I am hoping to return to painting next week to finish one and to create new one for at the moment I am finding it difficult to write due to lack of inspiration and an old demon gnawing at my bones.

The following is an expression of trying to break the deadlock between expression and repression, to create something rather than repress lock the safe and spin the dial. It maybe this is the key or an indication to write a section of my biography I have been putting off entitled agony. We shall see.

The ------ is used to represent space since due to format problems spaces could not be used when publishing on the site.

Dislocation

A half sentence is strewn
-------- then buried under a biro ink patch.
Funeral pyres are fed abused words
---------until they grate into mountain ranges.
Dislocation pulls at the joints
----------breaks the pen
injects the devil with adrenaline.

I am following the blog I Break My Heart and there is a simple reason because something in the about box got my attention. "I am not a writer; I write because I am compelled to.". There is a contradiction in there but I understand it in the same way I am not a poet, a writer, a photographer or an artist because I am an expressionist. I do.

The following is inspired by the rawness of the human soul, which often now is constrained because we are taught we must conform; our work should tick off boxes and if it does not, we fail. Much like how Pablo Picasso said "All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. ". Our children are free without restrictions and then as we transform them to adults we strip it slowly away.

Art is not a science it is a journey of the soul and with it, there is no failure.

Pie Makers

They bake their pies
set a table like an altar,
white wash their paper dollies with smiles like professors jumpers.
Their clean aprons scorn
when pens bleed, break bone and become
the living pie.