Sitting in the shade
And yet the prickly sweltering
Heat engulfs my skin I hear
A rustling in the trees beyond
The chirping of a bird, a child
Shouts with glee as the
Laughing buddha statue tilts while
Standing in the sun [o]
Sitting in the shade
And yet the prickly sweltering
Heat engulfs my skin I hear
A rustling in the trees beyond
The chirping of a bird, a child
Shouts with glee as the
Laughing buddha statue tilts while
Standing in the sun [o]
Imagine, if you will…
You’re here
An icy desert, a thought wasteland.
All around, snow and more snow.
Endless potential and certain death.
Not a penguin for miles.
No one to ‘Arctic-ulate’ the pain you feel.
Obstacles are here
Like polar bears and frostbite –
Best not to think too hard.
Distractions are like warm fires –
Rather nice but they melt the ice
And leave you with nothing to stand on.
Creative blocks, on the other hand,
Like blocks of snow
Can save your life…
If used to build an igloo [o]
The breakaway island of Europe
The rogue nation that seeks to sail west towards the Americas
Whose inhabitants know not the sun, and barbeque defiantly in the rain
The land where, we’re and were are oft mixed up, as though the same
The Great Britain [o]
Given my track record
It is safe to say
That I shall be hungry
Next week [o]
I’m not worried about the spiders.
It’s the spider-eating, shark-riding, snake-charming, kangaroo-fighting crocodiles…
…that keep me up at night [o]
The cozy warmth of a fleece blanket
Tucked in bed, the hum of a fan
The silence of my thoughts in darkness
All around, the things I love
(And think I love)
And yet alone, all alone
And all at once,
Beloved [o]
Sometimes, it seems
One camera is not enough
To capture our love
Out here on the street,
In plain view of all –
Stop talking you fool
And kiss me once more [o]
This blog is about
The important stuff of life –
Why are we here?
What is love?
Who keeps leaving the empty bottle of milk in the fridge?
Why do things seem immutable and true
When seen on the side of a bus? [o]
The world is a buffet
So many delights
We can be anything and anyone
But there are limits on our time –
So, you don’t like what you’re getting right now?
Come! join the queue again.
Time is passing,
Lunch is soon over,
And there is no shortage of rice [o]