http://colourcloud.com/blog Your comments are welcome Mon, 19 May 2008 04:14:46 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en O:   You are, the iridescent butterfly With your wing-swish, who stirs the gentle ether,  Creates the draft that braves the Caribbean trade-winds, And kisses me with the warm sweet sea breeze off the coastal reef.   O:   Me, the cheeky Clown Fish, With my tail-swish, who moves the aquatic, Creates the wave that braves the mighty ocean whitecaps, And caresses ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2008/05/18/our-love/ Love, what is this word? As overused as a tired cherished sweater. Lost in a madding crowd like The whisper in a bloody heaving arena.     Tired, commercialised, slack! As hollow as the old fallen Oak Surrounded by a forest of ignorant Spruce Pine, As far as the eye can stretch.     Bereft, A cold breeze amongst empty trees, merely a ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2008/05/18/loves-sham/ What I'm most scared of, Grandpa, is mine own sanity! Mine own psyche to be consumed by mine own psyche. Cannibalised - sliced, diced, consumed by the rolling monster. Lost in the serene orderly clutter, To be scavenged like a corpse to vultures. ' And there I'll be pacified for hours by Willow-the-Wisp, Or turn up for ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2008/05/18/hold-me-grandpa/ Close your eyes. Think of the ocean. No, the sea. Off a near Caribbean island. Okay, right, now think of a boat. A sailing boat; with silver shrouds and high mast. And just you and me aboard. Now, Princess, think of the night. A moonless night with an army blanket sky, With glitter silver sprinkled across it. Perfect! You're at the helm with me. I'm holding you tight, keeping the ocean's chill at ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2008/05/18/choose-one/ Pitter-patter of the heart. The uncontrollable smile that tightens the cheekbones       and fills the body with a Shakespearian sonnet;          On a Mills and Boon swoon. ' And yet its source is amazing! Electro-chemical autonomous response    to the things around us that we are destined - nay programmed - to feel.       ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2008/05/18/incomplete/ A lie. An innocent lie. Mirage. Pleases our eye.   Doubt. Break the curfew. Dare you think. To do is taboo.   Morality. Obtuse blinker. Heavenly. Perfect thinker.   Disbelieve. Question the pact. Silted. Polluted by fact.   Delusion. Shared experience. Heavenly needs. To ease existence.   Followers. Suffer outrageous fortune. Lose everything. Ours not to question.   Archetype. Jungian virtue extolled. Crystal clear. Pure of the soul.   Shame on Shame. Untouchable. Heretic. Traitorous infidel.   Disintegration. Of the Holy Spirit. Damned. Destined for the spit.   Shared psyche. Held back in derision. Beauty. United delusion.   Education. For peace ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2008/05/18/the-archetype/ Id By Cameron Macdonald   ________________________ Me, me, me! Ego, fill my tummy! Ego, I am cold! Ego, go get mummy! Ego, I need a hold.  '  You, you, you! Id, I’ll get you food. Id, I’ll get you hot. Id, I’ll get your mummy. But not until I’ve thought.   '  Now! Now! Now! Ego, I am starving! Ego, I am ill! Ego, I am dying! Ego, get ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2007/08/04/id/ The Monolith  By Cameron Macdonald . Standing the age of time. Erect, defiant, proud! Surrounded by the salt of sailors, Fighting to survive the rising tide. ' Grey birds overhead battle Seth’s ocean winds, As cycles of life tumble Into the diurnal patterns of Khons! But, alas, all under their influence crumble. ' Now, since time, the black knight stands Shoulders square ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2007/08/04/the-monolith/ When does something exist and when does it not. Does the floor exist at your feet? Does your brother exist? Does your next meal exist? Does God exist? Do you exist? This is one of the hardest philosophical questions that has posed mankind since beyond time immemorial. A debate either with ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2007/08/04/existence/ Exporting Democracy Deeply disturbing of late is the changing political landscape and the associated pain that is linked with the international political turmoil affecting all our lives. From the price of oil to the mortal danger that is published every night on our television sets; none of us are immune to ... http://colourcloud.com/blog/index.php/2007/08/04/on-terrorism/