By Ian | 18 June, 2013
The energy to create things exists in all of us. Some of this energy flows through my hands in to words, rhyme, rhythm, capturing light, a part flows through my mouth into song, other through my body as love.
The Arts as such have always interested and fascinated me.
This section contains a couple of channels into which my energy has flown.
The Knight of the Odd Order
Categories The Arts
Knight of the Odd Order, on his quest for truth
rode the tree lined allees, of teutonic you’th
where the bear was at home, thick forest and glen
in a far away land, was once Richard’s Den
The Hurting
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A slither, something
hardly percievable
overcovered
meticlously covered
layer after coloured layer
Seven Days Of Falling
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Headphones LED, blinking blue
Reflecting on the screen
Like a life support system
Telling me that I am still alive
Motionless, the green round chat symbol
Online. No 1 or 2 or 3
Just Sitting Here
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Just sitting here
I’m just sitting here
I’m just waiting here
for you my love
For What I Am
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Morning cold dampness, lying low over frozen soil
Mother earth still, quiet
in the icy clamb of winters claws
the second month, when dark spirits are fought
I'm such A Fool
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I have to admit, I’m such a fool
didn’t have a rose, chocolates, not “cool”
I’d forgotten the day, so special in year
so I wrote this poem, for you, my dear
If You, Without A Word
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If you, without a word
You simply ever need
Some thing special still there
Your body knows within