January 2012
1 post
My Pup
How soft my pup sits when eyes are set with sleep.
If only placid dream did know of all the jumps and leaps.
“She never means to hurt” said one of similar keep, her heart made of such frantic love, never mind her claws and teeth.
Such trusting eyes follow each step, tho fast asleep she knows each breath.
And should one utter the word of walk, awake abrupt does my young dog,...
December 2011
1 post
November 2011
1 post
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theusualshutterspecs:
As photographers (of any ability; pros, enthusiasts or those just starting out) we are never short of reading material. In fact, just as photography itself has exploded as an art form, so too has the industries serving it. Not least the publishing and literature world. Compounded perhaps further…
October 2011
25 posts
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August 2011
2 posts
June 2011
3 posts
The view
In a garden miles away, not so far that one can see. Grows a flower from the earth a seed at start from darkest birth. And sprung to life in joyess spring amid the winged angels sing, a song so heart felt that all around forgets the flower that’s become so proud. I have walked this garden, and heard all it has to say, I will sit and tend this lonesome beauty lest it wilt away.
Welcome tired eyes to this minimal amusement,
Fused with confusion and lucid movements,
It is yours, please do what you will,
I offer no reason or guide to this world.
No hand to trust or warmth to feel,
Steel all the moments that frame into still.
May 2011
5 posts
Sky covered in hearts and cards,
Sharps and shards,
Disposal units stuck to all the walls,
Pass slumped bodies on the street,
The door of a shop is the bed which he sleep !
Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Tonight
I sit alone amongst this crowd,
I scream all dreams that replicate the sound,
a reprobate the youngest of man,
Who’s home is mine, and of which to trust,
if trust is key then lust is a must,
Solid paths that turn to sand,
and covers as dust that creates this land,
I will stay,
not stray from form,
as ever born the insecure is destined to perform.
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream
