Moving on…

I sit half asleep, suspended between Sunday and Monday; my mind is either still or empty waiting to engage a new universe, which slowly begins to spin out of the back chambers of my imagination, out of the stirring of the soul; butterflies hover, then float on the whim of a brease up over the…

Desertification.

Clouds gather in swirls, darken, the moon ghosts huge through the clouds, the wind picks up , parched lips look forlornly heaven ward, as the heat sears all into browns we all prayer haphazardly for rain, a little drizzle falls frustration rises, dry river beds get losts in the ever moving sea sand, we boil…

Symphonies of the mind

Symphonies sound in the quiet midnight time, my head buzzes with rhythms as I look out at the dark night with the near full mottled moon slowly moving through the humid skies, the horns are strident, the tympany rumbles, I shift uneasily in my wooden chair, my fingers scurrying over the keyboard to capture the…

the peace of all mankind.

A riff cuts the cloying air, and the crowd comes alive, as he talks through chords driving the rhythm, the crowd clapping in time, as he tells them to rebell, lets march on the evil that holds us back, lets have the dream again, lets make thing right, for the sake of our world and…