THANK YOU MARGOT BETHEL (HUB)....'Makin' It!'

I would wish to thank Margot Bethel -'Makin' It' and Island FM for their support along with a wonderful and inspiring interview of our Theatre/ Dance Project of 'Rise' last evening. It was an important dialogue to have taken place....

Into Something...

flying into tangibles
wishing something
inner workings
reaching self...
overlapping
contradictions
the human senses
feeling, touching,
thinking
into liberty
peace and war
love and hate
the ugly and the beautiful...

Uniting The Feminine...

Uniting The Feminine...

Damn The World...

God damn the world
and all its plans
I have my own
know what's mine
body, mind and soul
gone are endless days
of self-denial
the body politic
now I claim me
the final frontier!

MAKIN' IT!

Myself and the creative team from 'Rise' (the Theater/Dance project about a young Gay male's struggle toward self realization) will be discussing issues surrounding the topic and the Production on Margot Bethel's (HUB) radio talk show ' Makin' it' at Island FM 7.00pm on Tuesday June 29th...please tune in to this exciting show. I guarantee a wonderful talk!

Does this offend...

Would it offend
if I thought today
of you
dreaming after
a night's wanting...
your presence
at every corner
I imagine
around each bend
Would you know
who you are
that fills this passion
Do I hide it well
when you are there
I live in mind
always in
the mirror's eye
I yearn for a day
after nights wanting
touching ripples
in a pool
away from
self reflections....

'Event 2'
Andrea Beech

ICE...

Through
a glass pane
shadows
reflect
hold onto
night
brooding
inside
Ice cools
along ledges
of window...

'Germinate'

Andrea Beech

Andrea Beech -Abstract Artist. German born New Zea lander.

Germinate

Light slips
into slits
opening
shades with
Sheaths of skin
thickly rolled
wrapped
resting moist
between
fleshy folds
into
the womb...

The next series of poems are inspired by art paintings..

Across Rocks...

Across rocks
African rains
seep
from cliffs
far over land
desert soils
wet with life...
heat rises
lays thick
slowing down
along ground...
insect worn
jointed legs
embed earth
mud made soft
churns the Sun
setting
over the sky...

From the Edge...

Skidding away
from the edge
falling vast
into depths
of soundness
and mind
judgment
reason
taking off
into the
deep argument
of madness...

Ballad of Old Haunting...




I sat on a hill
when dark nights were cold
the wind whistled gaily
and the trees smelt of old
There, once in a winter
came a long ballad haunting
it sang its sad song
on an evening so daunting
The lyric rang boldly
through branches and leaves
that drifted so sweetly
in the cool evening breeze
A tale of a calling
from village and valley
of a handsome, young captain
on his ship in a galley
It spoke of a lady
dressed in crimson and lace
with slim, slender hands
and a fare, rounded face
Young lovers were they
only recently wed,
'I'll never forsake you'
the young captain said
'Although I have traveled
the whole world wide
I have taken you only
to be my young bride'
Then kissing her lightly
upon her soft brow
he gestured to say,
'I''ll be leaving you now'
She looked at him longing
forever it seemed
His shining, dark eyes
sparkled and beamed
And with that he left
on his ship with first mate
She stood by the Port
to eagerly wait...
him slipping and sailing
away from the view
her eyes searching far
but somehow she knew
'You'll never come back
I'll see you no more'
She watched the ship vanish
completely from shore...
Three months had long passed
he never returned
With anticipation
she simmered and burned
Alas, that black day
a word of the discover
the fatal remains
of her handsome, young lover...
A storm came and tipped
the young captain from deck
the keel was all weathered
and vessel was wrecked
Crept from the fathomless,
bottomless deep
the young bride was left
to weep and weep
'Love can be lost
as well as it is found'
she threw herself down
in the sand on the ground
From out of the ocean
a pitiless wave
took all there away
not one man was saved
The ship had been tossed
and toppled by sea
charted by ocean
from the wind in the lea
His body stayed limp
on the shore where he lie
she cursed to herself
'Now I know how to die'
His lips were all pale
his body lay still
There was not a pulse
nor was there a will
She placed her arm gently
beneath his cold head
there was no reply
her young lover was dead
The perilous sea
swallowed body and bones
left lifeless and stiff
cold as tomb stones
'I'll follow his heart
from sea to the Sun
grief brings back the tide
now our voyage is done'..

Threshold...

The night air
builds a threshold
between us
my desire
and your absence
A distance
where we meet

within a thought...
The mind
inventing
from yearnings
I lay still
caressing heart
and throat
name spoken aloud
breaks the silence

gripping an image
of you...

