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Your mind is like the blue shimmering skies
Schhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
From the painting LIBERATED DESIRES
Conjuring up in your mind is fine
holding it there is altogether different.
From the painting LIBERATED DESIRES No 5.
She said
Crossing the universe is impossible
But I have done it lots of times
And I have never left home.
From the painting LIBERATED DESIRES No 4.
There is no way to escape the night
And whatever landscape betrays you
Be sure your judgement is right
For although I am your past
I am your future too.
From the painting LIBERATED DESIRES No 7.
A friend once asked me
What is - is
It was very difficult
He said
Are you real ?
From the painting THE HEART OF THE MATTER.
In the quiet of my fathers talking
I saw my mothers eyes listening
And I wondered deeply
Are they referring to me.
In my mistakes I listened to theirs
And I saw myself staring then
Far into yesterday
And I knew it was time to move on.
ADVICE.
When you stand in your space
hold it
When you create your own product
exchange it
When the people of the night fool you
acknowledge it
And when you are at command
Do not let the people of the night
tell you
It is a trick of the light.
From the painting THE TRICK OF THE LIGHT.
Constables windblocked picture
Like a rusty cloud over Weymouth bay
For a lost cause my heart was blowing
Down to a womb that was always growing.
From a glass of life to a drowning spirit
Like a throat blown storm from out at sea
It was a day of Monet painted white
And Whistler helped me regain my sight.
And if the door had never been opened
I would never have seen your return
And I was asked to paint your eyes
But I could never paint your mind.
CONSTABLES WINDBLOCKED PICTURE.
It was in my dreams
That I saw you
Out of time
Drifting
Softly communicating.
From the painting VARIATIONS ON A DREAM AFTER VERMEER.
And as for the bull fighting minotaur
He appeared in candle lit glory
Illuminated in the criss cross greys
Of the bulls war laden facial stories
For if in grief the canvas seed
Held the palmists pattern of hate
Guided by bristle fingers of fate
So applied as to cause the confusion
Of pyrotechnic civil battles
Where weave the many fingers and lights
Of blackness ideals and rights
And rape torn dresses disguise
The disease of shapes of white cubism
Of the festival of morbid intuitions
That lay barren the land of civil strife
Of the bullets and guns that take the life
Of arena filled blue horses
And runs the rivers in their courses
For here lies commit the dimension of originality
Which forms the democratic columns
Built to die from their sources
For in fierce mouths hooves horn and fur
The eye witness cries for the dead of Guernica.
GUERNICA.
There are those that wait in the shadows with smiles
They are there to pull you down
They grin and assist the body
As they watch your body drown.
From the painting THE SHADED ASSASSIN
The idea is not to be suppressed
But how do you know if you have not got a reference point
Take the past put it into the future and get the present
The idea is no to be effect
But create it
Get it.
From the painting CAUSE AND EFFECT.
I put her on the marble wall
And guided her vision to the light
I wrapped her in my essence
And left her as a warning.
From the painting THE WARNING.
Round and round in my skull
I don't know where Ive been
But I know where I am going
I have signed on for all eternity.
From the painting REVERSABLE VOYAGES.
Everything is as one
Only time makes it individual.
From the painting REFLECTIONS OF A LOST TRAVELLER.
Weak things always lean
on strong things
Otherwise they would fall down.
From the painting NO WAY OUT
If I had a square
I would make a triangle
Out of a circle
And put the whole world
In a cube.
TRIANGLES.
They implanted the seeds of my own destruction
And no matter how much I multiply
I have not found the answer yet
But I am exchanging for it.
From the painting THE READYMADE OBJECT.
The whirlwind dances the night air
Around the glassy interior
Down to the devils realm of dreams
And under my sleeps window
The South edges her frosty fingers.
In the bedroom swell of my dreams
She eases her twirling columns
Of evenings coolness
Whispering softly the seasoned wood
And caressing my auras rainbow.
Fathers chimney eases a sigh
And with gentle sucks
Eases my nightly intruder gently
Around and around the netted light
To disappear by still bricks.
Dawns tears of light stream
And paint impressionist colours
On her frozen remnants
Which clings like the newborn child
To my bedroom window.
BEDROOM WINDOWS.
Operate the body from behind the head
Its much easier that way.
From the painting THE OUT OF THE BODY EXPERIENCE.
