Shadows of Clouds

In the darkened room of the midnight hours
when the only thing stirring in her lonely wait
are the shadows of clouds…

They tiptoe past in the moonlit sky

she’s always alone,
but too strong to cry

theres no point to that
she knows this well
tears just dry out
in the new morning sun

and so she avoids
t, you, and me.

fear in a lie
she started to believe.

The simple harmony of her days
it all traces back from a blossoming bud
subjected to a shameful act…

and from the piled stones made from fears and doubts

Where she led her heart
then she cast it out

for the pain it caused
so now she guards each night
a sentry to stop
its attempts to return

and so she removed
it, you, and me.

fear in a lie
she started to believe.

In fear of hurting those who try
a revelation in waiting, always sitting alone
hidden as the sun retreats…

In the wheatfield that divides two towns

I found her here
and as I laid down

I caught a glimpse of a world
that I wanted to share
but the gate was locked shut
and only she held the key

she was betrayed by,
it, you, and me.

fear in a lie
she started to believe

and I wish that at least I had thrown myself
at the wall to move it an inch at a time
till through my efforts she came to see
a truth from which she could be freed.



Pulling out white teeth, between hopeless sighs
in the unblinking gaze of the dead ox’s eye

The last man standing keeps breaking your heart
cue a new victim picked for the perpetual task

That old cliche
bonded to you
the loneliness
it eats at you

You and your
acidic romances

Interwoven memories, a veil for fear
only the bravest of moonbeams stay here

Inaudible whispers keep risking their lives
down the path strewn with clouds, that obscure and disguise.

Shades of Blue

Vague, my recall of your smile.
Wire bound, dust worn picture album
black and white in forty two
colour ink, page thirty thousand

Though most of me, is most of you
part my code is from far away
not from where you worked the land..
not from where you fought to save…


Brave blood flowed across the shores
to dilute the deep blue open seas

the waves carry them back home
to hidden angers and bitten tongues..

‘they didn’t die for you, or this future’
No repayments for the service..

Tell me sir, Were you afraid
of your blues becoming a lighter shade?


A cloth of stars, on royal shades
a rope that binds them onto you
their garbled sounds you can’t detune
your coat tails worn from overuse

And as the echos of the brass
clear the room in prep for silence
there stands a man, no less a man
always giving his full respect.

Raised Relics

A sleep broken by a curious dream
the path appeared in front of me.

The ground dissolved beneath my feet
and no horizon could be seen..

I awoke in the abyss
a place I scuttled memories

And now the rusty hulls, they shift
escaping this dark, lonely sea.

No end to this quiet night
These eyes can’t close
I will not sleep
Streams of thought
Begin to flow
I drown in my futility

The lantern flame I thought blown out
emits a glow within it’s glass

And rusted relics raised in spite
of welds once broken in the past..

Moonlight at the surface
while she walks along the shore…

And here she’ll leave her footprints
on the soft white sands once more..

#48 – Shoya Tomizawa


Reflecting on a year ago,

reminded cruelly in recent events

Of a talent taken as it only appeared

Of the ‘tsuyoi kaze’ trailing in your wake

Of enthusiasm that touched many hearts

Of the smile behind the Red 48

So, as much as the colours have faded,

cos time never ceases weathering all away

The memories still burn as vibrant as ever

and I promise they will, for all remaining days..

New Zealand Photos

A few quick pics from New Zealand. I am still learning basic camera tricks and this was the first time I was able to muck about with a DSLR.

Four Hands

A lipstick smeared raised glasses rim
A punt-less figure tipped within

flush with red, flush with red
their labels did not stick..

The spinning barefoot pirouette
that loses grace upon each twist

finest crystal, finest crystal
slaved to hold this in..

and still unseen is..


Stuck in a sequence that keeps on repeating
still stubbornly hiding a feeling..

and there’s no sign to..

to change the thinking that she’ll just drink anything
so long as its nice to the purse strings…

But what is she saving for?


When the last shell flys off overhead,
and this trench’s floor becomes our bed

lying silent, lying silent
speaking through our eyes..

and the mirrored view of memories,
of four hands on the piano keys

reminiscent, reminiscent..
the jester portrays me…

now all I see is…


Her happiness slumped in the corner
he starts wrapping his arm around her..

and theres no sign to..

to change the thinking that she settles for anything
because loneliness brings only suffering..

At least she saves her coins…


I show my tell – its in my eyes
what you can’t see I can’t disguise

I’ve nothing left in which to sink
my spirit drains the more you drink

The empty heart – I always see..
you spend it’s love so recklessly

the less you hear the more I shout
my echo’s begin fading out…