The Heaviness of Memories

The Heaviness of Memories.

An amazing write from The Mirror Obscura…




Like the way skin feels in the breeze
After an ocean swim.
Prickles of pure sensation.

Or dark
A fierce needing,
The way shadows hug the night,
Wrapping their black bodies
Around everything.

Mindless lips
Soaking up
Every last drop of moisture,
The way the earth absorbs rain
Without hesitation.

Or the way the ocean surf rides
The sand and then releases,
Leaving in its wake
An unforgettable impression.

Like free falling off a cliff,
Steals your breath
But leaves you wanting more,
Always more.

Sipping Tea


Sipping Tea

Sipping tea,
A fluid awareness
Moves through me.

Soothing warmth invades
And I contemplate.

Taking in,
Reflecting on,
My place,
The meaning of me.

The shape of my fingers,
The solar system
Of freckles
Running down
My chest,
Along the curve of my breast.

I touch my belly swell
Once occupied by souls,
Now an empty shell.
A sacred space.
Nurtured by these hands,
Aged, yet supple.

I raise the cup
To my lips,
Acutely aware of thoughts
Coming and going
With each sip.

Sipping tea
Brings me into
The present moment,
Where I can just

The Love I Once Knew


The Love I Once Knew

The love I once knew,
The one I held with unaffected ease.
Wrapping my soul in so tightly,
No force could undo.

The love I once knew,
The one whose songs I drifted off by.
Counting dreams, the sweetness
Of lullaby’s dew.

The love I once knew
The one that breathed new life in me.
A priceless sustenance, a rare
Gift given to few.

Given to me freely.

The love I once knew,
The one measured only by its own infinitude.
An encircling arm of safety, a limitless
Circle of light imbue.

The love I once knew,
The one rejected, deserted for fool’s gold.
Trust, now an empty shell, in the
Blink of an eye withdrew.

Thrown away freely.

The love I now know,
The one metamorphosed from virtue.
A struggle for survival, many
Walls to break through.

I long for the love
I once knew.


Ripples (Haiku Heights)

Ocean Waves 4
Undulating swells ripple
Across Time’s expanse-
Poseidon’s heartbeat
Ship in Storm
Old salty sea dog
Rides atop unbridled sails-
Fierce rippling whitecaps

Rock Me


Rock Me

She’s got her face on tonight,
Ruby red pucker
And a stiletto to pierce a man’s heart.
Drunk on love,
And taking dangerous curves
Like a regular James Dean.
Her wild lullaby
Could rock him all night long.
What a sweet way
To Die.

Mathematics-Hollie McNish (Spoken Word)


He says:
Those god damn pakistanis and their goddamn corner shops
Built a shop on every corner took our British workers jobs
He says those godamn Chinese and their goddamn china shops
I tell him theyre from Vietnam but he doesn’t give a toss
I ask him what was there before that damn Japan mans shop
He stares at me and dreams a scene of British workers jobs
Of full time full employment before the godamn boats all came
Where everybody went to work full time every day
A British Business stood their first he claims before the Irish came
Now British people lost their jobs and bloody turkish are there to blame
I ask him how he knows that fact he says because it’s true
I ask him how he knows the fact he says he read it in the news
Everytime a Somalian comes here they take a job from us
The mathematics one for one, from us to them it just adds up
He bites his cake and sips is brew and says again he knows the spot
The godamn Carribeans came and now good folk here don’t have jobs
I ask him what was there before the goddamn Persian curtain shop
I show him architectures plans of empty godamn plots of land
I show him the historic maps
A bit of sand, a barren land
There was no goddamn shop before those pakistanis came and planned
I’m sick of crappy mathematics
Cos I love a bit of sums
I spent three years into economics
And I geek out over calculus
And when I meet these paper claims
That one of every new that came
Takes away ones daily wage
I desperately want to scream
“Your maths is stuck in primary”
Cos one who comes here also spends
And one who comes here also lends
And some who comes here also tend
To set up work which employs them
And all your balance sheets and trends
Work with numbers not with men
And all your goddamn heated talk
Ignores the trade the Polish brought
Ignores the men they gave work to
Not plumbing jobs but further too
Ignores the ones they buy stock from
Accountants, builders, on and on
And I know it’s nice to have someone
To blame our lack of jobs upon
But immigrations not as plain
Despite the sums inside your brain
As one for one, as him or you
As if he goes, they’ll employ you
Cos sometimes one that comes makes two
And sometimes one can add three more
And sometimes two times two is much much more
Than four
And most times immigrants bring more
Than minuses.