Museum —Divil the Bit

It’s about that which went before and nostalgia is not an option. So begins the road to the past and I drive down Landseer street. Land seer indeed. What things I’ve seen and shared. But how to proceed? Perhaps in prehistory; rocks and the beginnings of life; a different life in Belfast, aeons ago.I seeContinue reading “Museum —Divil the Bit”

Whispered Procession. —Anandkas

Ready to think? What are your thoughts. I am generally intrigued in your reaction. ——– An entire generation becoming a dumb nincompoop just by being existent. The television, the newspapers, the art, the fight, the hungry womb, the stinking fire every frolicking ingredients have become an agenda to create some faithful servants of nonthinking machineries.Continue reading “Whispered Procession. —Anandkas”

Sparkle — Mark Ryan

Placing hands on such skin. Wishing to dive right in. And swim, in the soul full of diamonds. I broke you out amber. Pulled away the tar and thick oil. Which stained my hands and heart. One kiss pulls me under. One word lifts me up. The vibrations are clear, and stardust tells no lies.Continue reading “Sparkle — Mark Ryan”

Consolation — Frédéric Georges Martin

nothing stays the same Winter Spring Summer all passes with time the scent of lilacs the sound of your voice the smile and the thrill nightingales stop to sing silence steals the wind chime Fall arrives, children leave mothers go to heaven cities fall apart the stars fade out but Love is eternal Read —©Continue reading “Consolation — Frédéric Georges Martin”

Morning After — sagar0vision

Tell me a tale by the sea I will engrave it in the breeze As you prey on destiny I will watch your colors bleed. We were one of the two Who laid down the clues. For laymen to breathe And forget. You were the photographer, I was the poet. You were the poem, IContinue reading “Morning After — sagar0vision”

Reading the Errant Pages —Captain Q

Reading the errant pages Crumpling after each one is read A gentle eye befallen the paper Revising what each one has plead Wastebasket- a lifetime away Hoping it’s not the destiny of them all Slowly, sacred thoughts form Living in the weird space of my scrawl Read —Captain Q