A burst of indistinguishable colours
Beam up from my chest
Indescribable, and new
Replacing the old, and decrepit
Ripping and burning
Void and space
Greedily hunting down the source
To become the new light
To enable me
To paint all I see
With my own colours
From my own palette
God breakdances on the cold, hard, church floors
The worshippers clap
And the priests exclaim
Kicking, spinning, and alive
Two sets of footprints
Left in the sand
Stretching on and on
Fading from view
The gentle waves
Filling in with their paintbrushes
Painting over everything they touch
With shells, seaweed and life
A billion eyes watch from their TVs
Experiencing life behind a screen
I sip my cider and sigh:
“Life is only as hard as I make it.
It’s actually quite easy, I only have to breathe.”
I want to feel
A desperate need
And love of life
A torrent of life force
To hold me by the shoulders
And shake me, shake, shake
Until my soul leaves its lips and flies, flies
To the skies
Flitting this way and that
Feeling the sun on its wings
As it soars ever higher
Into nothingness
I ran into the forest. The wind plays with the trees, tickling the leaves into falling. My feet squelch into the soft, wet mud as I run. In and out my foot goes, breathing into the earth. I can see the tree roots lingering just above the surface, probing.
I begin to dig. I’m digging until I get to China.
The deeper the hole is the more the roots groan out to the open air, missing the comfort and solace of the dense, compact earth, the damp coolness of the soil. The wind finds itself bouncing off all corners of this hole, looking for new friends to play with. The roots groan and retreat further back to other parts of the soil. I dig deeper and deeper until I reach the inner core of the earth.
There he is.
He sits on a plain, wooden stool staring into the centre. A looking glass of pure magma.
“You’re finally here”. He doesn’t bother to swivel around. He knows who I am.
“I’m trying to get to China”.
“You’re about half way there”.
“Oh? I suppose this is the centre of the earth”.
“Would you care to sit?” Another wooden stool materialises out of thin air beside him. He didn’t need to wait to hear my response. I sit beside the careworn old man.
“Look at this my son, before you continue your journey”.
I stared intently into the looking glass. Images began to appear. Simultaneously the past, present and future are all played out at once before me. The whole world and multiple others. People of many races and many species busy in their minds, in their lives. In under a minute I was exhausted, as if years had been torn off me.
“Have you had enough?”
“Yes, sir”.
“Be on your way, know that I am always looking out for you, son. Always” He said without looking at me. I felt it his hand on my shoulder.
I continued the dig. As I emerged the wind was nowhere to be found. The trees were quiet. I walked out of the forest in search of people.
I’m in a room of mirrors
They’re each telling me something different
About myself
The mirror I should listen to
Is the one that reflects my heart
The noise between words
Is unbearably loud
It’s common sense
That keeps me ticking
Where I bleed
I leave my seed
Hand on the throttle
Mind racing the road
The corners twist and bend
Running right through
The crevices of my brain
Entwining themselves within its muscle
The sand whips up a storm
On the beach I sit at
While the waves come creeping in
Teasing to reach my boots
A lone man walks to the end of the beach
In search of his thoughts
While I count every grain of sand
In my palm
Looking for God
I’m really happy to be posting again and writing. I haven’t writen any poetry for quite a few months now. It’s an odd sensation. For me creativity and inspiration comes in waves. Just like moods, and different ways of thinking. It can be really productive but also quite scary as to how fast and how much I can change, it takes a while for me to get my footing again, but I really feel like I’m starting to control this a bit better as I get older. Is that a good thing?
Lots of things have been going on for me over the past few months. I’ve fufilled my dream of owning an adventure bike. I’m yet to use it to its full capabilities! But I’ve been on quite a few day trips and over just a month I’ve done 1546 miles (2488 kilometres). I’m very much addicted to riding this beast of a bike. I got a brand new NC750X Honda imported straight from the land of the rising sun, Japan. Which blew me over the moon, being a Japanophile.
I’ve been thinking about this blog often, what I should do with it, should I solely write in poetry or should I use it just to write and post content on my “exploits”. Recently I’ve even purchased a helmet camera to catch some footage of the places I travel to. Catching a first person perspective of myself riding a motorbike is beyond bizzare but incredible. I’d like the idea of making motorbike riding music videos or just mini documentaries of places I visit, just having chats. Unfortunately the first video I’ve put on youtube, I’ve mounted the camera way to forward so there’s a frustrating angle to deal with. I’ve fixed it now but it is very annoying, haha. I suppose you learn as you go.
Many times I’ve been thinking, how should I express myself, how can I reach to people, how can I be seen or heard. I think a lot of us think the same thing. How we want to be known. Music, photography, video, painting, drawing, poetry, singing. All these things we do to be seen or heard. To be pondered on, on our unique point of view as a human being, our intellect and our minds.
I think I will just use this blog to post what I feel strongly about and write poetry as I always love to.
Anyhow, it’s nice to write, and it’s nice to be back.
Hope you’re all doing well!
If you’re interested in some of the videos I’ve made and will be making, then check out the link below:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCH8u8kQSphPcXFX_PNml8vw
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 