Sands of time

15th April '2014

Wanna wake up when I want to
Kiss the Sun 'good morning' in its prime
Say 'goodbye' right away and put on the ac
Draw the blinds
Have a hearty breakfast and sleep again.

Wanna watch the stars tonight

Until they disappear into the morning light
Sit by the window
Stare into space
Listen to music
Read a book
Maybe poetry
Sip on a drink
Not worry the hour
For once
Just once
Own the sands of time.

Burning Hope

June '12

texture, ink, acrylic

pen

sand, texture, ink (incomplete piece)

sand, ink, heat with collage

ink, oil colours

What’s life without poetry?

12th April '10

The mundane you do through life, you love, you laugh, you cry, you worry and you think yeah you are living. And you’re probably right!

The truth is this writing has no purpose. 

Maybe it’ll gain perspective as it evolves, but I wouldn’t pin up the hopes too high.

Some hours are empty, but so full of thought

Some days are busy, but so void of thought

It’s thought that you can maybe grasp

It’s the day which you can almost not catch

It’s the hours which rain

All the way down to the base of a stationary Sand Clock