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FOR THE BIRDS
Weather comes together which seems like forever,
A momentary one time more, timeless bind living kind.
Stir of feathers amongst this blood blue,
Mixing ride of a kaleidoscope colour collide.
Turned and twisted with every pound, thrown together
Lashed and thrashed on natures edge.
This world comes together in my eyes leaking mind,
Taken by this weathers tide.
(2001) Acrylic On Canvas 36 X 24 Inches
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£250.00
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STONE SOUP
This sea soaked stone wet to the bone,
Layered with a sodden carpet of living green,
Caressed and battered to their very matter.
A salt-water blend, wrapped all around,
Swallowed right down,
Drowned in the shallow end
A stroke of steel soaked silk,
Nature's mother's milk.
(2001) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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BEACH COMA
As I stand on this beach with a pull to this waters reach,
Head broken wide and open
To words never spoken shadow land woken,
Walls flat broke fallen, so long to my ego gone.
As far as this coma's breach
Bleary-eyed stupor into the sea,
Drenched like a wretch lashed by the crash
This mix of sodden sand, natures granulated hand,
Whipped up to a fury on the edge of this land,
Black and blue beaten
Spat in my eye, minds been eaten.
Like a needle stuck this deja vu only for you,
Full back and repeat in my mental meat.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£250.00
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THE FACE IN THE MIRROR
WON'T STOP
Look away wake morning sanity break
Atlas back pain ache, paranoid fake.
Daily mirror me, never let it be,
A joke about to choke amongst the mirror smoke
Have I reached my peak what seems like a week?
I feel like a fool an obsolete tool
Broken mind bleed need to be freed.
Unsightly glare reflection stare,
Ceaseless in its conviction a mirror bared.
No way to be rubbed away
Can't wash away my living fear,
Break clear to nowhere near
Become the man in the moon, so far marooned.
But it's not to be for the likes of me,
A gnawing of the soul in this morning
Amongst the yawning is all.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£250.00
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ON THE EDGE OF THIS WORLD
Domesticated horses for courses animals alike,
Humans especially
Despite pretence of supremacy.
Eventually were expected to domesticate,
Essentially capitulate,
Because it's all too late there's no longer time to wait.
This grand human design of domesticated bliss taking the piss,
Choose and choose now,
They can't let you loose your put in a noose.
Time to make way for somebody else's day,
No flight of fancy, no longer any say,
The dream remains in the day and you begin to pay your way.
You're just another headstone a faceless grey
Amongst this work-a-day wasteland never say.
Like a skunk I stink though of drink,
But I mindless-think
When I blink from this realities sickening stink.
On the edge of this world
Feeling ever so strange
Curious brew of thoughts felt,
Fanciful notions amongst this commotion,
Soon I will be gone my daydreamed reverie done;
Soon it will be high noon for my tune.
(2000) Acrylic On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£250.00
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ONE SECOND GLANCE
A walking waking living trance
Here amongst this crowded face,
Never ending faceless face,
Round through and through
This jam-packed people cram rabble band.
In this human being flirt
A mere single second stranger,
No longer one of the strange.
Double take this lone moment gone
No chance for another glance,
A moment's loss in a one second glance.
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£225.00
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STILL AWAY
Saccharine hit lullaby sing,
Still away carried away
Upon this bed of rock,
Sleeping stones over under blanket draped.
Sweeping water rushing headlong
Two sheets to the wind,
Writhing motion followed by the still
Then again the commotion
Still away carried away,
Blinded sight by the blindless sky
Taken away far away into this day,
Water's mark running deep
Evenings end to this day's rays.
(2001) Acrylic On Canvas 36 X 24 Inches
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£250.00
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ALL THE MOD CONS
Caught like a fly in honey;
Your mind runs with your money.
Too many things to spy not enough time to buy,
Money you do have and money you don't,
It can all be burnt at every turn
Here in this modern manned Eden.
There's no thought sought when you're bought,
Just one more, you know it won't hurt
You're a mindless money flirt.
(2001) Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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WILD EYES 5 MILE HIGH
Stepping out to a journeys end,
Broken back, grey cells gone black. Feel sacked
It's a matter of fact. Nothings clear
But I'm kept from the tear.
Wild eyes in a domesticated head,
Five mile high a canine line.
Unseen handshake hum,
Sound and vision stir a bound of derision.
Childlike ageing is a dog's life,
Never no bother just food and fun
Living dreams to a playful end,
Friendships love in familiar's eyes alight and hold you tight,
Even through the clouded night of times bite.
(2001) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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POND LIFE
This sight of mornings radiant might of life upon life
Living in a blunt edged world of worlds,
Forever change in an endless circle of movement,
Stealth in a wealth
With unseen and seen eyes a plenty,
Life's death reflected and held in my eyes tight.
(2001) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 40 X 30 Inches
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£200.00
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JAM POT
Long-lived harmony ages gone
No longer the youth of yesterday,
No more the dreams of more,
Old tunes known to all
And those known to them.
The fires tired and dried,
But a light flickers still
In this time unravelled,
In eyes that hold the days of old
With the liquid slip,
Smokes kiss and its potted lot.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 30 X 20 Inches
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£200.00
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BLUE VIRGIN
Blue virgin tease so far and then barred,
Newsprint glint of sexes glimpse,
But no bodied blend
No reach of the end.
Frustration's gyration relieves,
But her tease gives rise to all those needs
Until your anaemic bleed.
Denial of the original defile,
Perverted please of her closed legged knees
Virgin blue stays true
Through and through,
Why do this to your own you?
Purities pride takes away your waking ride
Refusal of apprehensions confusion,
Don't understand the usual cultivate the unusual.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 30 X 20 Inches
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£250.00
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TIME THAT'S BEEN
Pass over, so that it's over
Crossover from this world to another.
Seared shinning bite of nature's light
Gone forever that time that's been,
In this sight, the sad beauty of a day's end
Is reminiscent of what's been,
Coming away back to the day
To the ordinary usual way.
(2001) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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