Culture Vulture

20 Thursday Dec 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, culture vulture, ghost, Gouranga, gouranga bridge, graffiti, heaven spots, poetry, S6, shadow, Sheffield, slam, street art, street culture, tagging, throwies, wildstyles

Karma Milano,

scrawled on a wall,

graffitied in letters,

four foot tall.

3:15 throwies,

an homage on bricks,

tag line, street culture,

for Sheffield six.

Rastafari!

Lovingly sprayed,

on the wall of a tunnel,

devotion displayed.

Gouranga, nostalgia,

for he who dares,

high on a bridge,

black on white squares.

Station slam wildstyles,

pigmented praise,

beatification,

now, let us spray.

A spot of heaven,

anarchic art,

a ghost of a shadow,

let us depart.

© Culture Vulture 20.12.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit – Graffiti Defender (Photo credit: SheffTim)

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Silhouettes and Soliloquies

01 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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broken, delusion, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, illusion, memories, moon, nightmare, poetry, reality, shadow, shadows, silhouette, sleep, soliloquy, sun

I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

© Silhouettes and Soliloquies 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Standing in the Shadow

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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longing, loss, love, memories, memory, moon, shadow, stardust, sun, tears, waiting

Standing in the shadow of this mood

no longer ruler of my emotions;

visited by ghosts of a bygone age

I cannot shake the stardust from my eyes.

The silence is deafening.

The memories blinding.

With heavy heart and a trail of tears,

I dream the dreams from all those years.

The diamond flash of a smile or a look,

the scent of a memory.

What will be?

Will it be at all?

A roller coaster ride of life,

not knowing what to expect;

not knowing how I’ll react.

You see the sun, but inside I’m the moon;

do you not see the mask behind the veil of tears,

do you care or even contemplate the consequences –

of doing nothing?

© Standing in the shadow 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm