The inevitability of life is a vengeful and bitter companion, so indifferent yet so intimate in its antagonism of your every waking breathe.
Abu Dhabi Summers II
The Summer in Abu Dhabi is only different from its Spring Mother by dint of its heat, a heat that is wrapping and exhausting, binding and melting, piercing and blinding. The youthful vigour of the Spring is washed away in merciless rays of sapping, gruelling, incessant heat. More +
Abu Dhabi Summers I
The cheering of crickets in the crowded heat of the early afternoon heralds an inevitable evening. There was something uncanny about the fading midday heat that gave rise to a kind of claustrophobic tranquillity wherein movement was slow, heavy, when movement was visible at all. More +
On Terror Attacks
‘The thing what hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.’ Ecclesiastes 1:9 (King James Bible version)
Observation – 0008
There is so much more lost than hope would have us gain.
Yet it is precisely that rose-tinted hope that perverts and then diminishes those historic losses that lead us inexorably towards falsity and eventual collapse.
We must inevitably crawl into the reality that we are, ultimately, nothing special and that our dreams have melted in the fruitless toil of everyday life.
Observation – My Lover III
I scratch imprecisely your beauty on the page with my weakly crafted words and eyes full of love.
I shape your breath as it falls on my arm like a well-lit fire licking and blowing it’s admirers.
I kiss the memory of the glance of your tender skin so tanned with gentle caresses from an ancient sun.
I paint blushes on my cheeks with secret wishes from my pen.
I drown in hope with each waking ray that we will never end.
Observation – Pretence
It is easier to be something you’re not than to be who you think, or more accurately, who you wish you were. It is safer; it is, at least to itself, truer. Pretending to be someone just like you is ultimately too close to home, too close to the bone; it is dangerous, a risk, especially as you can never know how you seem through other people’s eyes.
Observation – My Lover II
All the World’s glories fade in your eyes,
It’s Empires fall in your smile,
And all the while
I see Angels playing in your hair…
Observation – Worker’s Eyes
The worker’s eyes are everywhere. They stare. They stare with empty pits searching for life’s blood like ravenous vampiresMore +
Observation – My Lover I
She had moments about her of real beauty, unprepared and quite innocent of effort. There was something so genuine about those moments that they would stop you More +