Wednesday 6 April 2011

Saturday 5 February 2011

The Flatshare

Saturdays are for extra slumber
and maybe some chores in the 'noon,
Those extra few hours are sacred to some
After the long, winding working week

is done. Incessent high volumed chatter
quickly comes tiresome, the laughter from a can
tedious and distracting, it penetrates
the mind and disturbs the thoughts in hand.

Night time for the owls of the world
is their own, precious to them, sacred.
The squeaking and the croaking and the groaning
steals away the quiet magic, whispers go unheard.

The mind can become cluttered and full,
like dishes and plates in a dirty sink,
things become lazy and more nasty things
take hold, a simple germ leads to more.

Something so simple as a stick of cancer
with its leaves and paper burning cooly
has such tranquil feeling. The smokey drifts
bring too retches of distaste, throats burning.

Little lined boxes make more boxes lined little,
the nature of the beast one fears. To take over
and consume, awareness just a word that exists
somewhere only known to the few.

Switch. The Light. Off.

The Point

And so to the life wonder spent
Where time too much has now gone
Days and weeks that are now months and years
lost to Mind's endless conception, but no

Pen has touched paper for some time,
The words that rushed round are silent
And the pictures of the mind disappear,
Instead filled with things and stuff

like appointments and schedules and
important things to do,
silly things and pointless activity
passing time passes, unproductive.

Only for the split second that spares
from the whirlwind of everything/nothing
comes regret and wistfulness
before another reminder of something

more important/not important at all,
Mind leads meaningless questions, no,
meaning to the tracks that are tread
and to the point if there is one to be had at all.

Tuesday 11 January 2011

Welcome Back

Apologies for the rather long time since I have last posted. The months in the run up to Christmas are a very busy time for me currently at work and therefore this has taken up most of my time. Unfortunately, I also became very ill at the start of December and am still recovering. Thus it has taken me until now to post.

I won't deny that I have somewhat failed over the last few months and have let myself slide. I haven't wrote much, if anything and have drifted off the path that I should be on. However, this time that I have now been given and being on the road to recovery has led me back and I have a burning desire to be writing again.

Hopefully I shall gain a lot of material from the past few months and what they have brought to me and that I shall be back on the London (and further afield) circuits very shortly.

Here's wishing you a happy and prosperous New Year, I look forward to 2011 being a productive year that is full of good fortune.

Chris.