Stripes of blue, purple, rose and gold Water laps on the grey shore And around my toes Shimmering liquid metal Dark rocks are crowned in a nimbus of fire Black sky lightens to blue, to gold and red In the east, across the sea Here comes the sun
Don’t be ambiguous, please don’t lie All I want is truth It’s so hard to understand you And, you see, I am so very tired I have no energy to sift your words To read between your carefully considered lines Is what you say true? What do you mean? Just tell me, plain, spell it…
It starts small A little, everyday problem And then the mind takes over Conversations and arguments are imagined Mental extrapolation works overtime Concern to worry to anxiety to choking fear Imagination leaps into escalating disaster The stuff of nightmares As terrors fuel themselves Spiralling, ever downward Like a tornado
He went out with the tide, they say She set with the sun Romantic nonsense As if death would wait Your life is the tide And nothing can keep it from ebbing Your soul is the sun And it will set when it’s time Your heart is the moon And will wane just as surely…
Back in 1959 the original version of “House on Haunted Hill” was a very B-grade, cheap movie, with only two aspects of it worth watching. One is Vincent Price, and the second is the relationship of the couple, where their hatred of each other has vitriol positively dripping off the screen. As such, the remake…
I heard the oceans cry Fever-sick and hurting I heard the forests grieve Mourning their dead I heard the high winds howl Unstable and wild I heard the deep earth groan Wounded and broken I heard the people Hide their eyes and turn away I heard the leaders Preach the gospel of greed I heard…
Reaching out with all you have But no one wants to know No voice, no touch You shout in the void And only echoes come back An unfathomable world Is forever barred to you You do not understand the world It certainly does not understand you You’re weird, they cry, you’re different You don’t act…
Fresh clear stream clambers over rocks And giggles its way through the forest glade Wildflowers explode in a rainbow of colour There’s no one here but me And the stream, and the infinite sky The forest in all the shades of green Surrounding my solitude It is easy to feel lonely In the noise and…
Johannes Vermeer was a Dutch painter of the sixteenth century. He lived his entire life in the city of Delft and is known mostly for his paintings of domestic household scenes, mostly using the same rooms inside his own home. He’s been called the ‘master of light’, though that title has been given to a…
How strange to see A smoky sun peering myopically over the hill Vision obscured by wet-felt fog squelching on the valley floor Yawns and stretches Rising higher to shed a little light How strange to see A valley of shadow Holding tight to its damp, dark doubts Defying the day Hot dry light meets cold…
Eclectic Assemblage 