My Purpose

Esoteric:- private; secret; confidential; only for special people, like you :)

Wednesday 25 April 2012

A poem I wrote {and to Jamie, no its is not one of those poems, I'm not sure if they will ever see the light of day, they were more done for me, then for anyone else - but maybe I will :P still not sure}


Chagall

Sitting in my room
Somewhere in the world
Someone is just
Getting into their bed
Falling asleep
I fly to them
And kiss them on the forehead
Goodnight
I fly home
And lick an envelope shut

Thursday 19 April 2012


Golden

The sun warms me up
I thank it with a violent shake
Gritty and wholesome
A bit of the beat got stuck in me
And bongos jam to the bah-da-bam
I’m a modern day primitive
Living in jungle Congo bongo city
Susan sings with her gloved raised yellow
Swinging Sophia whispers wisdom hello
Now off to the grass we zip
(Clovers give good-green-luck mellow)
Just you and me
Now of the matters we spoke a day-or-so-ago
You-know!
That lovely conversation we had by the lake blue
Aha! There you go!
I spoke: “the poet reclining” with rosy cheeks
“Now if I can get that feeling”
(Apple and oranges were peeling)
“I think I will have succeeded”
And you conceded with a giggle and smile
Then like a gypsy your words stole me
And took me to a house three stories (four?)
“Now the first,” you said with a whisper “floor”
“Never stops growing”
“The second always sleeps – the third never”
I imagined dancing to many coloured nights
And you spoke of a fourth that linked it all
And roots shooting like foundations
Into ocean’s sides, your own little nation
Descending bending stone stairs
To the sea no sin
 - And oh the house lets only special people in!
Then back I went to the city grey
With umbrellas for trees
And train tickets for hay
But all the while I’m still so rich
Shimmering like a red poppy
I am oh so rich
I’m golden

Tuesday 17 April 2012

This Icelandic lullaby is so beautiful. I first heard it sung in Icelandic by Björk, my favourite musician, on her Medulla Album. Here it is in English:


Vökuró - (Vigil in English)

My farm 

my farm and yours
sleeps happily at peace
falls snow
silent at dusk on earth
my grass
my grass and yours
keeps the earth til spring

Nesting spring
hid at the hill's root
awake as are we
faith in life
quiet cold spring
eye of the depths
into the firmament
staring still in the night

Far away
wakes the great world
mad with grim enchantment
disquieted
fearful of night and day
your eyes
fearless and serene
smile bright at me

My hope
your blest smile
rouses verse from sleep
the earths rests
silent in arms of snow
lily white
closes her blue eyes
my little girl 



If you want to here the song, look up Bjork Vokuro on Youtube


Friday 13 April 2012


A Secret Shared
When no one is watching
(When I’m sure no one is around)
I play music full of breath passion and beat
And I dance like a wild man
Who has no inhibitions my
Heart feels mischievously wicked
Like I am committing a crime
But really, it feels so ethical
It is my second favourite addiction

Thursday 12 April 2012


A Ridiculous Murmur

Come now, and like an old man, whisper your insanities in my ear
Hiss like a snake, and I will try and fail to hide my delight, my glee
Oh let it slide off your tongue like a gust of wind, and slide into me
How crazy you are! Keep it not to yourself, come, pour more my way
I’ll be your blind confidante, the child on your knee, your delight, & glee
Who could resist the secrets you share, those rumours of your heart?
A lunatic’s gossip, oh so sweet, jack-in-the-box, how you are deceptive!
I scream in delicious terror, in sheer disbelief, I churn with awe, lovely one
Send a dove from the cradle in your mouth, so I can nurture it in my arms
With tears and laughter I’ll feed it, as it blossoms and blooms, splendid
So innocent, so new, young and hopeful, as am I, whenever you words are near

Sincerely, I thank you, for the gift of your quiet song in my ear, my dear

Friday 6 April 2012


Summersong

I will bring the heat of summer
With me in my suitcase
Let the afternoon tint
Shimmer as I rest
Until autumn’s glow awakens me
To winds of change
I will find the sun
And cradle her in my arms
Her golden nectar will cover me
And I will cover her