Confetti of time

photographer Rosie Hardy

a phantom of myself
blowing away cobwebs of time
I ponder in  midst of confetti
scattered by unknown forces
I'm not getting any younger

I am lost in 14-inch TV

walk the past

Photo credit: Neil Alexander

a broken past lies in the ruins
still we hold on to it
clutch it like a baby does with a toy
ghost of our memories
travels through the secret passages
with no respect for future
why not demolish the palace
and let the creatures of the deep dark forest take over?

but the world is too busy destroying mankind

fruits dance on the walls

picture credit: Chris Galford

in a blind alley
I find fruits
dancing with each other
drinking their health
butterfly steps out
when bees sting
I write graffiti
on walls

"do knock it down"

dusty trails

Photo Credit: Rob Hanson

my ham radio
I look out for it in the dust
I see the old telephone
hear your voice
crystal clear
with the dust laden towel
I wipe my tears
cold air touches
the back of my neck
when the ham radio crackles
I know it is you hidden in recesses of time

my next step, I stand at the edge of the mountain

clogs and wheels

Photo Credit: Rob Hanson

such a familiar place
to be surrounded by machines
in a basement
or an attic
I endure the heat
the humidity
all these obsolete machines
you don't find them any more
damp air feels sweet
I taste it, only thing I can taste
in the nothingness of being

"come morning, all will be a plain field
no house, no attic, no me,
a ghostly presence. beware thoughts..
I come only on certain nights"

sky-scrappers

Picture Credit: Scott Wyden

I hang from the sky
invisible to all
holding a manifest
from out there
may you all see light
(I know I can't)
in the smoky morning
sun hides as usual
within the folds of the clouds

"let us flock together, let us all fall,
let us measure the depth of miserable darkness"

MAC drives him nuts

Picture Credit: Walter Parada

in the labyrinth of computer peripherals
he stays awake
chasing the sleep away
sleep wants to sizzle in him
deep into the inner nakedness of his soul
(what you see here is just a projection)
those tiny hairs on his body stand out
fully charged yet so sleepy
still he chases it all away
with single mindedness
those keys interest him more
the screen holds him in the throes
the reflection in the mirror sizzles for him
red silken sheets behind him tell us a sensual tale

"let us leave it on him to finish it for us
while he waves it at us as a red flag"

let it be forever

tiny shaking shakes me out
the capsules on the floor tell me a tale
she who is ramrod straight
despairs in the midst

I sit with her on the floor
embrace her to me
she gives in
but only for a while

her voices soothes me
her arms hold me
she is again the strong mother
I am again the daughter

"forever, let it be forever, 
although that isn't enough either"

demolition

Picture Credit: Rosa Frei

in gaps
you create fences
where none existed
who am I to voice it aloud
I will jump right into it
stand in the midst
speak all I need to

"borders are so passe"

a statement

Photo Credit: Greg Laychak
a statement-
I see in your stature
that fierce independence
is never far away
fuchsia, pinks and whites
merge with the grey
you redesigned that window
to usher in the orange-yellow sunshine
I walk out of the frame
corridor swallows me in

"that path can contain only you,
while I remain in the periphery"

when earth moves

Photo Credit: James Rainsford

I will do my laundry when
blue light fully fades into green
a goldfinch comes to sit on windowsill
the slippery moss can't ruin my mood
I like the sunlight on the prison wall
it is trapped for a while
can only escape when the earth moves, 
repeated each day, in that tiny cell

"virtual can be caught in a real situation,
escape too is not that easy"

aeons

forget night,

can be reminder

of stillness-

also drag

an amoral rendition

of frozen impact 

poetic vacuum

yellowed thread of that green balloon
entangles your pauses,
you find vacuum in my knees-
the gap between my feet and ground,
you fill it with sensual poetry.

ghost of a rose

blemishes you see behind that visage
are not all mine
I rubbed those out of the camera
how I did that I can't say
that picture is a messenger
but you won't understand it
can you enhance that flaw
a characteristic embedded in me?

you are out of that frame
I am in it now, right in front
a ghostly facade enhanced by lights 

limitless space

I see bridges and dams
the ones we create in our mind
had it been reflected in the sky
I would have asked the clouds 
to gift it to me
but the foam you see here
is not real
the nearly blue colour
makes it appear like a sky on earth
but the vastness of it can't be contained
although we can the contain the Universe
within our mind, 
where the miniscule space becomes limitless

"someone please let me know,
who poured liquid glass into water?"

inseparable

Photo by James Rainsford

in heated sun
I stood guard
to burdens of world
one of God's creature
sat on my head 
shading me from sun
breeze tickles my beard

I found my mellow mood again