circle-no-10: Someone shot at me today, a shot from beyond and afar. In broad daylight with bipeds, scattered all around. There’s was no hesitation, in the friendly gorgeous smile. But Cupid’s arrow failed once more, to penetrate the heart.

circle-no-10: in the city that never dies tired eyes roll up the sky wicked witches are flying high caring nought for those in line. empty streets, and broken lights casting shadows seen by none the silent echo howling wild we’re all going to die. but meet me at the border go where I reside I’m borderline by nature borderline by choice. I expect you at the crossing betwixt the pillars of light no empty street awaits you you’re not going to die. we’ll join the line astanding steady on the ground

circle-no-10: You bathed in my energy, cleansing you broken heart, swimming in the river of life, done but not apart. So pretty in pink, and fully covered, you reached out far, to the wicked stars. Fearless on stormy seas, stormy on quiet nights, we raced head to head,  aimlessly. Paris in the spring, no one would win, the game of life, no wishes, all demands. In the lap of the gods, we get what we deserve, in the lap of the gods, only the silent call is heard.

circle-no-10: Bacchus, oh Bacchus honey dripping slowly down mixing with the blood of young the hips so slender, waving enticing, inviting me in rave rave rave I feel no fear my dear your almighty power releases me the voices I hear are dead in my ear the sea of souls embraces me  

circle-no-10: My words are better spoken by others, not by me. I mumble a lot apparently, only screaming voice I hear. Speak up! you say Don’t shout at me! I try, I try - honestly No, my words are better spoken by others, not by me.

circle-no-10: I would snog a tree if it had your lips. I would risk a few splinters if it had your thrust. I would cut it down and set it alight just to feel your fire next to me. Is that love I ask thee.

circle-no-10: Sometimes you run out of words silence takes over silent until your breath and heartbeat becomes the voice wispering you need no words you need no words you need no words and then and only then you are at peace

circle-no-10: go stand by the wayside beneath the broken lamp go in solitude stand in silence remain as midnight pass when moons appear 'twixt pillars of glass close your eyes hold your breath and count the hour release you thoughts expand your mind embrace the moment under the stars then follow the guidance of your beating heart

circle-no-10: am I alive without pain do you see me I’m waiving white banners high above blue sky no birds in sight no sound from a cloud free night am I here do I fall is there a point to it all scratching orange roses in the garden lawn not mowed growing strong unaided on a sunny day no rain will fall for sure?

circle-no-10: I used to travel the world, sitting in my grandfather’s lap. He had an old Texaco map, and I an imaginary friend. The world was very flat back then, his fingers cold, so stiff so hard. Turning pages, going off somewhere new, with Amelia by my side. The travelling did eventually stop, old age and poor health got the better of him. I lost my way the day that he passed. Will she ever come back to finish her task? To guide the lost boy back on his path.

Fanzine which includes literature (poems and short fiction), illustrations and photographies.

Kasabian Glastonbury 2014 Say No More

They were the stories never meant to be told. Words spoken by men in cloth, sealed by whispering winds forever buried among secret handshakes. They were the straw on the camel’s back the bullet for the last man standing. An empty bag drifting feline gone amiss the seal is broken the book wide open truth at last set free

I cherish my six-pack so I’ve hidden it below a suitable layer of fat. I hope you love me anyway. I keep feeding it pizza and beer just to make sure it doesn’t reveal itself unnecessarily. I hope you love me anyway. I said I’d lock you up - briefly and retain the key. I hope you love me anyway. Maybe we’ll never meet again, who knows, perhaps. I hope you love me anyway. The days are still getting longer but soon the tide will turn with the leafs falling golden and I don’t feel

The Wheel of Time is deflating

One bottle - unblessed Two bottles - bliss?

Digging for gold in paradise - timeless

Thongs on thongs in cornered pile A dare gone wrong an escapade of life

Hours in preparation dicing chopping weighing slicing Minutes to devour munch slurp munch slurp munch burp Only the blood of the gods remain

Poems, prose and random writings flicking through my screen lit life much to read in contemplation with an attention span of a haiku