Blatant exhibitionism.

A Jar Full of Eyes


This week I have been lucky,
I paid for everything I found,
and although free beer tastes good,
It's better earned.

When sound doesn't mean anything,
I find silence invigorating,
A new view of my current reality,
Wraps around me.

I'm laying awake. Too early.
Everything is quiet and still,
Two birds sing,
And in an electric tête-à-tête ,
Start my day.

Or perhaps I will go back to sleep?
Where a dusty shopkeeper,
Pays me for a jar full,
Of eyes.




Cosmic 2015 © All rights reserved.

Two Reasons

Art v Knowledge.

Knowledge can be destructive. Knowledge can never be taken away, removed. This makes it a weak force.  Art (creativity) is so powerful that it can destroy itself, if it needs to, and start again.

We owe a lot to creativity. For generations we have valued knowledge above it. 

You need knowledge too, obviously. But knowledge needs you more! Without somebody knowing it, knowledge doesn't exist. Without somebody doing it, creativity will carry on regardless. In one form or another.

© Cosmic 2013

I can't wake up

I can't wake up!
Can someone please
Shake me
And don't stop until
You wake me.
Don't be soft
You won't break me.
I just have to open my eyes
And see ahead.
It will surprise me
If I'm dead.

I need to wake up!
Can you find my number
And call me.
Stop fooling around.
I need the sound.
I can't feel the ground.
All around me.

I want to wake up!
I need to remember
My name.
To make sure my
Face hasn't changed.
And just to be certain
I'll lift up these curtains
And walk though the crowd
Once again.

I can't wake up!
Or was waking just
Falling to sleep?
Finding new ways to dream
But inside where we gleam,
Jewels are unseen.
And all that lies between
We can keep.


© Cosmic 2012

Poetry and Motion

When you've got a lot on
demands are strong

it's easy to go past 

your stop and continue

chugging away

relentlessly...

Screaming away like a mad fool!

Look at you there

Screeching, and wailing

As you charge round and round

on your tracks.

You're not a machine!

You're more like an organic bean,

And Braveheart was not just a film,

And Hitler was defeated for a reason!

The travels are best 

When you take in the view.

So take some time

To do what you did do

before the journey began

and the robot was born

and the calm gave way

to the storm.

Just take something 

small

right through to the end,

then everything else

won't

drive you

round 

the bend.

©Cosmic 2012 


Picture

From my desk

There is a quiet noise,
A silence I can hear.
Is it the sound of
Nothing-ever-happens,
Buzzing in my ears?

Gentle and sweet air,
That comes in from the sea,
Greets me and beckons,
All to share.

Birds chatter and tweet,
A most silvery silk and slip,
To where they fly is light,
and call each one,
every other one does.

From where I sit,
Here at my desk,
Typing click and clatters,
and outside cold
falls on my skin.


© Cosmic 2011