World of music

 

I walk in a world of music,

as I let the soundtrack

continue through my days.

I fade the sounds from outside,

and turn up the songs in my ears.

Forming an orchestra in my head.

 

A symphony of guitars and drums,

soaring vocals and

low down bass line strums.

I feel the flow of

sound move through my limbs.

A single organism, moving to the beat.

A release, but also a hiding place,

a safe space, and a dancefloor

where I’m centre stage.

 

I find that the sound filters

the verbal rivers of anxiety,

The doubt that twitches through me.

The soundless screams of my mental seas.

I let the soundwaves envelop me,

lifting and falling,

drifting buoyantly out to solitude

in a boat made of memories.

 

I blend it all into my thoughts,

until I’m thinking

quicker,

sifting through mind litter

to find some treasure.

 

I couple the meanings

and the moments,

the memories and the

awoken imagination.

To create friction.

A struck match of inspiration.

Flames licking the air,

blending both truth and fiction,

imagined worlds with real stories living there.

My mind swirling it all

into a world through which

we can walk.

Our feet dancing to the beat

I’m loudly playing in here.

And I let the sound drop,

to just a single voice,

 

speaking...

Art work

 

My art is work,

20-hour days awake

letting worlds form

from little droplets of thought,

splashing across

the canvas of my inner space.

 

In planting every blade of grass,

every seedling 

that will become a tree,

I create something tangible and real.

I water them daily with rains that I spray,

I walk through them plucking fruits

to see how they taste.

 

So, whilst I may not be in a factory

Or breaking my back to make

someone else money, I pour all

the emotion inherent in me, 

into each creative piece.

I forge my forded stories

and I witness the painful death  

of that beauty.

 

I’ve breathed my life into

every forest, every creature

that walks under

that umbrella of green.

I’ve built towns and cities,

and a million inhabitants

going about their lives.

 

I create the riverways,

build the houses beside the motorways

where the people complain of the noise

as the hum begins to drain,

I’ve filled the oceans with life,

and watched their waves every night.

 

So, whilst I may not be rich in money,

I’m rich in my artistry. I may not be

stacking bricks physically, but mentally

I’m cementing a piece of history

in the books I publish frequently.

So please don’t tear my work down

and call it a hobby, or not worthy,

for what I do is art, and we all need

to share more beauty.

Let out a roar

 

This city. This scene.

People say it is dying,

people say that it is boring.

They think it is dark and dreary,

depressing and weary.

They don’t see what we see.

The light flowing through

the cracks in the paved streets.

 

The don’t hear the click of the drumsticks,

counting... One... Two... Three... Four...

 

They don’t hear the first thud, like a heartbeat.

Followed by a thousand more.

 

They don’t feel the striking chords

as they ring through your chest,

the bassline moving your feet in protest.

They don’t hear the heartbeat of the city,

that lives in every street.

They just see an excuse

to pull down the bricks, 

take their ball away

before you get a kick,

put razor blades in your sweets.

 

They throw stones,

because they don’t see

that they live in a glass home.

 

They don’t see the rainbows that flow over head,

just the cross thoughts living in dread.

In fear that happiness could tread their streets

and they will miss it.

 

They say this place is dying a death.

That CPR is useless, that it would be

a waste of energy and breath.

But I say we are thriving

trying to live the dream.

I see unity, a community. Building,

rather that disrupting. Uplifting,

rather than crushing.

By not building walls of disillusion.

When adversity pulls up a chair,

drunkenly swearing

that we are going nowhere,

I look around at the hundreds,

no, thousands that are all rolling their eyes.

The ones that know that it will all explode

when our hearts beat in time.

 

For this place is full of talent,

so many artists, performers,

and an audience that wants more.

We are here,

and as you sit in your pit moaning,

we will be here letting out a roar.