When you have learnt all your lessons here
And you are justly qualified
We will wrap you up in any form you desire
And send you back home.
From the painting GOING HOME.
We have to agree the universe is empty
Otherwise it would not be so.
From the painting THE CHILD OF THE MOON.
Charcoaled buildings coat the air
down by time swept docks
where the lovers hands share
with the seas green locks.
And time beaten winds
Sweep the ants off the skies
that look upon the lovers sins
and the lovers sighs.
And the songs of the sea blew
with the fingers of night
around the lovers so true
coating them in unearthly light.
And they heard nothing
But silent signals and eyes
And voices that sing
And sea gulls cries.
NIGHT.
Her shadow cast a physical resemblance
Of natures balance blending
The spirit essence finely balanced
Received the message she was sending
For all eternity was lit by a golden light
and she hid in the shadows
Waiting for the endless night.
From the painting THE ENDLESS NIGHT.
She came out of one universe
and floated into another.
From the painting THE PRESENCE OF NIGHT.
Her boundless energy not seen
was looking for something to inhabit
Softly through the window creeping
her transparent essence caught me sleeping.
From the painting THE REFLECTION OF NIGHTS MAJESTY.
It was not in truth
That I searched
Inside and out
Round and round
But on the other side
Of my restless spirit
For I am reversable.
From the painting BEYOND THE WALL OF TRUTH.
In the coolness of black ravens wings
casting magical shadows of feathers
her feet touching the morning dew
from the wet tears of Suns flowers
to the soft flesh of your mind
you wanted the ultimate communication.
From the ringed circles of books unfolded
You wanted to read lifes vision
And from the depths of the artists soul
You were guided to mans black dawn
And you wanted the ultimate sound.
From the concrete angled towers of demons
A glass eye hypnotised you into perfection
And the dollar bills fell like rain.
And the outer circles of social triangles
Sucked you into a whirlpool of confusion.
The hourglass of talk held you spellbound.
Perfections touch not felt like a hammer
Drew you from illusions seventh plane.
Fair leaves of loneliness abounding
The lakes of the sword held martyr held you
And the silver coins fell like rain.
And you wanted a spell of eyes knowing
Your nakedness white and formless casting energy
The jewels of your sockets skull shone
In emerald green of the ultimate communication
And you knew the meaning of all.
I said nothing in the time of nothing
I let them take you from sacred churches
Into the realm of the wizards walls
And I let them use your perfection and form
Because you wanted the ultimate touch
And I knew you would return from the wailing seas.
DROPPING IN-DROPPING OUT.
It was a landscape of red soil
torn and twisted rocks
of grey and marble design
set amidst cliffs of twisted cypress that I rambled
following the Sun
The first glimpse of that Aegean
deep, turquoise, clear
beautiful and endless
in its rippling diamonds
of reflecting light
stunned me
held me motionless
a pale figure cut against
lime green
and the drifting smell of lemons
and the sight of hanging grapes
kept me climbing upwards
above the blue sea
around narrow paths
alongside the Tavernas
twisting and steep
dusty and red
bordered by fast growing trees
and rainbow colours
feeling the burning Sun
that does not burn
remembering the seconds as they
fade into the past
touching, feeling, smelling
the earth and everything it grows
upwards and onwards the colours change
walking through the crystal light
of a new world
into the dark tunnel of ancient scholars
and secret learning
past moss covered rocks
and fast flowing water
cascading liquid and yellow stalks
up white steps and by faded buildings
white walls and thick red tiles
past windmills and sculs of cadmium
along swaying tops of cypress evergreen
on and on past the crest of the hill
upward upward into
the blue realm of Helios
past chariots of the Sun
to the top of Olympus
to the realms beyond
where no mortal man treads
I am past life
I am alive
In the corridors of forever.
ODYSSEY.
You are always on your own
The senses betray your desire
and beware your friends
do not drown you
not always with lies
but hidden truths.
From the painting THE ISOLATED COMPANION.
When everything has
been hidden
and we have walled up
our possessions
When the world has gone
We will have exhausted
all possibilities.
From the painting THE END OF POSSIBILITIES.
When all is bound and hidden
And lifes freedom is forbidden
Seek the universe within
Keep the ethics and the morals in
And you will find you have a Magnificent Obsession.
From the painting series THE MAGNIFICENT OBSESSION .
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