Robot Guts

Robot Guts.

Hot grey guts of metal, smeared with oil, quivered to the hollow thump of the robots piston powered steam heart.

As Monty Python was famous for saying... And now for something completely different! Hope you like it :-)

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Fiction: Dream.

Dream

Oh my sweet God. Those words whispered to the dark walls. Sweat wet ice sheets are vast and endless and clinging to my skin like damp smoke. I'm awake again into the warm womb of the dark room. It's at once familiar and completely alien. A pale window shaped puddle of moonlight spreads across the floor towards the bed. Awake again. Freshly surfaced from the deep of dream. Breathing hard and fast and with my heart going thump, thump, thump in my chest. My breathing rasping in and out as I try to control myself from careening into total panic. I cannot remember what so terrified me. I cannot recall what my mind soul in the dark of my soul as I slept.

Eyes alert open to stare wildly into the absolute darkness of my room. Sick. Waiting. Laying. Waiting for the sense of dislocation of time and of space to pass. Waiting for the strange tide to wash away and leave me in my bed again. Waiting for my heart to slow down to normal. Waiting for my hands not to grasp the bed so tightly.

Pigeon wings are a grey blur and a whispered comment as the bird launches itself from beside the cafe table where the two men sit. Momentarily it's just a black bird shadow shape pinned against the dazzling white yellow sun before it glides away. He watches the pigeon awhile before clinking down a white cup containing creamy brown coffee swirling around inside as it lands on the table that sits in the shadow of the moon cafe. A ladybird lands on glass table and begins to crawl. Reflected clouds drift along smoothly in the smooth glass of the table top. The metallic rims and legs that hold the table together bend the sky and cloud reflections around and around. The cafe conversation about the two men ebbs and flows like the restless ocean. Whispering. Whispering. Whispering...

"You're not listening!" He says, punctuating his words with a dramatic sigh. Always with the dramatic sighs. Thomas turns his attention to his friends ocean eyes, nods, smiles apologetically.
"I am listening! I was just distracted by that pigeon," he says eyes gazing momentarily blue skyward as if to illustrate the point of the pigeon. Smile breaks out beaming on his craggy face. "So, it's the dream is the same all the time?" His friend nods his head.
"Yes, it's the same dream every time."
"Tell me again."

It's dark. You know when the night is like a panther? The night is dark and it's sleek and so whisper quiet but you can sense it out there? You know the dark is prowling in the corners. Everything is in shadow. Everything is purple and deep black. Everything is just waiting. You know? It's like that. I wake into that night. The alarm clock is not working. There are no red figures to tell me what time it is. This only increases my sense of unease. This only increases my pulse rate and the very subtle sense of fear that pickles along my back as if somebody is right behind me and drawing a sharp blade edge down my spine.

I get dressed in the dark. Out the doorway into the empty silent empty streets and a starless drifting night. I head down past row after row of watching buildings and across the intersection where the traffic lights click and change up and down with nobody to pay them any attention. I cross the road and turn left heading right down to the cafe of the moon.

A light brittle bell note ripples though the cafe as I open the door and enter the coffee scented rich darkness of the cafe. White chairs roost on top of tables for the night. She sits at a far table. I can just about make her out. I walk slowly to her. I can't see her eyes but I know she is watching me. Her eyes drink in my every soft footfall. My every breath. She must the watching the rise and fall of my chest. The inhalation and exhalation of my breath. I walk to her. I walk to her as if there is some inviable rope that connects me and her together. Closer and closer. I sit down opposite her at the table in the chair that was waiting for me. Now I can see her face and now I can see her eyes. She takes a languid drag of the cigarette she holds in those beautiful pianist fingers.

"You're late." She says with a slight smile of a cat. Her eyes glitter and dance.
"I'm always late. You know what.
"Well," she says as she takes inhales more smoke between wet cherry lips, "you are here now and that's the most important thing. Isn't it?"
"Of course it is. It's always the most important thing."
"Indeed it is," she says with quiet laugh. "Indeed it is."
"Did you dream again?"
"Oh yes."
"Same dream?"
"Same."
"tell me."

Grey pigeon wings blur against the light of the sun. He is watching the pigeon fly and not listening to me. I was telling him about some dream I had. He clinks down his coffee cup and turns to me as he tries to tell me that he is listening. I know he was not. He was not listening to me again. It's the same dream. Same damn dream every time. Me and him sitting at the cafe in the sunlight and talking. Same dream. Every night. Same dream.

Last of the strawberry light

Last of the Strawberry Light.

Everything soaked in soft strawberry ripe light. The day grew late as I watched the last of the strawberry light colour the clouds and drip away to usher on the ocean of night with it's shivering white stars.

YES! It's another sky!!! lol Another photo taken with my new camera. Happened to be at the right time to catch the strawberry light that coloured these clouds. Dawn and dusk are both really magical times. It's not so much a coincidence that the moon watches over these two moments. Anyway, it's a beauitful sky and I like it. I hope you do too :-)

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An epiphany while blog hopping

I was blog hopping just now and it struck me that blogs are great! Sure, I know, we all think they are great or we wouldn't be here doing this. It's just that I had an epiphany. It really struck me that blogs are great and I will tell you for why they are great.

