It's more than that.

It’s more than that

Or something else entirely

Beyond the reaches of language

Its skims the surface between mind and all else

Its sends ripples expanding

Outwards like a pond

Lapping the shores of reality

Like my thoughts are touching the outside world

Slender fingers, extra sensory, stroking

The fine hair point tips of emotion

Like the crests and peaks of waves

Rising and falling

Every now and then for less than one moment

They barely gently slightly alight

On the edges of all

And then they slip back,

A residue of everything clinging to them,

A speck of all balancing on their corners

And it settles and flows through me

Thoughts rise and fall

And even then words evade me.

Because its more than that. 

My voice

 

I want to give you my voice,

Words crafted

In a meticulous fashion

Somehow simultaneously spontaneous

To give you the urgency of purpose

Do not deny purpose its urgency

It makes it

I want to give you words,

Words not yet invented

If the perfection needed for the intent is absent

Words that encompass intention

That can not but be meant for anything

Than what they are meant

This is my voice

Words in your head

I want to give you my voice

I want it to surpass a mere collection of letters interpreted into sound

This is my voice, can you hear it? 

I gave

I gave you stories never spun,

Wove cloaks never worn

Belief in causes never cared for and

Gods never born

I gave

Composed you songs never played

Laughter never erupted

Idols never worshipped

Tastes that never bursted

I gave

Treasures never discovered

Adventures never taken

Ships never set sail

I gave

Everything I didn’t have

Everything I would never have

Dreams never dreamt in the fold of sleep

Tears never wept in the pit of despair

A heart never won

No masterpieces

I gave you none

For you existed only in my imagination

Now

There is TOO much

How can we think in isolation?

Prioritise and organise?

Segregate and separate?

When I see

ALL

We talk like our brains are machines and

Emotions products

That they easily pass through on conveyor belts

A temporary presence with an end result

Well then there’s too much oil in these cogs,

They turn and turn

They come back and back without reason

It pumps out more and more and does not stop

Unless you flick the switch

But then I miss

The pace

The never-ending

Ever-lasting

Flow

The limitless lustre of life

Swept away

Held in a sway,

Caught up,

Held captive

By creation

Too much BUT now

Now…

Now……………………

Watery Truths

The intimacy you create is suffocating

I hold back, I spin

I take the wheel

Without letting you know

Its like you’ve opened floodgates,

I let your waters surge

Being careful, so careful

But slowly, slowly

You stir me

And you have me

But still my truths are tainted

And maybe your honesty frightens us both

We let it inhabit every space in the room

Its presence is suffocating

Things as always have changed again

My tenuos, trembling, tainted truths,

Threaten to shatter what went before

Like all good relationships,

Ours never stays still

Like water, mutable and morphing

Changing into the shape of its surroundings. 

The Garden

A tee-pee leans haphazardly

In the middle of scraggly grass

Covered in faded material

Like a hung-over rainbow

Scraps lie limp and forlorn tied to the branches

Guinea-pigs squeal from a giant tractor tyre

Chasing each other at the noise of footsteps and voices

Holes everywhere dug by a bored dog

A rusted saw and heavy crowbar

And a giant net to scramble up hangs from a collapsing tree

Who says you need to play with dolls?