life

There is a line from the film The Crow, which goes ..."every man's got a devil, and you can't rest until you find him".

The graves we dig for ourselves are always the deepest. Sometimes we have to keep digging until we uncover the devil, stick it dead upon the wall and tell stories of the scars.

The following is a mix and match of times gone.

The Babel

In ruins
torn down by Babel;
a brick carcass is where Death dines
in Pathos eye.
At the table Cupid strings and sings
a morning serenade
while Death is deaf, mute
and blind;

Got the doodles today. Here is the second one of the day.

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Infinity never tires
never looks back.
It leaves a promise
labelled life
fill it we must,
it never lasts.

Another lunchtime, another spare moment and something off the cuff.

My mind works on images, I am an image machine and thinking about what to write an image returned to me of the last stag night I was on. Even when drunk the mind snaps away.

I take after my dad in that I don't like crowds, which is another way of perhaps saying I don't like the majority of people unless they have character and I have the opportunity of finding it. Something which is dead in the water when it comes to a crowd.

Strange how the human mind blinds us to the things we don't want to see and yet when it comes to others, we have no such blindness.

In many ways life is about changing your prespectives but it is not always a pleasant experience. Particually when you think you are moving forward, only to find yourself in the same old circle.

The following is a little doddle of an expression of something that occured to me some weeks ago, which is still knawing away.

I read a website of someone I know last night, which mentioned they had taken an overdose at somepoint in the past although there was no explict details into the reason why but I have a good idea.

It wasn't something I commented on or indeed judge. In my past a girlfriend took an overdose when I was sixteen but never suceeded. I have heard from friends who have lost someone who has suceeded. I learnt at an early age, life is far from perfect and there is a darker element to life we shield ourselves from and others. An undercurrent.

We like to think everyone is living happy or on a level of what we see as normailty and when it fails we like to think we are unaffected at arms length or are dismissive and crictial. When you spend time to understand people, their reasons, fears and dreams, you find the real people beneath the mask; sins and all.

The following is inspired by those I have met and their tours of their demons.

This is a play using characters and is written really for person reasons. If you like, a very short insight into my life story.

Sitting in a curry house with Dog, catching up, he said "Every engine has only so many miles to run and a bodies the same".

I thought at the time there was a poem from that one line and sitting here on my lunch break I thought I would give it a go.