City Set Aflame

Crashing waves inspires a melodic chorus

Voices whispered in each wave

An ominous wind does follow

A bend of a string influences sorrow

New horizons fraying reality


Grease perception with oil

Sand over lost regret

Best keep your intentions silent 

Wounds inflict only the defiant

Against ways neither set in stone

Nor sand that drifts

Or passed through words

Only felt by those destined 


Each step closer to extinction

Gods failed experiment

Or serendipitous chaos

A blank page stained red

Seeping ink staines through pages


Blue skies turn to night

Night turns to day with flame

Regret felt by all that follow

A silhouette of sorrow

We reap what we have sewn

Mass manufactured aspirations

Fall upon deaf ears to enlightened

Knowledge gifted through torment 


Mankind is a festering parasite

Take a penny

Take another

The bowl left dry

Seek no help when you have gifted none


When everything becomes irrelevant

When skies tear open with fire

Ashes burning to your soul

Medusa’s statues crumble

The city will burn

We will stand upon a hill

And gaze upon uncertain revolution




Tainted Hands

Stand with me

Gaze upon this place

This desolation of humanity

Feel no sorrow from the rubble

Weep not for the ones buried

Victim’s cries cannot be printed


Another victory

Another’s defeat

The victorious praised

Set in stone

The defeated soon forgotten

Etched wood decays


Walk upon cold ashes

Feel the warmth of death beneath

No wind to gust away your deeds

No rain to wash away the blood

Your hands forever stained

Yet remains a mind so free.



Wings of Prey

In light of Halloween I am going to do several, darker themed posts including photography, some experiences and some artwork. I decided today to try my hand at some indoor photography, experimenting with what little lighting I have and objects around what we call in my house-share ‘The Snug’. To the untrained eye it is but a shed, but to the people who understand the intricacies of the rules, events and awards; it is much, much more. I intended to be somewhat controversial on this one. Rarely do you find people who actively seek out images of dead birds. I felt compelled to make it upon finding the already deceased pidgin at the end of my garden when searching for apples for a different photo I originally planned to take. I find the detail within the sternum mesmerizing, the out of focus statue menacing and the protruding wings add an air of impending doom, as though it was about to pounce.

Intricacy of Stone Expression:


I enjoy the business of this image, the cold stare of the statue with the overseeing vulture ominously perched above it makes me think of loss.

Beautiful Decay:


An additional image that is not of the same theme but I thought I would share. I took this in the heart of Coventry city, a small patch of vibrant colors in a realm of block grey and industry. The display sports a vast spectrum of different color flowers, I found this small collection of dying ones in the centre of it. Much like the display itself, these stands out as the odd one out, this time the less beautiful surrounded by perfection. Even beauty has its dark side.

So what did you think of these? I would love  to hear any and all feedback!