….
              through force….
              performing upon command….
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I dream a little dream… .

retrospective thought
introspective action
my continual reaction
                          to
isolated
idolatry
 
 
 
 
 
 
ironic ain’t it?!

the archaic nature of dreams
the void of reality filled by subconscious imagery
 
unimaginable through day
 
            repulsive or
                 resplendent to the waken mind
 
reflective
 
if displaced and mutated

desperation and despair
the time for consolation is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I do not want
I must face the prospect of
commiseration

desperation and despair
the time for comfort is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I do not want
I must face the prospect of
celebration

desperation and despair
the time for solace is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I fear most
I must face the prospect of
glorification

the unquenched fire deepens, day by day

watching the line of the legs, the walk

throwing fuel on the fire in an effort to quench it

the flick of the fingers, the movement of hands

the fire intensifies to white heat

the dream of reality and the reality of dreams

nearing an explosion of deep burning need

to sleep perchance to dream, to dream perchance to sleep

to live
perchance to live the dream