A poem by The Hills own Robert Marsh.Read More
A jaunt through the paranoid divergent nature of being dialogue I had with the page the other day.Read More
This piece was worked off the back of Terence Mckenna's talk 'Opening the doors of creativity' where in he talks about the Poets being the ones that have let humanity down by not painting A vision of the future that would inspire itself into existence.
This is an attempt of sorts on my part to work in the name of The Good, The True and The Beautiful.
Come with me and we shall see, together, the world differently.Read More
I'm not exactly sure what is being said in this one, yet it's heaps of fun to say. Perhaps A listener/reader can donate an interpretation.Read More
I have been given visions, These visions are of men in white, with an almighty cloud phallus bearing down on their enemies, who are also men in white robes with an almighty cloud phallus bearing down on the first party.
It's all beneath the four corners of the Eagle.
First read at, and written for, A gig headlined by The Braves.
Dedicated to those masters of dark jams, the edible kind, edible by the fork-tongued, Mercenaries for Baphomet.
A whistle from the off distant coach carrying her away.Read More
There seems to be far too many children wearing the shapes and voice of Adults. Eternal youth has not reached our bodies yet but the attitude is planted firmly there.Read More
We are continually reinforced as the weaknesses that are known like hands to the romantics, wondering why we only ever seem to not do very well. Where our attention lay is where we shall eventually lay, focus on strength to find yourself roaming with Lions.Read More
First share of someone else's work on the Lab.
Thanks Andy for letting me chuck this up.
Great piece, I hope you all enjoy his work!
Just A short one.
Going to be upping my output.
Silence in the rooms
Empathy is here
Deliver the truth
Deliver it clear
This is where I share expression.
Enjoy my craft.
Sometimes I surprise myself.Read More
Something written with "Dreams" in mind for the Crafternooners.Read More
Run with the ancient wind
Freedom is not A sin
Love what you receive
Don't strangle and bin