It’s the creating of possibly.. non-stop art. Maybe that’s what you could call it. Sometimes.. there’s this part of me that wants to just grab a crowd of people – be it of a night out, whichever, and to… just try and create a poem-piece on the spot. Now…that isn’t supposed to be all that easy but.. I guess there’s just this delighting in the absolute seen-to-be pressure of that particular situation you’ve placed yourself in. You’ll be… a little worried about how it turns out, too, of course, but generally you’re fairly sure that you’ll have done this thing a little bit better than anyone else. You understand what you can do, even if you might not really get to understand yet what it actually is that you’re trying to achieve with it all. I’ve never really been able to grasp the time to think that one through, though. However… it’s there in you… and it does literally feel like… this utterly comfortable thing which brings you back to it whenever you feel the necessary need. Or not. I mean, at this stage about ninety-percent of my mind seems to be somehow or another automatically focused on creating the next piece. Personally, with what I’ve had to go through with the OCD, it’s like a bloody hit of heroin for me, only obviously far and much more legal and healthy. Also, if you read it back, or at least if I do, while it is most certainly layered in personal thoughts and feelings and experiences — not with the alcohol and drugs and that sordid stuff, that’s just because a storyline is obviously necessary when it comes to the scribbles, it seems to make total sense to me. Like as though THAT stuff wasn’t even written by someone with OCD 😃 🤷♂️ Maybe you’d call that outrageous resilience and self-belief even at THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE OF TIMES 😉 but the depth of most of that particular dig? Well, I always seem to end up widening my eyes and staring at the ceiling in… utter disbelief and finding myself rendered kinda mute when I think about it… . So, yeah, that’s a depth no one needs to go to. And now, thank Christ I don’t need to, and certainly not with the scribbles 💃 Truth is this, I cannot let myself go that level of deep ever again 😀 There is too much good stuff to create in the future and WAY, WAY, WAAAAY(!!!) TOO MANY people in my corner for that ever to be happening, really 💪
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Recent Poems
- A Nail In The Grave. Called Creation.
- -Bite your lip and bite the dust, please.
- Stifled S*******.
- There’s A History In That Scar. “as we watch them dRAG themselves back.” The Art of silencing a tIcKinGMInDBomB inside.
- Topping The Bill And Failing To Boast About It Anymore
- To Sweep It Under The Rug Is To Simply Say: “that we’ve been trying like WiLdFiRe.”
- Raising the rAreSt Of Stakes
- Sycamore bird AtNite. nocturnal Flight And With Passion Between His Wings
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- Sitting with Silence. Part… … … a million
- Messing with mOmEnTuM: asking their tragedy to understand itself:: kindly, Heck(..) q-u-i-e-t-l-y, “if it can.”
- “Pass the pArCeL And Make It Magnificent, Please.”
- -.attempting to Drown in MindbEnDiNg happiness
- “A Smooth Sea Never Made For A Sailor”
- Smoking Guns And Other Alarmingly TwIstEd-In-D-E-E-P(!!) Metaphors. An Artists Right To Portray… . the breath that held itself together for her
- Letting the imbalance be there. For good or for bad.
- “Buried behind her kindness of eye .”
- GatheringTogether TheirSources ofGoldDustAgain. Treading… Melon
- Discovering Candy
- ‘Lying M€$$iah$’
- All the colours of CreAtiVity. Black and all—.
- State of Mind: DelightFULLYdisENFRANCHISED(..) What an oCd minD dOes By dEsign.. default setting OverPROductiveAndDisrupted .
- When A HardNight became AWideAwake Evening. From Berlin to Belgrade in an Instance.
- Silence
- By a hair’s Breadth.
- ‘Silver-chair Montgomery’
- Bitterly Battered BuTtErFlY? Meet Diving-Bell.
- Mission accomplished – And Now…… “For A Sky-B-L-U-€ Sense+of+Indispensable=RECreation, please” // “She’ll Speak When She’s Spoken too.”
- …..
- If sunset is a rule then please give us the tOols
- “She held her(best… … …)breath for the correct correlation of people beCAUSE… there was a whole other universe inside of her AwrY iMaginAtiOn.”
- Their hearts have been hounding them down again.
- Eye of the Storm: Warmer than an AforeWARNED MASTERPEACE.
- “They Will Not Go Down With This Ship”
- startledIntoAction
- Shook but NOT out
- Makeshift superheroes
- Carrying the noise like a Neanderthal’s Mind+on+fire: “it’s probably NOT what we wanted to HEAR.”
- WaLkInG WiTh wIlDfLoweRs: restoring What’s impossible
- Sitting, STANDING, WaLkInG, c-h-a-t-t-i-n-g: “With Their Survival Techniques At Hand.”
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