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Monthly Archives: April 2005
A short walk
There’s the voice again. Quiet and whispering. Listen as it weaves its magic through the trees.
Here’s the touch. A velvet kiss to warm the paling skin.
Taste the aroma. Fresh. All encompassing you.
Walk on.
In memory of the former tag line:
If this page has been updated, chances are I’m not dead.
Outward focus
She sat
glass in hand
birthday celebrated
around her
She spoke
out, his name
to the silent
mobile
His words
love at last
called to wish
them together
Artist needed: I want to get the Gwen Penguin stories illustrated / animated. Can anyone help? I appear to have no talent. Although that’s another story.
Ongoing project
Isolate. Hide away. Deny name when called. Abuse, avoid, destruct. Again, louder. Ignore the olive branch. Think of nothing, constantly. Refute the positive. Notch up the days. Don’t learn. Don’t change. Compound thoughts. Self obsess. Portray one aspect as a whole. Desaturate. Drown out life. Live in white noise. Hurt friends with rebuke. Embrace guilt. Risk everything.
Repeat.
Family tide
the lights go off inside the void
you see this
car crash thoughts
turn your head and you’ll find
the grieving relatives
there, in the background
equally confused
hurt through no
direct contact
wondering what they created
back then
and thinking
it used to be so different
and how
and why
has it
did it
will it always be
this
destructive thing
diary service
Think of that time
the first
most important
hopeful, distant
still now
burned to your memory
The mind doesn’t need to
look back
when part is
always there
living with a shadow
on the present
If this site has been updated, chances are I’m not dead.
Please sponsor Oliver Gray to run the London marathon.
I’d run it myself, but, er, I’m a lazy bastard.