That hiss of static,
Distant echo of a hum
A decayed refrain
Sung by the Angelic Hosts-
Outside, beyond time & space.
White Noise
Forever ’92
In my deepest heart & minds
Memory its always & forever '92,
The year of ecstasy & orange rinds,
Of finding myself another anew
At every crossroads & cul-de-sac;
In the places beats pulsed, pounding
Images & colours confuse, confounding
Any sense that I’m keeping on track,
Staggering here, there, place to place,
Stumbling to avoid meeting face to face
With my formless self, bloodshot dissipate
Oblivious to how the decades evaporate.
I know that I have supplied a nostalgic gloss
But how else can we cope with such loss?
Tears, Rips & Cracks
Beneath my itchy feet on the floor
Lie innumerable discarded scraps of paper
Balled up drafts of an unfinishable masterpiece
Outside myself the crumpled sky starts to tear
First in the extreme southeastern corner
Then spreading outwards towards the centre
Through the rips a denied truth streams in
These flaws in the design cannot be disguised
No matter how the cracks are papered over.
Innocence
Inner sense of space
(Do you wanna go out there?)
But the door slams shut-
Then I remembered intime
Pre-uterine innocence.
Empty Throne
Within the heart of The interior castle- A throne sits empty.
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