thecreativecasa

Kali Yuga kills good karma in the end times. A humans true face. Scientism falls as true karma calls for one deed of the cleansed soul as the ancient clock, where a second is a year, stirs our hearts and

Phosphorescent light in the low light, of night fire embers smoulder there at the far field, rec where we kissed for the first time. Memories invert. If I could have seen into the future my love, our shared

Long silver bridle around its neck, by the canal heavy stone, heavy heart. A choice to leave this mortal curl like her hair, her beautiful smile spirals eternal. Stamped with the sign of a cross thrown

A barren lock sits quiet as the distant hum of cars. The A road is less busy at the end of the day, I'm at junction fourteen hanging on for dear life. A fuse had smouldered for many years and now it's

There's a piston near his heart, pummelling his gut a fist around his throat. If he swallows, it gets worse. He closes his eye lids. 'I am loved. I am.' An allegory for a lost soul colliding with its own

If you want it all to end as the years pass by like the projector in the art deco ball room light splinters into fragments If I want it all to end like that moment in the movie of my life, where I'm running

After the dust from the dust had settled onto the kitchen sideboard the rain hit the windows like a thousand bullets and stones.

It was a new day and the fat happy black bird sat in the giant oak tree. The rain had left a rainbow like god is smiling.

And at Avebury standing stones the shell horn calls in the beginning and the end and the onset of declination in light

I'm driving toward the horizon and for the longest time is time today I want to see the edges fray, the ice melt, the sunshine.

My daughter ran home from school 'I am confused?' she said. I said 'no, my little one, you are not confused, it is social engineers brainwashing you with bad ideas like up is down and left is right. No

On Alba the Red Books are open on a page about crabs. For days and nights Achilles had stood at the foot of the temple waiting for the mares to deliver him his Amazon parcel. As crabs drum on rocks. (

Within Kali Yuga It was a blue Monday as the suns yolk hazed through the chemical trails. An age of forgetfulness was to end with strife as the two heads of the same beast quarrelled over the same forked

We are at that moment in the film where the protagonist has an epiphany that not all he knew was as it seems. The fabric of story torn at the seams as he freefalls to the climax, a simile for greater pursuits,

I am hung-over reading poems on the National Poetry Day website. There is one about an erection, another about uselessness = men and flowers, another about being skint. A dog or is that God. Every- thing

Three days from there, milk and broken wood they is to hint a smoke and fire and trace the broken sprig like life flowers dying and done when the lettuce leaf is to flood in November maybe, before the

And without payment frogmarched in to a corner where a malaise, an orange haze obstructs. And without consent pushed into a corner papers and phone, overhead drones, the deconstruct - tion of our way of

And without payment frogmarched in to a corner where a malaise, an orange haze obstructs. And without consent pushed into a corner papers and phone, overhead drones, the deconstruct - tion of our way of

In the kitchen where the wild things go Granny boiling porridge outside it began to rain we looked in the mirror of the window pane and the water fell, running like a stain in the tiny grooves of glass

Believe. Suffix: 've Be. Lie. Have. Rearrange this: I have been lied to.