Life is for the living...
Please excuse my personal indulgences throughout this process of self realization...I have attempted to articulate it with some clarity and through my own eyes- the eyes being the mirror of the soul. I hope at times it is not too personal but it is embodying my total concept of self creatively, spiritually and as a sexual being. It occurs to me that life is for the living and now I, rather than get lost in the intellectualism of it all, prefer to live it through a prism in light ,dark, color, form and energy i.e the living body through the creative process...Life is after all is too short not to experience it to its fullest potential...Why choose to put it all onto my blog? ...because there is no turning back!

Moonflower...

White buds drift
onto the dark side
of the moon
curling at tips
fringing edges
into the glow...
Come near
into a spell
the mystery
of night magic
illuminating the air
florescent dust falling
like rain...
cascading down
the arch of back

Touching...

I dream
of loving you
fingers touching
gently
all around...
rising
calling
lips kissing
soft
tasting
honey combs
stroking
shoulders
body
skin of back
slick with silk
carved smoothed
molding time......

ELEVATION!

Light and energy....

PeAce anD
LOVe....

REFLECTION OF LIGHT AND FORM>>>

I'm Excited about being alive...

wALking thROugh thE world...
The greatest symbol and metaphor for life...ME!

Fanfare....

Circus flags
colors
gay
and bright
marching mistrals
dancing figures
juggle and bend
contort
whirl about
in pirouettes
feathered plumes
and sashes
sounding trumpets
troupes of actors
miming
shapes
and characters
parading
in procession...

Cold Winter Night...

Cold Winter Night...

Brisk air
a cold Winter Night
cutting bones
stripped to skin
numb from ice
huddle in Heart & Crown
Preston St
A pint of Guinness
followed by
a shot of whiskey
goes down well
in the confusion
Man Playing Bodhran
Irish Drum
fiddle
tin whistle
rolls on top
out of the Ocean...
music
rushing with colours
Stumbling onto streets
through slush
homeward bound...

Thinking back...

for K.
Thinking back
when I knew
how to love...
I tried
the best I could
always too hard
you used to say
so many years
have gone by
and still
I think of you
I'm over that now
sincerely
but memories
return
to haunt
many years later
We were only friends
I hope you
have found someone
to be happy with...
I'm still a child
in my mind
I think
We'll meet
again someday
to separate
to become
better friends
that is how
it will be...

FIELD BY A RIVER...

Marigold clutter the stream field
in a of petalspebbles the stream
and sopebbles coloumoist
green Ribbons in the leaves
overtouchingby hills overlooking
leaves earth
and what is evensun mounds

for you...

for you...

I am very grateful to you... your life, your beauty. Always love...

Incidently....

For those who may not understand why I chose to use metaphor and symbolism to help explain to myself and others what I have just gone through, it is how the Artist thinks through the creative process...I make the gigantic leap that I believe this is spiritually innate within the individual....creativity and critical free thinking is essential for everybody's growth and should by all means be encouraged as a National Agenda...The development in the discipline of the Arts is imperative for the well being of all of our citizens...

LUCK?...

So wish me luck and where there cannot be love perhaps respect. I appreciate any support on some very important issues I felt I needed to 'exorcise' within myself for personal growth but also thought it beneficial within the context of our basic social fabric in the Bahamas. I know I am not alone in the fears that prohibit individual freedoms and self-determination within our society...It is a real concern for many here...
I for one am hopelessly always finding something to fall in love with. Alas, with little success. I suspect the desire to search it out will never change...perhaps one day I'll get it right! I am most definitely dedicated to being an Artist and where I have found the greatest satisfaction...Thank you for following this project both home and abroad with its progress and set backs ...for that I am truly appreciative...I shall keep you posted on its success or failure....NOW, FULL STEAM AHEAD!

The Price of Flight...

Sometimes it is best
to lose the battle
in order to gain the war...
it is important to fight
for things
that are important
to oneself
That will change
according to self...
The world
may never unfold
the way I want it to
but the journey
is flight
the price may be
to lose something
but the gain
is freedom...

Against the grain...

These two exciting projects that I am working on "Rise' and 'Religion, Myth and Fantasy' are most definitely going against the grain of much of what is expected as a norm within our society...I mean not to be controversial nor provocative , however I believe it is important to reserve the right to challenge fixed ideas that prohibit growth and tolerance for the overall well being of a diverse community without fear.
They both seek in their own right to widen the gap between restriction of development and advancing the potential for individual and collective freedoms by challenging personal mythologies...
Certainly, the ultimate aim is to stimulate thought and debate which cannot be a bad thing to have happen in any healthy society...All I can say that these were very real fears to myself and from were I stand.