Sound Films

Poetically approached stories that serve to outline allegorical and real identities whilst addressing relevant subject matters in visual work.

The Secret Place

Painting
Painting

a love that was lost

yet never there

a song never made

Yet existing in the ears

of two lovers

Yet never heard

as they never met

never felt the sensation

of sight in the presence of love

shredded like thin thin paper

in the hands of not a lover

a youthful pursuit

in hope of satisfaction

a failed chase

after admiration

consolidated with rejection

feet weary with perspiration

like seasons change

with the Kiss of cherry blossoms

a seat at the table with desolate Tamar

tainted by love’s lust and satisfaction’s despair

Glory Glory Glory

see what we have exchanged for true love

Only Only Only

to be received from one

Holy Holy Holy

Yet like a love letter

tossed by the wind

we dance and dance

around the truth of our love’s demise

lost to control

never to hit the ground

of our own accord

Love Letter

The ink of my pen

lies unwilling to participate in this act of surrender

Perhaps the fear of confrontation

Further ails my attempt

To understand

What seems to dwell

so far beyond my understanding

I can’t reach

I can’t touch

I can’t hear

Nor see the way I desire to

All that remains

Is my minds eye

Which drifts deeper and deeper

Into beyond slumber

What is beyond slumber

You may wonder

It is the place you must first wander into

(To see) Before its form is unveiled in your sight

For only its inhabitants can perceive

Its (least staunchest) ramparts

It is the place warriors go

To never return

Where infants close their eyes

Never once seeing the light of day

The place able to capture ones heart

Though it stays beating within their chest

Only never to be in tune

Until reunited in

Beyond slumber

Beyond Slumber

Green fields

stretch wide

dancing swaying gentle

along the waterside

I shall lay here

Tender breeze grazing gingerly

against the sizzling touch of skin

set against Green

I shall lay here

In rest from weight

and her cares

they flow

tightening beats

of lain chest

once heaving

Now laying still

In sleep

In rest

In death

Not yet/ at rest