Shorts No. 4

Stop looking and instead
Relax.....
There is nothing to do.
Now you can see me
And I can see you.

Shorts No.3

Soft moon globes glowed on the street.

You were there
With a towel wrapped around your head;
                                                and I.......

I just watched.

Shorts No. 2

Did you want to smile
Or be smiled at?
I don't know what to do in the rain
Except enjoy the drops on my face.
There is nothing for you here:
I can't make that ok.
Now I can smile.

Shorts No.1

There's a new oyster in the bed.
It makes no contact;
Stays in its shell.
It's a shame we got rid of all the phone boxes:
I think it's run out of credit.

A Dream Upon Waking

People bubbles move along the wall,
Shadows of hurtling machinery obscuring their vision,
Obscuring the image they project.
There is nothing definite,
Only vague glimpses and an uncertain feeling
Of something's existence.

People play on my mind:
What's close is so solid;
As soon as there is a little distance,
The mistiness sets in.
Things become tantalising mysteries
And what we think we know

Is discovered as just a dream.
Rays splay out into a fan of sunlight
While echoes of the darkness still linger - 
They hover over what is most important:
Small reminders of a long journey
Now past.

The universe is testing my commitment with its counter-moves,
Questioning my resolve.
At times the resolution is definite:
Clarity wins.
At others, there are smoky outlines, dark centres.
I smile at both.

A cycle of love and sludge (Or.... The unity of light and darkness)

I wrap myself in this

Blanket of love

I wove from

The strings of my heart.

Settled in this safety net,

I grow outward -

Tendrils, roots, trunk and stem:

A plethora of me -

Till I am all I can see.

And as I grow,

My shadow grows too;

Black tar sludge oozes

Around my feet,

Squirming up till it fills

The marrow of my soul.

Shame, loathing, hatred, disgust....

All are ripened in the

Peaty bog.

I stand naked,

My filth visible to all.

Yet only those with

Sharper eyes

Penetrate beneath to see....

It is my choice to be here.

I do not suffer!

I am no victim of circumstance

But a willing descendant into darkness -

An empowered Persephone.

Bring me shame! Bring me fear!

Bring me loathing and disgust!

For they are mine and I own them;

Revel in them.

I love them

For they cannot love themselves.

And the black tar sludge

Overwhelms no longer

But is fertile ground

In which wild flowers bloom.

Facebook/Life. Facebook Life.

Being your friend makes me special.

Hey everyone look how special I am.

Now I have a thousand friends so I must be even more special!

Hey everyone, look how extra special I am!

I got so many likes I must be right.

I only got three likes. My thought/idea/post/self must be rubbish.

Please do not disagree with my world view.

If you do you are some kind of idiot, megalomaniac and/or troll who should be ignored or banned from my page.

Oh. I do not agree with you therefore I am free to insult you. A lot.

Repeatedly.

Oh and now you are standing up for yourself so I must attack you in different ways, personally insult and remind you of past transgressions.

This is all online and in the name of free speech so I can say what the hell I like with no thought of the impact or consequences for they are all virtual.

I am just giving my opinion.

Oh. I may have said something wrong but of course I can justify it!

It's easy, I'll blame you and make out it's your fault.

Yes you. You're the one with the problem who can't take a joke.

And if I put a smiley face everyone will know I'm nice really.