The Key To Your Heart

Like a child, Trying to pluck fruit from a tree, I reached out as far as my arms could stretch, Yet could not grasp the key, To your heart.          

WLTM

I would like to meet, The true soul of you, Your weakness and pain, Your strength and happiness.   I would like to hear the truth, Spoken freely, unrehearsed, Full of inevitable contradictions, Stammers, pauses, laughter and tears.   Words I can consider deeper, I want to map every scar, every pore of your being,…

Your Ghost

Your indelible impression, Follows me like a shadow, I wear time on my sleeve, And shade beneath my eyelids.   -Like vulgar tattoos…   I am all spent, weary and alone, When the reminiscence of your ghost, Calls me to attention, Catches me off-guard.   All of my blame, In a shamefaced naivety, A fragile…

Halo slip

Angels, Let their halos slip, Each time I hear a word, That acknowledges my pain, My joy, My sin.   I take it personally, I thank it very much, Too much…   Emotion   I have committed no crime, I tell myself, As my heart lies empty, Naked, In this gutter, Of stillborn dreams.  …

Waiting

We wait for the change, New beginnings, It is never now, Now, is never the right moment, -Yes we really believe that, We tie our hopes to another day, That never comes, We make the appointment, But leave a blank page in our diary.      

Into Nothing

We seem to drift farther, From our dreams, As we sail closer, To the shores of destiny.   Yet we disappear into nothing, A face in a sea of faces, You can pretend these days find you fulfilled, But the dream just grows stronger.      

The Ache

The subtlety is gone, This ache we feel, Each and every day, Too real to ignore, We are the leftovers, The damaged goods, Used up and cast away, Where the only strength remaining, Is an urgent love.                      

Caterpillar and the Barbed Wire

As readers you may have noticed how much I adore the music of my favourite band Riverside. I have dedicated my latest work to them. The painting depicts some of the lyrics to their song ‘Caterpillar and the Barbed Wire’ from their album Love Fear And The Time Machine. I focused on the concept of…

Return of the Paintbox

I have just started working on the biggest canvas of my life to create a wall feature for the home based on some artwork from the album Love Fear and the Time Machine by Riverside. This is where the hats are at currently…There is still a lot to do.  

Returning to the Paintbox

  In my childhood, painting was a messy fun and loose affair where I could lose myself for hours just creating purely from the imagination…it was a very innocent process focusing purely on the process the outcome was sometimes a mess, sometimes a success, but the main thing was that I enjoyed the process. In…

Twin

I could be the bellows for your fire, You could be the wind in my sail, Or you could go up in flames, While I drown at sea.  

Mirror World

We admire from a distance, All that we dare not touch, For fear of cutting a rose, Only to watch it wilt.  

Depth

Soon as the pen nib, Touches the notebook, ink fades The depth of feeling.    

Music

There are only so many emotions, That the voice can express, Music is the living soul, In a room dead words.                

The Eyes of a Stranger

Perhaps it frightened you, To witness your words, Felt so intensely, Flooding the eyes, Of  a stranger.   Perhaps before that moment, You thought you had been alone.  

Afterglow

Waking from the dream, We never questioned, What do we become? But what came next, Took my breath, what came next, Stole my breath.   Still wandering, Still dreaming the same dream, We once had shared, Oh it seemed so close, So close, So close.   When the stars fell, Lost in the afterglow, I…

Soon After The Pill Dissolves

Soon after the pill dissolves, The poison begins to take hold.   You are the one they confide in, Fear is the key to unlock their sins.   Manipulated they come willingly, Bow to repressive confines.   Arrogance and ignorance unite, Preaching tolerance with venom in its bite.   While the great teacher, Teaches, never…

Open Letter

“To whom it may concern, …this is where you find yourself”  

In search of the lost prog…A General Note

Meanwhile in the ear-holes of the author: The search for other progressive rock bands I might like (and prog metal) continues to appear to be a journey into the catacombs of Phil Collins sound-alike wannabe’s and a place where strange baldy-beardy-weirdy-dwarf-wizard-rockers-(with comb-overs apple shaped heads and possibly three nipples) reside and pretend it’s the 1970’s…

Muse

Muse you do not know me, I am but a face in a crowd, A blurry figure on the sidelines of your life, We barely ever meet, We have shared the same rooms, Yet never spoken beyond a brief meeting of the eyes, As tears were welling in mine, Those words you voice so brilliantly,…

Machines

I can sense familiarity, In closed realities.   Wired, connected, sleepwalking, Undoing simple needs.   But I can turn off their lights, As quick as they can mine.   We disconnect the profile, From the breath of humankind.   The face behind the screen is real, But it’s talking to the wall.   The mind…

Fear

Passed through generations, Fear corrupts the child, Under the influence, Of ingrained ideology, A contradictory set of beliefs, Ripe with double standards, That bend to suit their needs.   Watch them fall like dominoes, One by one, Broken down to parts, I analyse their lies, Piece by piece to set the record straight, Cast away…

Stranger

In this old town, We watched our sorrows drown, Walking tightrope with emotions, The weight would drag us down, And we would slide below the surface, So readily.   But tell me who is the stranger? That walks in our shadow, Now we can never walk solo, The echoes linger, The ghosts whisper, Who is…

Swan Song in Peacock Feathers

In deep, We swim against the tide, Witness the traits, Of the soul betrayed, Victim of its own devices, No safety in the shallows, Of pride or vices, Integrity shatters, Life’s stillborn dreams, Like eggshells.   We build our tower high, To tear down the sky, The mechanisms, We fall for, In our void of…

Funhouse Mirrors

  Pure abstraction, A sketchy outline, Of blindfolded souls, The distortion of self-perception, Reflections of, External influence, As fun-house mirrors, Laugh, At our contorted shape, Consumed by shame, That lacks perfection, In an imperfect world, We hide the flaws, That made us real, Becoming invisible, To our own eyes.

Shape-Shifting

On my own time, Reason away, These perfect voices, Used to fit the pattern, We never owned them, We borrow and steal.   The faces chosen, To mask the truth, Shape-shift, blend in, We deny our needs, Defy true instinct, In a company of fools.   We are our indoctrination, Realised.   I know, I…

Absolute Clarity

Shelter from the fever, That renders numb, Each chapter yet unwritten, All I may become, I pass the hours, In introspection, All I sense, Is pure emotion, And I can’t live, With indecision, The passive pages, Refusing to be read, Wearing my comfort, Like a cage, I feel the pressure, Push my head, Underwater, Slow…

Home

You are not alone, I feel at home here, with you.   And each silent voice in this monochrome town, The beggar the dreamer, the drunk and the clown, Stepping in time to the loneliest sound, All searching for something, they never have found.   You are not alone, I feel at home here, with…

The Promise

As night, Steals the breath of promise, The mirror of existence, Unveils present fears, A surfacing fragility, The wound of mortality, Recognition of time, Etched in a face, A bitter taste, The missing voice, Each consequence each choice. To carry the burden, Of a new emptiness, Where love was a promise, We held, In darkest…

Tsunami

    As a tsunami of sorrow, Crashes violently against our hearts, There are so many words, and none, A voice that cannot be heard, Through the deafening raw silence, Of grief.   Each vacant stare, Beaten from rock to rock, By the tidal change from love to loss, The torn page, stained with tears,…

Rest in Peace-Piotr Grudzinski of Riverside

Like many people who know the band Riverside and have followed them for some time, the knot in my stomach from the utter shock at hearing the news of Piotr’s (lead guitarist of the band) sudden passing is still very tight and I feel the shock itself may take some time to wear off. The…