one hundred and forty degrees: ‘until then…’
I’m Not Talking ~ A.C. Newman Cycles, change. This impossible, life. Rooted, in earth. Yearning, for heaven. Slow process, from one stage. To, another. Tree starts, as seed. Grows, tall … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty nine degrees: ‘the gentlest feeling…’
Blue Light ~ Bloc Party Moon, half full. Twilight, tender. Shadow, stretch. Edges fade, and blur. Merging, as a river. Of endless, indigo. Night embraces, sky. Embraces, tree. Blood drums, … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty eight degrees: ‘her hands tied back…’
Girl ~ Beck Your teeth, perfect rosette. Ring. My calf, tattooed. Bite mark, bruising. Colour, of blood. And impotent, anger. Rage, exploding. Your, intent. To break, mine. Grievous, bodily harm. … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty seven degrees: ‘mirrored it a million fold…’
Flight 180 ~ Bishop Allen We rise, today. Every sister: mother, daughter. To our feet, blazing. Like, a phoenix. Acrid ash, past violations. These crimes, against humanity. Lust, for power. … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty six degrees: ‘I’m there with you…’
Heartlines ~ Florence + The Machine The sky, your blooddrum. Beating, blue. Strong, honest. Bright. And true. Our palms, scarred. Symmetrical. Your skin, lined. Woven, through mine. Kismet, tattoo. Follow, … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty five degrees: ‘see me laying in the grass…’
Matter Of Time ~ The Low Anthem Slowly, trust builds. Thor, invites. Me, closer. Patience, persistence. Mutual, respect. Gently, by degree. Each day, we show up. And open, our hearts. … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty four degrees: ‘we can be alright…’
Feel The Tide ~ Mumford and Sons A cairn, of shells. Oceanic, odyssey. From seaside, to farmland. Like a ladder, reaching. A question, seeking. The quest path, a hero. I … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty three degrees: ‘shining like the brightest star…’
Midnight Radio (from Hedwig and The Angry Inch) ~ John Cameron Mitchell Chinese, new year. Water, serpent. Of flow. And good fortune. Transition, transformation. Moving, from head. To heart, centre. … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty two degrees: ‘glad I didn’t die before I met you…’
First Day of My Life ~ Bright Eyes Today, seven years. Ago. Certainty, evaporated. Sudden shock , struck. Twenty seven. Circuit blew, body blow. Brain reset, to zero. Hopeless. … Continue reading
one hundred and thirty one degrees: ‘saw you lying in the road…’
Have To Drive ~ Amanda Palmer Bright skies, clear blue. Swallows, dip and dive. Gates, open. Set, forth. Blue cranes, sentries stationed. To mark, the outskirts. Of the farm. On … Continue reading
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