oh see de-light

What I dream of is an art of balance.
- Henri Matisse (1869 - 1954)

Like a cup of red sunshine, one stray boulevard flower, stands in blatant contrast to its surroundings.


Deep seated within the design manufactured to proclaim individuality in concept, uniqueness in representation of the collective, is the function for the craft it designates, when we invented the toothed wheel our ability to move as fast as lightning strikes the ground was only matched by the stars in the sky at night.

A slightly scary if not extremely odd random blog entry I discovered tonight.

Today Sophia went out and poo poo in the nappy. We had to come back to change her. Yesterday daddy when carried her from the cot, hit her head at the side, what a cry lah.

inside outer space

taking shape without form
the return to the normalcy
of predictable routine
does a number to alleviate
the restricted thought stream
and set free the hounds
baying at moons under misted trees
so the edges of confusion will dissipate
on the breeze that eliminates
any kind of judgement

so freed then
that the form dictating substance
contains no bounds
to keep things in place
spatial object defined by the way
letters fall in a line
to elucidate the space held
in a mind that has no substance

tapped in like a computer wire
leads to the rest of the world
the underlying pulse
is from a heart beat that sits
in a hand grasped within
a circle of dark surrounded by light
and nothing interrupts
the consistent flow