Feeling Reflective

Fool.

Feeling reflective and feeling a fool,

The two things go nicely together,

Feeling slightly lonely and used,

I guess.

With her, is a foolish reflection too.

Bulldozing Through the Crap

There, an easy way to get a load more out of the "pending" folder, if there was such a thing.....and then go back and move them into "posted"......

I'm getting there, slowly......

(I know it's "Mynah" it was the fact I worked at British Coal at the time.....)

More 80s Stuff.......Well, Sorry....!

Cwmdonkin Park Roundabout.

I cruise uncomfortably,

Feeling okay, in a roundabout sort of way.

I'm watching the heavens gyrate around me,

The clear, cold, confused,

oh I don't know.

I'm supposed to know what I'm saying.

Here I am, spinning, spinning way too fast,

You're sitting there as I dissect you.

I'm lying here, lying poetically,

(I don't know why, but it had to be done.)

First the incision, slice, snip,

I don't want to do this, so why ?

The stars speed up and, I close my eyes.

Bizarre, the gulf widens, I push,

I'm pushing you away with my words,

The words aren't so easy to hurl,

You resist, and are pushing back.

I realise I still want this,

But my lies are too tangled now.

I'm confused, spinning, lying, spinning.

The whirling infinities of feeling.

The whole milky way obeys as I say "faster"

"This way, then that", "Slower now."

The pebble in the cosmos that won't move

Is a rebel, named you.

If only I knew then what I (sort of) know now........

Taken on the very last bit that people who are scared of dying from just looking down from an enormous height dare to sit, on the end of Worm's Head, Rhosilli, Gower....

 

and, slightly embarrassingly on another occasion very near the same spot....

Back in the day, when stolen jackets, gifted Arran sweaters, faded shit & cheap jeans, and brown suede shoes were all the rage, well they were in my (then) universe......

 

Hundred Selves.

Just one of your hundred selves,

Came back tonight to say "Hello."

Jumped down from my hundred shelves,

Stayed for coffee, then had to go.

One of you keeps ringing up,

Calling, I suppose, to see,

If I might want a trip,

Or maybe if I am still free.

I know the difference, you're all the same,

I suppose I know its all okay,

It could be some clever game,

But, like the cat, I'm forced to play.

All I know is your hundred selves,

All I want is the only one,

The only one to share my shelves,

But turn around again, you're gone.

19 Glanmor Road, The Uplands, Swansea......

A stone's throw from one of Dylan Thomas' gaffs.......not that we noticed the ethereal nature of where we lived, just smoked copious amounts of things we probably shouldn't.....

 A good year.

And then a surprisingly bad couple of days that destroyed a whole thread of my life, but hey, who bears grudges these days?

Oh yeah, that would be me then Mr Steven Bond......(I know, I know, I do still owe you three months' rent, but hey, we can still be friends surely?)

 

Me, but not my room....... "Emotions" might have been involved......

Oh, and the first poem on this post to be honest, there is a definite connection between the two.

 

31 Bloody years ago......

My hand-drawn mushroom cloud on the map of Swansea Bay.....Meant to be more or less our house, not that it mattered much.....

WTF happened? I woke up, and 31 ACTUAL SODDING years had gone.......

One of the reasons I love/hate photography.

Changing the subject. This randomly ended up in another memory lane trip, so I'd best shoot that before it gets worse...

Expressions

Expression on the clock face

One of surreal impassive love struggles.

Popping questions at the hour glass figurine,

A poseur of riddles to the bedeviled bride,

A lover of conundrums.

My lover, one that waits for omens.

The clock hands me another hour, grudging,

Jealous of the immortal "now",

Time stretch.

The contestant shrugs, the master,

Quizzes her with burning sentiment,

Checks on minutes remaining,

"The Star Prize."

I won a few moments with the hourglass,

And pressed my hand in hers.

An expressionless face with no shadow,

No laughter and no hands,

A time-keeping affair,

Luxurious in small town mindscapes.

I swear I won't say who this is "aimed at", but in hindsight, it could be you, or a cat I once had, for all the difference it makes.......

'Girl's Name'.

'Girl's name', I guess I must miss you,

No rock against a storm,

Or shelter from an avalanche.

But a certain comfort,

In knowing you are there,

I am here.

Oh, I know you don't care,

I know your arm is empty now,

And it doesn't bother me,

I'm in a different world.

No matter how I tried,

I never made it.

Your life is so..., so,

So different and removed.

You don't see the way I do,

I thought you did,

And loved you.

I thought we cared,

No longer, don't lie.

