Sunday, January 29, 2017

Diving Into You


Diving Into You 

Diving into,
Basking and even,
Risking drowning in.
Those sensuous folds.
Breathe it in
Make love
With our skin.
More sexy than carnal love
Is your smell.
The one I crave,
Beg to absorb
In. deep, long breaths deep in.
The scent of you
Does more to me
Than ever a touch
Has dared to do-
Nothing so far
Has connected me
More to you.
Your scent that lingers
Forever in the air
Testimony to the fact
Of the honesty we share.
Perhaps a stone laid
For the day we dare.

Friday, January 27, 2017

my private place is my blog-do you not love the irony in that?

For Art's Sake.

For Art's Sake
I am not well.
I cannot cope.
What will happen to all the chaos I have organised?
Now there is a hole I do not want to go down.

It might be nice
To tumble
Safely,
Into the darkness of my
Soul.
But chin up mate,
Stiff upper lip.
It always kept
Us sane.
Thanks
It really helped me, too.
To not become a monster
Just like you.

Who needs fairies?

Who needs fairies?

'Who needs fairies? Every wish I make comes true. Straight from the devil in the deep, blue sea.'
-they call it subconscious flow: an unedited thought or rant, completely virgin and as pure as can be. Supposedly, it can define who you really are. But then, to even be able to read and understand this, one would have to know the subjective significance of certain words as perceived by the author, which would only be possible if you were somehow connected on such a level that it meant you were ONE. So, I guess I'm talking to myself again.
(Yeah...)
Photo and other fantastic works can be seen here- thank you for allowing me to use the image Menna :)
http://www.thefeysmith.co.uk/


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Emotion

'Emotion is beautiful; It is better than drugs, and harder to control.'
(Me 2017)

Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Bigger Picture

The Bigger Picture.
You thought you were alone,
But the moon
Is mine.
And wherever you went,
I was there
All the time.
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)


Push And Pull.

Push And Pull.
The push and the pull
In-between what you are
And what you want to do.
Part of you is climbing,
The other half is diving
Unsure of where to go.
On the one hand.
I see red balloons.
In the other.
The same, too.
But the ones in my head
Are filled with air.
And the rest
Are filled with lead.
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)


Saturday, January 14, 2017

The Dying Moth

Imagine living in the bottom of a hole for a thousand years. For some strange reason you grow wings- Start to fly but halfway up you shatter yourself on the rocky walls. You crumble and fall, scrabble for the dream of a thing you saw...Light at the end of the tunnel they said! And I all I get is a crumpled moth stuck to a sodden floor. And for everything that was never said, I have never been so sure. Have you watched a wet moth climb ungracefully up a wall? You want to help, but with every touch, you damage its wings, and are not really help as such. So, you tried and failed and now you watch because you want the poor guy to make it..but the wings are just too damaged, wet, sodden, mushy and even if he makes it, the sun will come up and cook him- inevitable death!
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)


Encerrando Ciclos

Encerrando Ciclos
Sempre é preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final. Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver. Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos - não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram.
Fernando Pessoa and me
. Do not endings mean new beginnings?

Friday, January 13, 2017

The Joy Of Writing

The joy of writing is when you find a word you thought you had used, but realise you hadn't- so you can use it X


Saturday, January 7, 2017

A Thimble Full

I filled a thimble
To the brim
And thought
That it would do.
But everywhere
I dare not look
Is full
Of me and you..
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)

I will live forever.

I have one meal a day, I do not drive, so walk everywhere. I have such funny friends I am always laughing, and I have known true love  I will live forever x


Sunday, January 1, 2017

I think I have fallen in love with words.

I think I have fallen in love with words.

Apathy

Apathy is knocking at my door.
Being fifty,
I could rest on my laurels
And do no
More.
Luckily, I am cursed
With a discontented soul.
And IT
Will always want
More.
What else
Was I born
For?
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)