Flightless Grey Birds (Reworked)

Flightless grey birds, Newspapers, yesterday’s ghosts, History crumpled, Torn, trampled. There’s a litter of prized possessions, Turned out across the floor, Smashed, cracked, over-analysed, Hitting raw nerves daily. I remember, innocence, A little less with every cigarette, Gulp of wine, teardrop, Each scar. Sleep deprived, I’m worn thin with this, Endless no-show, Self-imposed isolation. The…

Introducing My New ‘Other’ Blog

http://www.atmosphera.co.uk/ Atmosphera.co.uk is a blog for me and my other half Ben to share all things creative that we do with the world, including tutorials on how to make and do stuff. If you’re enjoying reading this blog at wordpress please take a look at Atmosphera for more of the same plus many extras. You…

Scottish Confectionary-My First Attempt

Just cooked my first batch of Scottish ‘Tablet’ seems to have been a success. Ingredients Makes: 35 squares 900g (2 lb) caster sugar 125g (4 1/2 oz) butter 1 tin condensed sweetened milk 150ml (1/4 pt) milk 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract In a large deep pot place all ingredients except vanilla over medium heat until all melts,…

Drift Away

Written lyrically in April 2004, and recorded later the same year, it was pieced together with the music while I was in hospital on a mental ward I had asked for my guitar to be allowed in there and this was cleared for the go ahead, I wrote the words to this tune in there,…

Maybe Forever

This song was written in a dark period of my life and may sound like a suicide note, but while it is essentially about contemplating suicide it is more about being very close to the edge and then having second thoughts which stop you from going ahead with it. To die, would mean forever, so…

‘Chained’ Two versions of a song I wrote in 2005

First video: music recorded in 2015 with my better half’s assistance. A lot cleaner sounding and more upbeat. Second video: The original 2005 recording, just me in a room on my own.  I love both versions though they sound quite different and suit different moods.

The Dream

  The rain was pouring down, I was soaked to the bone, Sitting on my suitcase, In an unfamiliar town, On an unfamiliar street, Lost and alone, No change in my pocket, No sign of a payphone, People rushed by, Eager to get home, I stood up and ran, For a nearby doorway, I took…

Leave No Trace

There is no reason to remain, In this mind of shattered solitude’s, In this ghost town, Where sober thoughts, Grow drunk with sorrow, The spiralling madness, Memories that burn, Scar as deep as the soul.   An inevitable descent, Through brittle earth, There’s no reason to remain, No reason to return.   I erase, I…

Lullabies

You confide in the moonlight, Night after night, Endless disenchanted lullabies, Like you’re waving goodbye, And with each wave of disappointment, Feel the song is growing old, So don’t overcomplicate it, Or overcompensate it.   You live in a world of false limitations, Fantasies and infatuations, That leave you weak at the knees, And far…

Second Typewriter-For my main workhorse

    This is the typewriter I thought I was buying This is like the one I purchased very similar but no tabulator keys either side of the spacebar and carriage end is not chrome but body coloured. The one below is also labelled incorrectly as an SM9…They look very similar but are not the…

Trust These Words

Trust in these words, There’s no way out of here, You are in as deep as your life, You’re in as deep as life.   And don’t break, You’ll be an island, In these shark-infested waters, An uncharted island, in this sea.   I know you sacrifice your days to wishful thinking, Waiting for a…

Untitled 1

If you’re unsure where the problem lies, In the world behind your eyes, There’s a crisis on the TV, You’ll never question, Switch to another channel, Move to another city, Tune humanity out of existence, Never question reality.   We divorce with human interaction, Lost behind these screens, That intoxicate us with information, We cannot…

The Typewriter

  I have purchased a typewriter. I shall, therefore, use it:  

The Still of Night

In the still of night, You and I, In a tangle of messy sheets, Bathed by drifting shades of darkness, I lie awake watching you sleep, Shadows like an unspoken sentiment, Caress the contours of your face, And gently, repeatedly, they kiss your eyelids, As curtains sway to the rhythm of your breathing, The wind…

In a Dead-End Bar

As the evening sweeps the remnants, Of broken glass from off the floor, And the spills of another hard-luck tale, That got sucked in through the door. I’m hunched up in the corner, Of a near-empty dead-end bar, The loners game, Is like walking out into a night without stars. As the crowd staggers clumsily…