You live on, and I hurt,

Still the time is happening,

I'm okay, in a roundabout sort of way,

But we could have been

As another married couple,

Engaged in bliss, yet not a word,

I envy the mate you choose,

But not for long.

You don't see the way I do,

We're similar, but not an avalanche,

Too predictable and secure,

Not another married removed,

No longer, no lie, I loved you,

And for some damn reason,

It doesn't bother me.

Is it me? Or can anyone else see a bit of a bloody theme? Bearing in mind of course, that the majority of what I've posted so far is 84-present, but focussed on the 80s and 90s pretty much.......God I never quite got it.

Says more than I can put in actual words. You read into it whatever you want to.

Still on the case, just dredging through old shit.

Sorry, normal service will never be quite be associated with this Blog.............

On the "plus" side, the Solstice is rapidly approaching, so there's that...........

x

Just Two Months Ago The Ice Queen

The snow came.

I've been in shorts ever since she went away again. Coincidence? Or just another chapter in my journey? Who blooming well knows?

Not I said the...well, whatever, here's another batch of stuff. head still bursting with new things, but trying to catch up with waist-deep photos, work, and enjoying finding out that it's actually ok to care about "me", so that was one lesson she taught me... Stop g-a-f what everyone else thinks, and just be yourself. Thought that was just how life was, but seems you can take it to another level too, and still not be mean.....

 No puns.

Just lots of dead-wood.

 The snow came.

I've been in shorts ever since she went away again.

 

You Know, "Song of Logic" Says Rob. Well..

I face my paths with irrationality,

I look to my future, passionately,

I am quite indifferent to my nationality,

I am of quite sound personality,

Not concerned with pre-ordained reality,

Or worried about total fatality.

Despite my pre-ordained irrationality,

Or my future wife's compatibility,

Or my indifferent personality,

Or my quite sound fatality,

Or my pretty total nationality,

Or my life's wife's passionality,

I'm not concerned with pre-ordained reality,

Simply sitting, having a beer with a friend.

 

Learning About Myself.

Now I am me, I know that,

Why couldn't I see that, now that I am,

Learning about loving, and living, and me,

Knowing I'm not wasted, not spent, but free,

Can I use what I've learned and live ?

Can I forget what I've seen and love ?

I know I am whole, now I am me.

Grown Up

We all approach adulthood in our own way,

Me, I approached it sideways,

Trying not to catch its eye,

Trying not to be noticed,

Thinking, perhaps, I could just slide on by,

You know.

Like having to shake hands with the bride,

When shes also an ex,

Or the groom,

When he knows,

Or the vicar, who's also a "Specialist doctor",

Just smile serenely,

And try not to get on first name terms.

Only time will tell if this is a good strategy,

Or if its really working so far...

 

Love Locked

Right knee, bent to right angle

Between yours and turn, click

Locked, as arms tangle,

Left through right and right over shoulder,

Turning, and lock again, naked

Chinese puzzle that can never be undone.

I lick the blood off your skin

Dreaming at each salt droplet

And spitting

Bitter memories to the damp earth.

I lick the poison from the wound

And (again) we survive the night.

 

Love In A Mug.

Sitting with my chocolate in my mug,

Sitting warm, by the fire, on the rug,

The rug, where you said you loved me,

Just a week ago, last Tuesday.

How much you cared I now know,

I cared much, much more, so ?

Was I a fool to care for you ?

No, I cared just as much too.

Do you feel just the same,

When someone else plays your game ?

Are you sitting on some rug,

With your chocolate in your mug,

By a cozy, red coal fire ?

Thinking...."You little liar.." ?

Late Night Notes. Ironic Period

TV

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Celebration of irony celebration of distillation

Celebration of consumer culture and then more irony

So

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn

Wheres the porn wheres the porn wheres the porn?

A: Where it always was, inside all of you.

Its the reason

I take my ear-rings out

Before going to the office

Nice & professional

And before the Meet

Hunting etiquette

Debars such

On both gentlemen and

Gentlewomen.

So, keep your eyes open,

When hunting.

Very very hard to explain, but I miss this old girl so very much sometimes. "Lady at Chew" that was the name of the picture, she was "Maisie, or Daisy or something, I refused to use either so called her "Lady" as I thought it sounded similar enough not to confuse her, and God bless her, it didn't.




Well, that's it for this episode. No hidden messages, again, just me catching up on old ssshh. Maybe I should start to review/preview it before posting, but hey, where's the fun in that?

Still a scary amount to go before I have that ledge to jump off....

Small steps....

Not stopped walking yet.