After the conception of Paradoxical Vista and Death – Composed From The Shadows, I thought it was only fair to write about the most talked-about word of our time, Love! The wife gave me that look, every man knows that look! And she followed it up with “Can’t you write about something nice this time?” …
Month: January 2020
She drank pink gin, whisky & lemonade. He drunk pink gin, whisky & Indian tonic as the world turned to twist light into a dark adonic. We see galaxies colliding as we peer into these glasses of nebula; with the lemon & lime flavour of zest! Bringing us closer to another quest. This moment creates …
#1 It’s not the huge celestial entities of the universe that are Godley, its the subatomic energy particles that create everything you can’t see. #2 Follow, unfollow, follow, unfollow, follow, unfollow – Fuckoff! #3 Inside your mind is a universe that connects you to everything imaginable. #4 Help someone today. #5 Every idea has already …
For every human being on the planet, there comes a moment of significance within their (lifetime) timeline. This moment can put an individual into the history books, change the course of society, heighten our understanding of science or can simply give one, peace, with another human being. This moment of definition can be fundamental: to …
My wife puts things into perspective! Even when I’m right or wrong – irrespective. She commands the children with her song, and I listen, pretending not to see her yawn. She cooks me a three-course meal with white wine and homemade scones. I offer her an ear for conversation while she talks about all life’s …
#1 These words mean what you want them to mean. #2 Sometimes, the best thing to do is just cry on-your-own, and be in the dark. It brings a smile when you walk back into the light. #3 Do you ever feel that something is not quite right? That’s because this isn’t. #4 With older …
Let me take you on a journey beyond where the sun sets, creating a marble golden breeze effect. See behind the aperture of the sky, touching the darkness of space; where the blackness of your pupil hides. Reach out with your mind and let your third eye radiate into this distant time. As long as …
I look into your eyes and see the ending of time. Your pupils grow small as they dissipate into the mind. Blues and greens turn into grey. Your eyes wobble without words of say. You tell me: “this is it” as you hold on tight for one last shift; your body slowly starts to reveal …