Rain

You bottle up the rainfall, Save it for a sunny day, You bottle endless rainfall, Then you wonder why it rains. It’s inevitable- As running a red light in an alcoholic mist, Pretending it doesn’t exist for you, You crash into the cops; pissed. You’ll squeeze the life out of love babe, Squeeze the love…

Autumn Morning

Come with the first light of morning, Watch the mist begin to rise, And as the sun peers over the horizon line, Feel it warm the cheeks of your frozen face, Lighting up an open field, With the long shadows of trees, Count the dewdrops on autumn branches, Reflecting the colours of the season, Damp…

Dancing Through the Fields of Nevermore

Yesterday’s over, A new day, about to begin, I walk down a dusty endless road, That shimmers in the half-light like gold. Déjà vu, I feel I’ve passed this way before, There’s nobody around, for miles and miles, There’s nobody here but me. And my eyes search to the skies, I see ships set sail…

The Poor

The rich are never rich enough, And the poor? The floor removes itself from the basement level, And down they fall, Into the pit of the three D’s, Debt, drudgery and dejection. Holes in their pockets, Where the money drips out, Like it was never there, Perhaps it wasn’t. Living in an overpriced ramshackle rented…

The Hopelessly Lost

Those who encounter a death by misadventure, Around every corner, of every street, Those who gnaw their fingernails daily, Those who walk around in rags, worn down shoes, Trip over their own feet, and land in the nearest bar, Those who talk for hours over cigarettes and beer, Part-time philosophers and conspiracy theorists, Those who…

Four Walls

My home, A cell of my own, My shelter, My security, My cage, A barricade against the world, An avoidance strategy, A safety net, A coping mechanism, A hiding place. Four walls, Closing in day by day, The fortress grows taller and narrower, I disconnect.

The Crossing

My friend, in truth no man can know, When that final blow will strike down his heart, He has only the certainty it will. Turning his eyes into oceans, thoughts into sails, His fingers into a compass, his face into a map. He may find himself seated beside his companion regrets, Staring at the pale…

The City

I’m just passing through, On my way to somewhere else, Everything moves fast here, People crowd restless streets, Charging ahead with a sense of great purpose, No time to stop for anything or anyone, Their eyes set dead ahead, Stern-faced and high-strung, All the softness beaten from their bellies, I guess someone pulled the stuffing…

Graveyard In Winter

I’m standing here on the frozen ground, Of a graveyard overlooking the local park, It’s February, it’s been snowing, I capture the strangest photograph, The living and the dead all at once, Beginnings and endings in a single frame. I see rows of neat gravestones where I stand, And off in the distance I see…

Letting the Telephone Ring

I don’t want to hear your excuses, No, don’t want to shoulder your blame, And I don’t want to hear about how it all went wrong, Again and again and again. So I’m going to let the telephone ring, True to my lack of empathy, True to my lack of giving a damn, My lack…

Smoke Rings

Words are like smoke rings, Cleverly exhaled to wow the audience, But as they drift away on the breeze, Twist into something else, Chinese whispers, misquotes, They dissipate.

The Bartender

The bartender’s long fingers, Undress my petty words, As I play a one-sided game of chess, With a cluster of empty shot glasses, He sees right through me, Like a pane of glass, He’s met this cul-de-sac, A thousand times; in every possible guise, He takes it in his stride, He plays psychotherapist, Medicine man,…

I Dissolve

I dissolve in these surroundings, Melt into the darkest corners of the room, Wallflower, shrinking violet, You’d never know I was here, If I hadn’t left my lipstick on that cup, My fingerprints on your mind.

My Mirror

I look into your eyes, I creep into the unlocked door of your mind, I don’t like what I find there, Your house is a mess, Your thoughts are dangerous, Your ideals are pathetic, Hopeless, unrealistic, Your excuses are lame, Your stories are tired, The catalogue you keep and this monotony of failures, Your baggage…

Answering Machine

The person you are calling is not available right now, Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP. Hi it’s me, I just, Well, nevermind, You’re not there, So, Call me back when you get this ok? Please hang up and try again… Please hang up and try again… Please hang up and try again……

The Ward

Down these corridors behind every door, You’ll find a lost soul with an ailment of the mind, We know our demons well, we feel them, Hammering the walls of our skulls, Crying out for our attention. Our incoherent words, Get lost in translation, The sane could never fathom, Where our minds are at. She listens…

