We drove into the stormbecause we belong there,beneath electric skies,where the rain hammers our skinand the wind calls to us in sighs. I wonder if only you and I feel the vibrations,because we are made from the same star,our polarities alignedand drawn together from afar. In my dreams you composewith brushstrokes of lightningthat fork black pastel … Continue reading Into the Storm
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Fissures
(For Mental Health Awareness Week/ Month) Sometimes the dreams lead me to this questionable reality. Sometimes not. There is no sense of being awake, or of sleep. There is just confusion. Time is littered with events real and imagined… events yet to be, or somehow those that filter into my consciousness from an alternate branch … Continue reading Fissures
Enchantress
I see you enchantress but are you real, When knowing this love you make me feel, It seems as though from a dream you tease-- Am I the only one you please? Do not lay beside me, I am not worthy of your thoughts, My humanity defiles you with the hunger that it courts, … Continue reading Enchantress
Saddle of Meat
They ride this beast through unending days, feed it their hopes and fears like acorns from the lowest branches. It grunts beneath the weight of their burdens, a saddle of meat in this butcher's yard called life, in search of meadows long-forgotten, a world in verdant green beyond the madness of a world unseen, waiting … Continue reading Saddle of Meat
Visions of Insanity
Visions of Insanity Lost from life, lost of soul, inhabiting this dark domain, Through visions of insanity nothing else remains. What sights are seen, unheralded views of a madness beyond control, the insight of a wicked past brings anger to the soul. They lock the madmen up in cages but who is … Continue reading Visions of Insanity
Apparatus of Death
TV said, "I am the apparatus of death. I am the scream of a thousand tongues, the raw storm of whispers beneath summer's sweet sweat. I see your skin boiled, pink wax, mother's breast crushed by bitter milk, shadows fasting in repulsive worship that ache in the symphony of time." (c) Darren Hawbrook I wrote this … Continue reading Apparatus of Death
Albatross
There is no summer across the swollen sea, just the cold, distant sun-- an unfathomable loneliness between the sky and waves, a wind-blown expressway for travellers lonely, soaring, clipping currents on giant wings, no reason or rhyme for these mariners of ancient time, soaring with the grace and beauty of a million generations-- voyagers of the endless sea. (c) Darren Hawbrook *** Unfortunately, … Continue reading Albatross
The Fires of Virunga
The sounds of the devil come not long after the thunder, (Out of the craters of Virunga, the fire the rains can’t dampen) new guns to wage war on paradise. His serpent uncoils in verdant Eden, Eyes of amber and heart of darkness, the beast they call the mighty Congo whose black tributaries feed these savage … Continue reading The Fires of Virunga
Twilight
Release your mind for a moment let it roam to the imagery of a distant landscape, a place where love roams wild alongside dreams. Picture a wilderness of towering pines and trees cloaked in the hues of an autumn sunset. In the ravine below a stream winds it course toward an ancient lake bed where … Continue reading Twilight
Music of the Spheres
The lights first appeared on the summer solstice, hovering above the quiet moor. People clamoured to explain their existence: Scientists; witches; religious fanatics; others spoke of visitors from beyond the stars. Some issued them names, occultist monikers born in other tongues and dimensions. They shed their clothes and danced to hail the return of their … Continue reading Music of the Spheres
Blurred Worlds 