abrade the darkness
polish it with ocean sand
tumbling sea glass

review of the year
more knowledge and some haiku
no love and no job

I am pulled along
in your charisma slipstream
but beware the bees

patterns in the clouds
i see meaning everywhere
augur of madness

the urge to programme
to write some algorithms
create something new

we talk, a chaise longue,
indian blue eyed beauty
reclining in silks

homeless in the snow,
battered women in shelters,
sending Christmas love

Impossible

document your soul
and I will learn it by heart
every word precious

friends, conversation
the mutual nurturing
love ecosystem

between hope and death
the rock face of endurance
I cling to a rope

the cold and the night
the flapping of the main sail
raw - tied to the mast

Siren

suicide calls me
I hear the seductive song
escape and be free

is there right and wrong?
moral relativism
is inadequate
cultural differences
need respect ... but at Carthage


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion_in_Carthage

tears dry on my face
film - how important friends are
my friends make me live

fallen leaves of hope
nutrient husk of beauty
collects for compost

purple alphabet
which evolved to roman runes
recorded in bytes

scale - deep sky objects
the Sculptor Supercluster
quasars, red shifted,
make the Milky Way seem small
my mind a mote, my life brief

playing with circuits
I am trying to work out
how to flash the chip

QUIET mind, drift to sleep,
slide down to chocolate depths
breath - temperate - long

microcontrollers
have arrived for programming
let's not melt these ones

a drink of water
or breeze on a humid night
the darkness has snapped

mustard seed of hope
in the dark winter midnight
nestled in my bed

the dark tastes bitter
the silent damp hours empty
winter inside hope

forty-two years old
unemployed, single and mad
healthy, friends, learning

I live in the dark
body clock drifting vampire
lost alone birthday

moving by inches
taking a day at a time
careful with my mind

mauled by santa's claws
the Christmas shopping season
the present of debt

fifteen, on a box,
rope around my neck, swaying,
it snapped, failed again

afternoon curry,
sunday laughter, drinks and friends,
a lovely warm time

walking on the beach
watching rock climbers and waves,
yachts in the distance

shadows in my skull
throw darkness upon my life
the woodshed drummer
grins at the demons within
a rictus smile, aces and eights

pico lighthouses
flash warnings of ice, photons
slide away from Earth

scream into the dark
about the song of sunlight days
out of reach like hope

lost inside my head
alien industrial gardens
running drunk and mad

awkward in my skin
discombobulated by
normal things in life

the red and the blue
the obsession/delusion
the echoes in time