Leaden Tussle

Music - Jon Scott

Words and visuals - Tom Burgess

Apricity

 

Pacing the flat

Such enormous longing lines my stomach

I rake at the ground heart in feet

Like a bull in that savage ring

Treading a pattern of desire

Kicking up dust

 

That which keeps the centre still

Remembers we were once dust

This is the humming hush of a turning world

A truth that births compassion

We are dearly loved

We are deeply held

 

In an instant through the window

Apricity! The seasons radiant stillness

Everything is possible when movement is earthed

Time and time again the ordinary becomes

Divine interruption

Stirring

 I am hungry for beauty

Ambushed by tears

Ache of a thousand chests

I house the stars and the longing 

Fire Online In Time

 

Being on Facebook is like being at a sour house party

The host has skimped on sustenance

The remaining guests don't really know him or actively dislike him

The organisers all went to a different venue once they saw where it was heading

Maybe it is really late or maybe it never really got going

 

As I scroll through the heckles and rousing song

Past the sycophantic chanting of robotic thought

The fun has died with the light of my eyes

If there was ever any dancing it is now

designed out and replaced by adverts

The venue is a market driven dive obsessed with superficiality

The false veneer of a smoke machine generates polarising click bait

The centrifugal force of change might rip us apart

The chance of intimacy is slight

Profundity profane

Insight inane

Hollow

Dry

Tinder

Ready for a fire

 

Let us burn down this house

Think what could rise from the ashes

When the cloud finally rains

Data free falling, torrential life used to serve us all

Our dopamine no longer stolen could fuel a brighter day

Concentration and connection would emerge

holding mugs of hot drink and a bin bag or two

Candles Quiet

 

The pulse of a candle

Expands and shrinks

With the breath of those

Who pause

To watch

 

Faster it flutters

The flicker fizz of flame

Throbbing as it throws light

Sight blurs and twists the room

A geometric dance of lines

Chasing angles in a fit of joy

 

Angels in your mind

Link up with one another

The rational brain is unlocked

And allowed to walk off

Somewhere else for a while

Restless energy

diminishes in waves

Replaced by a blissful balm