Blogs are really the medium of the people. Here in text and pictures is the soul of us all. We are all reflected here in moments great and small. Blogs are a great woven fabric of life. A tapestry of humanity. All aspects are reflected here in blogs. Every thing that we are, we think, we feel. Everything that makes us laugh that makes us cry. Everything is here. It's all here. We are all here together. Blogs are the true medium of the people. Hello world. Keep on blogging and happy new year to you all :-) and extra special thanks and happy wishings to those that visited and commented on my blog. Thank you.

The last night on Earth.

The Last Night on Earth

We watched the end of the world come dressed in crimson. Watched the sky turn to warm blood even as ours froze in our veins and we choked on ice and ash.

First image taken with my new camera! This photograph was born of experimentation! I took the camera along to the forest near me. I wanted to try and take pictures with the night mode in total darkness. I was surprised that anything actually could be taken. :-)

Strange, huh? Please note that no photo shop affects or alterations were made to this picture. This is how the photo actually turned out! So darkly strange beautiful. As if there sky had turned to blood and the tree's dark arms stretch out to embrace it. Yes, I like this. Beautiful and strange :-)

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I have returned!

AH HA! So... I have returned! I have been away for a few days as it's been Christmas. I went away and stayed with my family. I went away and ate too many chocolates!. Actually, scrub that, there is no such thing as eating too many chocolates!!! :-D

Ah, good to be back home tho and good to be back blogging! Stay tuned for more photos, poetry, prose and output from my really odd mind!

Happy New Year everybody! :-)

Language of the Heart

Language of the Heart

I'll
Speak the language of the heart
And I'll see visions clear
Open my soul as a flower
Thirsty for the rain and sunflower sun
And never mind the thorns.
I want to kiss warm rain
Be kissed in cold rain
I want
To
Step to the cliff
Edge
On tip toes
And
Fall
Down
And
Down
Without
Fear
And
Spread my wings
Catch the wind
And
To make love with the sky
The clouds and stars sigh.


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A poem today. I hope somebody likes it :-)

Forever

Forever.

Taken awhile ago with my old digital cam. Hopefully can post a pic soon taken with my new digi :-D Hope you all like this one tho!

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My new camera and the strange world beyond the window

I'm so excited! I am grinning! I Took a trip to London today and got my new Camera! The Panasonic DMC fz20! A whole host of features including but not limited to: 5 mega pixel CCD, 12 times optical zoom, anti shake stabilisation, full manual control, manual focus option, and a whole host of bells and whistles! Did I mention I was excited? I'm grinning from ear to ear just thinking about the things I will be able to photograph with this baby!

On another note... The world seemed very strange to me. Like a picture slightly out of focus. Or maybe a better way to describe it is like this: You walk into a room. Something is different. Something has changed but you just can't place your finger on what it is. Well, it was like that. The world seemed differnt to me but I can't explain how. Maybe I have shifted worlds. Or, maybe, just maybe, I am just plain crazy :-D

Birth of the Sky

Birth of the sky...

Took the photo a few days ago... Seems so primordial. I like the smoldering orange and dark plum purples here. Something being born. The sky, the universe, or just another day? Or maybe it's fading. Everything fading down to darkness, fading down to black and no more contrast or tones. Whatever... it's still beautiful and still makes my heart sing. The sky always makes my heart sing. The sky always reminds me of the good things in life. You only need to look up and right there is something so beautiful and amazing.

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Seeking CLouds and Stars

Seeking Clouds and Stars

Where are the stars?
I want to harbour their glittering light in a lantern of shiny brass
Where are the leaves?
I want to dance and whirl with them as the laughing wind does
Where are the rainbows?
I want to weave their colours and rope them around the day
Where are the sunbeams?
I want to bounce them off buildings and through glass gothic church windows
Where are the clouds?
I want to sweet surrender serenity sail on those dreamy white islands.


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Hello World

Good morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night - depending on where you all are!

I can't get the phrase "bananary monkey" out of my brain. I have a strange brain. I don't know where it came from or how it got in my brain. It was just there today. Maybe it's the work of aliens? Maybe it's the work of extra terrestrials? Or just maybe my grip on sanity is getting looser!

Ok, second day of my blog -:) Going to carefully place a piece of my poetry here soon. I'll work some more on a chunk of fiction I have. I might post it later, depending on how it shapes up and what kind of mood I am in!

Where angels tred

Where Angels Tred

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I was flying over carpets of cloud and under oceans of blue. Taken from an aeroplane window @ around 35,000 feet above France while on my way to Spain! I love looking out the window :-)

Historic Moment

Friends, Romans, fellow Bloggers! Lend me your eyes!

Hello and welcome!

It's now 2:19 Sunday morning, and my blog Light of the Moon goes live! Yep, I am online! Spent most of the day wresting and tinkering with this to get it how I like it. Now, it's finally here! I can tell you that I am pretty pleased with myself! :-) Hmmm, so what's left to do? Well, now I suppose I need some kind of content! :-D

If you just tuned in, I want to extend a warm luna welcome to you. Pull up a chair by the fire and I will explain a little about my blog. It's a home for my poetry, my short fiction, and my ( newest creative outlet ) photography. I hope, in sharing and putting my work online for others to see, that somebody finds something they like.

I had better stop rambling... Now I will smash this virtual bottle of virtual champaign against the side of this blog and declare it internet ocean worth!