poetry of consciousness

Watercourses

Primeval drops concealed
in meteorites cascading
on a coagulating planet
where temperatures dove,
just enough to hoard
the lymph gingerly forming
oceans springing life, birthing
after many million years
of labour humans, hiding
inside their beings composing
their bodies dooming,… CONTINUE READING »

Choking on passion

Deferral an insidious skulking mortal
born out of apathy where tenacity is held.
Creeps through nerves leaving trails
of poisonous narcotics, pulls on the strings
of a fragile brain.
Feeds on a grit in lethargy
mind desperately seeks to awake,… CONTINUE READING »

Words of inspiration

My dearest friend I retrieved my old
fountain pen today to pour, on canvas
note papers my doubts, feelings
of dire necessity for I, need of you a favour.
I confess I find myself confused, in the mist
of nothingness … CONTINUE READING »

Love to me

I will be born in fourteen hours
thirty-seven years ago,
from the labour of my mother
into Doctor Lucatelli’s hands.
How could I have known or did I
the amazing wondrous life reserved,
the privileges in store the blessing
of … CONTINUE READING »

Calling David

This is ground control
I sneaked in to give you a call,
it’s been a while and I yet wonder
are you still floating ‘round your tin can?
Since you launched in sixty-nine
not much has changed on planet Earth,… CONTINUE READING »

Hi, I’m in New York

My heartbeat increases
compelling me to focus
on deeper breaths,
as lungs crave abundance
of oxygen required
by a puzzled mind,
wondering why
such an absurd feeling
creeps from within,
for someone I
barely know so far away,
imagining your … CONTINUE READING »

Sakamoto’s rain

Long fingers, strong
as those of a pianist, maestro
entrancing as he strikes ivory
keys unleashing,
hypnotising notes gently
opening with an adagio,
softly incalzando to an allegro
keeping tempo, beating rhythm
to intimacy only awaiting,
reverberation.
[Featured painting: Murder CONTINUE READING »

Stomp me to intoxication

I was born in green valleys to the effort of strong hands
roughened by the harshness of ungentle wintery gales.
Delight permeated space as they smiled to see me flourish,
Showering me with attention, care and compliments.
Perennially making sure … CONTINUE READING »

The space within

There is a space, hidden from the eye
Of all creatures residing Earth only I,
Cognise and call my own as I alone,
Walk its secret paths entangled
Meanders ascending towards thoughts.
A cave of shadows revealing its nature,
Where … CONTINUE READING »

Carpets of thin glass

Details as tiny flecks of sand,
From the abysses of deepest waters
Rise above creating land,
For us to walk on solid grounds
Carpets of thin glass,
As they unfold immensity
One grain at the time.
[Featured painting: Pacific SunsetCONTINUE READING »