Friday 30 August 2013

Tuesday 27 August 2013

o r a n g e

bloomed wattle among air still of a night stars suckle the abyss
might 
be sight intwined in memoir a wolfs kiss.
> wolf 





Monday 26 August 2013

b r i o


Floral white footprints unfocused 
warped in waves ,
 cotton scent fresh like freedom seeds ,on wind locus 
there found ariled . 
Smiled. 
No .
 One . 
Can abnegate her brio now . 
> wolf 













Friday 23 August 2013

p e r m e a t e


Allow.
With opened doors flung in the wind of sounds of thumping bosom.  
Yonder is green unlike a painted field only real can we truthfully feel 

> wolf 


< Blackmill- Friend>









Thursday 22 August 2013

o x



giveth a hand to venture, mot juste .
Tap shoulders of mountains caressed with clouds of lust 
Utmost 
Foresight then in time wild winds blow, tis the time of year 
novel it is with twists
Closely faraway 
> wolf 













n o r t h

pointing there. 
behind it there and light fondling branches there
permeating black see through-ness south of darkness north
there.
into inscrutable there-ness, 
she looks into lightsome next
to and beside herself with heart with rope tied to the sun 
>wolf 

















Wednesday 21 August 2013

zero-sum

Sail away friendly feathered moment
 time ship wrecked three sixty degrees south 
and circles there changed lucidity
 as water is salty smiles in minds, wise 
> wolf 

























Monday 19 August 2013

h u m


Trickling pianist heart like flutters of crackles of fires tepid to toes in wool of blustery outsides among a  rug floored reflections of and inside eyes floating by the song of a violin like somewhere home and too , far away.
 Lulling hums of tranquility beckon the spirit to soar wild 
with adventure far beyond ken. 
> wolf 
< Liminal- Luke Howard > 





Sunday 18 August 2013

s u m.


S p a r k l e d  whispers whining synth mixed clouds of sea sponged pinks 

knots unfold feathers of air with intangible goosebumps 

 lusting beats one plus one is new summed 

> wolf 



Tuesday 13 August 2013

e r o s

wined buss
ardent sleepy eyes into the windows blue grey creased 
its warm inside them, edges 
charming
floating with trickled light soft
liquid euphony lulling lashes 
and
concupiscence undulating 
> wolf 





Friday 9 August 2013

h a b i t a t i o n

One. Start there. 
Begin inside. Sponged cells  wrapped in motion with ones own heart beat.
 Direct treasures of self pride and powerful steam giveth those portions for what else can life be.
 Togetherness in ones soul 
and then  in others can we be. 
> wolf