the vow

united by gold bound to her distant fingers bored until broken   more art? http://www.artofkundalini.com

Free the Beast

  This strange stretching heart again! fluttering squirming scratching clawing slicing scraping and biting a flavoursome feverish creature flushed and high boring its way through hot rivers layed out like a woman adorned with apples flesh split and oozing it’s toes make circles in satin sand and swirls of colour ascend…. star bound….. birds turn their

one spark

  wading through clouds my balloon high on pity this footprint is staining our heavenly city inside is out and outside is in (that blast was so loud it made sparks out of him!) the lights I can’t bear as I cut through the sea turning left at the sun I melt into me  

Fish On Her Mind

I hear singing a bird has been released droplets of freedom spin from her wings she is ruffled and puffed a little fisherman longing to dive embraced by ripples with fish on her mind

breaKING OF tHE AgReemenTS

the cloud  I AM suspends from The centre of this Space i am Salacious and Intrepid Dare I strip back the confines of this, might i Dissolve ? the mortar that sticks me here? Nebulous horizons offer Solace though Uncertain and there is a tough Stretching A beginning Song a tugging and puffing Of dense Flesh A

I’d Die For Peace – Max aged 16

What my 16 year old does when the internet is down SO PROUD! Read it in RAP style…. I Would die for our world I wouldnt die for ‘australia’ Would die for peace I wouldn’t die for any ‘saviour’ Would die for a compassionate society Would die for a world that’s violence free Now That

Trusting Gravity

  relying on grave thoughts to keep us grounded is a fault a bug a burden (read the fine print) it was a blunder slip-up (tie those laces) lapse a mis-read a miss take and now glass bottomed feet dig shapes in the grass and  the chi is HIGH (in my face) too high, filling the mind like

Ever Spreading Feathers

  ruffling my samson my delilah tickling my eros my aphrodite i flew i flew over shingle slate and thatch ever spreading feathers flexing on the wind catching moonlight and rainbow prisms snaking trails of sun I the colour of warm flesh I the smell of bread I the taste of sea manifesting me