Time Bomb

Adventure into the core,
you will discover the petrified soul.
The one who feels discomfort for the attack.

The guilt for doubt. 

What is my job?

It is my job to find words to describe. I research for years, this fascination for what I feel I should express. It is my job to find metaphors. I describe something as something else to create a new vision. It is my job to create. I become creative and manipulate techniques making obscure items which I claim have meaning. I borrow money. I can’t get a paid job I'm far too busy. I dedicate my life. To this culture, a culture of art and design – the creative process.

Then my research is overwhelmed by personal experience. I run out of metaphors, my creativity is distracted. I feel guilt for family finance. My dedication to the creative process runs low.

And I realise that my job is yours. This experience in itself is art; the beauty of you brings a new meaning. I want to be your culture because you fascinate me. I want to dedicate myself to you.

Accelerate Months

Thinking of boxes,
my life in boxes.
It's nearly time.

Assessment of Dust

Time hands backwards,
flux function forthwith.

Reinforced Hearts,
Sleepless Nights Dreaming Of You,
Exceptional Unshared Feeling-

But transient residency.


Ecstasy oscillate,
polished views of the state.
Foolproof.

Acceptance

State the purpose of your visit,
business or pleasure?

Can I see some I-D please?

And what makes you a suitable candidate for the vacancy?

Denied-
next please.

Supervisor disagrees with management.

If you can just wait for the appeal to process...we’ll be with you shortly.

Temporary Images

This will be photographed in a professional manner and re-posted.

Always Dreaming Of The Blue Lagoon

Liberation of the Latter

So what have you got?
I think you have everything I solicit-

The modest becomes a lottery winner.

Unlock to it.
Break out to my mansion.

His grip is informed,
you are aware.
You are frozen in the lock.

Bifocal

Blue lagoon,
Diving deep into the dazzle.
Tiger paused, every agitation captured.
Wind through the lingering branches more so like the movement of a disciplined brush stroke.
Covered in the overcast;
Still, a beautiful film, shooting on a
Vague canvas.

Incarcerate

Like pickling,
Waiting to mature.
Repressed for dangerous denial.

Confined to peace.
It’s hard you know.

But the key to the obscure is in hand.

These words will soon belong too you-
A tribute to your compassion.

Cupidity

The flourish of the tribute I made.
The bounty I gave.

Indulge on the flesh,
It will satisfy your hunger.

Stimulate,
Desire.

Withdraw.

Now dependant,
Longing fulfilment of mania.

 Premium Eros,
Sculpted to perfection.
For my optics only.

Premium Eros

Sculpted to perfection.
For Private Buyers only.

Status

How the bank would love me if i had your shoes.
How the family would love me if i had your contracts.
How all my friends would be proud if i could get my voice that high.
But your only audio,
I, am visual.

Silent Maze

This maze has too many walls,
I need people to scream to help me find my way out.
Shadowed hedges to walk through.

The wind blowing like it was through skyscrapers.
When people arrive the exit will appear.

This is a maze of silence,
A maze of solitary.

Anniversary Gift

My newest piece which you can see in more detail on http://www.flickr.com/photos/danny-k/

Construction

Supports, concrete
bricks and mortar.

A commitment to stand high.
Once built the constant pride and talk.

Such beautiful architecture.

Entwining

Wrapping, twisting.
You have wielded.
The unescapable grasp.
For it can be ran from?

Completely absurd!

Hold fast,
stand strong.
Fallen to my knees i shall be yours,
as you will be mine.

The Electric Vibration

Minds savaged by electronic memories,
microchips,
cyber-life.

The addictive state of refresh and wait.
Is this a challenge of social acceptance or an excuse to skip certain tasks?

Tap,Tap,Tap.
Click.
Enter, Space.

Keys to another world.
Enter our generation.

Progression

Two become one,
Time's become days.
I become you,
You become me.

Were baking this cake,
The smell of it is electrifying.

Now were sharing slices.

Roundabout

Dangerous to wait on one.
Non-Linear.
A long way round.

My Life Packed

My life in boxes - I'm moving out.
My life in bags - I'm going home.

Bad Dreams

Run, Run as fast as you can.

Fresh

No preparation, straight from the bag.
No dressing required, naked works well.
Straight up on a plate, ready to be consumed.

Ringing Sound

I've been calling you everyday for the last 3 months.
You've left me on hold for too long now.
I'm just leaving a voice-mail; the reason i rang in the first place, isn't valid now.

Conclusive

End of 3 book series.
from now is literature from day to day.

no book, no chronicle.
litrature of its own accord.

enjoy.

Book End

That's it from Exceptional Unshared Feeling.

The Cover Art -

Arteries

29th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-

Lying in that hospital bed.
Being measured by machines.
Your face over-looking.

It reminded me of how I always imagined my failed ending.
One thing was wrong though:

You were there.


The doctors would be dazed if you were present at the heart readings.


As I entered surgery – I wish I wouldn’t arise,
They woke me of that empty sleep.

As I smelt you, I felt your self-assurance,
My wish.


But you arrived, collected me –
As if I was your’s to guard.
I became your’s again.



You fiddle with my wires, reprogramming and adjusting.
You work into me.
Termination now!
Please.
You’re breaking me like a china doll being over dressed.


Are you even true?

Mating Season

28th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-
Through transitions and emotions.
Days and nights.
Fate or coincidences?
The flock of seagulls screaming, hurling towards the ocean.
The great deep of unknown.
Crashing waves and strong winds blowing through the lightest of feathers.
Gliding gently through the air as if the sky was never touched.

Slow segregation the feathered beasts find partners.
For it is the season.
The sun shines and all are happy,
Happy gliding and flying through the skies virginity.


One has found a pond, a lake, a loch.
Floating as a single feather.
Alone,
Floating.
As a boat in a bathtub.
Being pushed around by the careful fixed motion of the waves.
Alone.
Birds, floating with
But ethnic to him.
Blue, grey, white, black.
Floating alone.


The flock flies in pairs,
Dancing through the air.
The pas de deux, so elegant and defined.

This single bird cannot be involved.
Alone, floating, gliding.


For this bird wished he had no wings,
No beak,
No feathers.
This bird just wants to be choreographed into this pas de deux.

-This bird can’t dance.

Lost Track

27th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling


-x-

Spinning clock hands,
Not time state whatsoever.
I lost track when we met.

I lost sleep – over the way I thought.
More sleepless nights – dreaming of you.
But that’s all you are: a dream.


I would love to escape,
In a holiday or just somewhere distant from you.
I need to destroy this dream I have plastered, chiselled in my mind.

You shouldn’t be anymore a dream –
Either reality or absent.

Nets

26th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-

The view through the window is but a silhouette.
No face, no feature.
A shape.
I pretend it’s you for a slight second-
Then I realize I am ridiculous for something so
Unrequited.