Thursday, September 17, 2015


The beads of perspiration appear on the skin, magnetised into making an appearance.

Running with the footsteps, over the unfolding patterned landscape.

A patch work quilt appearing in the front and slowly disappearing behind.

A  congested tube belays it's message through the convolutions of battle.

Purveyors of stories litter the side lines, pre-empting the whistle with their broad strokes of ego.

Brushed wire brushes lose their bristles, due to the activity of their own action.

Trust slips and slides it's way through the open hands and fingers of those pursuing their own agendas.

Overhead the generators race and pulsate with their add on energy, whilst the sun warms the dashboard in the open air parking lot.

Elevators converge in the glass towers, moving upwards, until their fear of heights and gravity, brings them downwards to a considered comfort zone of a relative normality of a reality.

Whispering candles converse with the shadows, flaying the surface to it's essential essence.

Saddled, with the mucous sentimentality that pervades the airways of thought.

Chugging along on the floating platform of a dream, the synchronicity of the elemental shines it's way across the waves of adventure.

Masticating jaws cannot partake in the delights of the taste sensations.

Through the open mouthed gurgling of laughter, shines an elusive light.

Penned across the pages, the consensus lays it's groundwork with the curiousness and enthusiasm of an artist.

The anticipation in the crossing of the pools of light extends itself through the lactating enthusiasm for life.

Each thought becomes the blossoming petal, unfolding in the graciousness, due to the patience and urgency of each sweet  surrender, laid bare in it's own extrapolation and manifestation.

Absorbing the light like a voltaic creative on steroids, placed in the petrified forest of living giants, soaring and ascending through the imagination and daring, of life itself.

Subsisting and surviving on the imprint  and stamp of destiny, augmented through the persistent perception and intention  of the fruits of choice.

Empty windows open and greet the passers-by, taking the opportunity  to recognise, and be cognisant, of each moment.

A sniff of the moist soil ,of an altered perspective, elongates and elasticises all the possibilities, as the golden flame nurtures itself, without the impositions imposing themselves on a essence, which is willing to enlarge itself with each passing moment of being present.

Transitioning through the shades of grey, where all is bathed in colour, as the pertinence and authenticity of the essence shines like a beckoning beacon , merging the shadows into light.

Leaving the cardboard cut out of self on the dump of illusion, as the urgency of each moment of truth , shines through invigorating all.

The hands extend and opens ,  as the seeds of opportunity , roll over the palms of destiny.

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