Walking Backwards

If somewhere in this chaos, There’s an unwritten plan, Chasing a logical pattern, It’s in illogical hands. We are busy walking backwards, To the place, we’re headed for, And our future it was written, Before we were born. So let’s write a different tune, And save it for tomorrow, It will be yesterday’s song, But…

Scatterbrain-Acrylic on Canvas

The concept is a fragmented reality brought about by a mental shift. The blue is being in deep, the red is about the struggles of modern life where people can be in debt literally as in, in the red or depicting very human dangers and struggles that can cause the mental fragmentation. The squares are…

Planning Out Abstract Ideas

‘Yellow walls’ an abstract in the planning stages is inspired by the Jackson C. Frank Song of the same title a song which has always fascinated me lyrically. “Yellow Walls was the only one I remember him talking about, it being a hallucinatory experience of his being in hospital, probably in tremendous pain. It’s an…

Work in Progress-’67’

  Rusted series part II ’67’ is a multi-layered textural project that’s taking a while to get completely as I want it, it means working into it and then working into it some more to build the textures and colours right. It may take me 67 years to complete haha. The number 67 is inspired…

A Colourful Past-Abstract

    A Background ‘There is an elephant in the room’ each and every time I encounter situations that might potentially trigger memories of the past, I have lived a colourful life, and the scars have a tendency to surface when I’m under threat of backsliding into old familiar territory, I’m more sensitive to such…

Original Abstract Painting-‘Rusted’

Ok so the latest news is that I have shelved my landscape plans, for the time being, to concentrate purely on abstracts. I may be getting some commissions for  a collection of abstract art to be used in show homes. So I need to focus on my abstracts and get a portfolio together. I have…

Experimental Art

The weather has been unkind since I gathered together my painting kit in readiness for plotting out my landscapes. The natural light has been terrible and I could not for a moment worth on anything which required accurate colour representation. In my eagerness to paint something, anything, I picked up my acrylic art pad and…

An Artist’s Pocket is an Empty Pocket…

It has been months since I last picked up a paintbrush, and all my favourite brushes were so well used they could only be used in texture application at best. All my paint has run out and I’ve had to stock up on brushes, acrylic paint, flow enhancer, acrylic extender, among other miscellaneous tools, sketch…

Stars

Unrequited, Infatuation.   A dream, you dream, Uninvited.   Chasing shadows, From the shallows of your eyes, Wiping wanderlust from tear ducts, Black rivers pooling at each cheek, Who smudged your lipstick?   It was, Love that died; before you arrived, You tried walking backwards, Bending the hands of time, But Unrequited, Unrequited, This is…

Feeder

You feed my self-pity, Self-doubt, self-hate, Too readily, Your eagerness to complete my weakness, To validate my pain, to embrace the hurt in my soul, Without question, without challenge, With a banality that leaves me starving, Yearning for a brighter sunrise, That seldom comes.   You smile reassuringly, So kind and generous to my plight,…

The Imposition

When the fetid stench of death, Rends flesh clean from our bones, And darkness envelops, The courtship of soil and rot. Silence is an imposition, Reserved for the living, No word can reconcile, Indifference, then.

First World Problems

Let go, This is your moment. In your mind now; it is time to… Take off the clothes on your back, Step outside of the TV set, the mirror, The games console, the game, The social media network, First world problems, Vanity, greed, want, fame, rewards, trophies, The telephone, The fax machine, Look away from…

Brittle Earth

This brittle earth, On which I stand, Crumbles with the weight, Of sorrows heart.   I reach out for security, Blindfold, I grasp the air, The silence.   The sinking sun, Grows darker in my eyes, Here comes the flood, Of sorrows heart.                        …

Hard Earned

A lifelong journey on an arduous trail, Where dignity and integrity waver, The difference between ‘reasons’ and ‘reasoned’ judgement, That often we fail to address, Reasons; selfishly clarify and justify us, Reasoned judgement grounds us, surrounds us, Conscience, will never allow a soul to walk clean of truth, Where there’s a lie, a falsehood, an…

Snakes

Those we thought could be trusted, Never turned good, Cryptic messenger, What fate do you choose for us now? Now you turn and walk, Whispering over your shoulder, So we can’t quite hear the words, Just enough so we can see your mouth move, One last time.