It hangs  
Distorting  
Deceiving  
Unasked for
But welcomed
Unprotested

Its stillness reaches
Each of us
Invading hearts and minds
Slinking sultry serpent
We breathe it
Unbeknownst
Does it change us?

Maybe if I turn my head just slightly
Looking looking looking but
Not really looking
Maybe I'll see one

They habit the misty lands
Don't they?
It is there that they wander
There that they haunt
Is it not?

We fear them
The unknown
The unusual
The impossibility

But the fog whispers
Softly
To those who will listen

Do not fear the
Soft eyes a'smolder

Do not fear the
Wild windblown whisps
Lashes long
Shining flanks
Rippling silver

Do not fear them
Sometimes passing
Never staying
Everknowing
Drifting in silence
In and out
With the tides of the fog

i’ve turned it all off and plugged in
uploading memories to the cloud
wonder if it ever rains

if the fog clears would you see my life encoded within the atmosphere?

can emotions be
interpreted into code?

what would be my algorithm?

tell me,
how is it that
numbers can be played back as music?

is it actually music?

really, it’s just sounds bouncing about everywhere.


so many numbers,
so many words,
so many letters
in this world...so


does my little code



even matter?

In my time of dying
Remember, I was always trying
To do better, to be better
To love, be loved
To gleam my dreams
And be someone who matters
To the world, to you.
Not sure when it all shattered
And life became a jarring mess
But now I couldn’t care less
I did what I could
I’ve played my feud
And now It’s my time of dying
Just remember, I was always trying

We are the fingers of fog
That grasp the hilltop and
Pull the fog eyes up to see
If the sleeping valley below
Needs a blanket.

We are the mist that clings to her stream
Long after other mists have
Retreated to safety.
The mist that forsakes herself,


We are the October late-day light
That deepens the blue
And livens the green
And crowns Crimson
Your fleeting, quick-fading queen.
To distract you from thoughts
Of the cold colorlessness to come.


We are the grainy gray shadows at dusk
That camouflage the vulnerable
And vex the predator
So that the small
May scurry homeward.


We are the soft illusion
Of a bright twinkling cloud glimpse
Of the shy Milky Way
That pulls down the astral children’s shade
And hides the rage of the stars,
Indulging snug earthbound mortals
To dream their snug earthbound dreams
Under the proctor of Venus and Mars.

We are the saving grace
Between you and reality,
The light hand
Upon your shoulder
That keeps you from
Going over the edge.

thunderstorm thunderstorm thunderstorm
rose rose rose
sun sun sun
happiness happiness happiness
and sadness and sadness and sadness
and lightning and lightning and lightning
and light and light and light
and hello and hello and hello

day day day
night night night
stars stars stars
fog fog fog
and songs and songs and songs
and white and white and white
and around and around and around
and sky and sky and sky

30.10.18

I dreamt of you, walking through a thick fog
towards me, coming slow with flowers in your hand
this city is draped in a heavy air
early morning, I wake in bed alone
and the timid dawn slowly pulls me back to life

we hardly mumble to each other as we pass

Faraway from home and lost with the wild
the mystical fog has surrounded my sight
From seeing the road that lies ahead.
should I despair and sensed be in fright?
My predicament has left me in dread.

Fog slowly suffocates me from my breath.
In my anguish, I cry out to the Lord,
“This path could lead me to my imminent death!
I’ve no guts to walk through the forlorn fog.
Must I walk alone through gravel road and sward?”

Through the smoky fog, a Lyre Bird flutters-
fans his feathers in majestic manner
and sings sweetly like warm days of summer.
Has the lord listened and made his answer?
In the fog, the dusk of doubts dissipate.

Though I walk on this unforeseeable path,
My body burns with vitality of hope
as I've finally found faith in the fog

how sad it was today
for days it's sad to my eyes
it finally finally means
a cold snap is expected soon
it will be cold soon it will rain and
fog careless bright bright fog

it was sad it was sad
it was very inspired and bright and musical
It was very musical and therefore I am very
very sad today or not
yesterday i live in the world and so i'm dead
there was no birth but death was all

15.10.18