The Walls Can Speak

Not a shake of a head
Nor a shoulder to shrug
Can dismiss
The way echoes
Descend from above

In stubborn denial
Refusal to say
Internalised
Mute
Perpetual the day

Recognition refutes
sentimental though still
Like the sun
Like the scars
So haunting until

The blindness of truth
suddenly so upon
Has unbound
Stark in presence
The loneliness gone

Typified

Behind the glass of those eyes that gleam

and stare with the noise of mayhem, serene

Beneath the core of the soul that seeps

Reassurance unbound, from the child that weeps

The barrier that ceased many steps to fall

Dilapidated still the crumbling wall

Stands strong in rejection of countless ails

and narration speaks in clairvoyance tales

a purity found from a tarnished youth

meagre lies never held untruth

for the things that are viewed in the iris of he

makes certain the purpose to let things just be

INCUBATE

A proposal for something rather special.

What happens to the body when it suddenly realises its twin....?

Clock STOP

The weeks have been busy....on another level busy!  Can't recall the last time I had the freedom to sit and write; not about academia or mindless drivel, but about things that really matter - life, love, Art and happenings!  A lot occurred in the time which lapsed between ramblings.  Firstly, there was the big night out; this was the crescendo that built following the final of a competition I entered.  The night largely consisted of me, in a body stocking and wig, nipples taped with crosses....frolicking around Preston with an entourage of drunken fools who carried me on piggy back or any other method whilst someone else carried my 'equipment'.  This was the type of hilarity one might only encounter on a student night out and it was with a sense of pride that I stood talking to a bird at 6am, wearing a strangers dressing gown and clutching a can of cider.  It felt like an achievement at the time.

The most troublesome side effect of such a raucous event was the germs contracted as a result of all the huggy kissy behaviour with friends.  Every single one of us has coughed and spluttered ever since!  Said illness has had a knock on effect for performance fortnight, which I sneezed and shivered my way through. 

The other main event that has taken place recently is that of the visitor in my house.  The visitor with the eyes that change colour and the smile that could melt the sun.  So pretty a visitor could not sit undetected in my house, yet he fitted so perfectly that it was impossible to consider that we only met some three weeks ago.  The everyday tasks that control my life were completed in the same way and yet they felt freer and easier.  So wonderful to have a new feeling about life and to feel nervous in a positive way for once.  Somehow this person reminds me of everything that is right with the world.  For the first time in months I sat and did little else but relax, which is a completely new phenomena in my vocabulary.  I love this.  I love that I seldom have anything negative to say at the moment; it feels so natural and so special.

At the end of last week when the time came to say Goodbye, I stood in a crowded bus station wiping tears away and feeling a sense of emptiness, an emptiness that was cushioned by the knowledge that things were regenerating.  Nothing can break a bond which is true and this is a bond which began in uncertain circumstances and cemented itself for always.

London is very far away, yet not so far that someone can't be close to the heart.  Within a few days the work had been done and the plans were in place.....now the ball is a hundred percent rolling and I hope it never stops.

There you are.

Here I am.

Thank you for restoring my belief in people.