Leap from the flaws Of your unquesting mind   Pull at your chains And set your rights to right   Call forth your wants Dance your heart...

Count By those unthought Minds unsaid And the looming light In this Hell’s dark.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

Yeah, me to me I share a call Little buttons with sensors Mimicking, vibrating To feel good, where once People may have held pens No one...

Scream or silent The work of weeks Each passing kindness Greed unanswered Rage called And biting jape unsaid   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

The gleam in the dark And soul-sucking Scrape and hollow A little weaker Eyes widened to life’s potential nightmare   Or grit in a bloody...

Wisdom, you find in a book Hope, you find almost nowhere Drive, you only find silently in yourself Compassion; that’s only spoken.   By...

The sharpest, sweetest star in life Makes you ask What am I doing When not in the same room   Sugary Sundays Salted tears Monotonous...

Are we not leaves Watered then drying Configurations of deeper trees?   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

A good person Does not regard oneself so. In the days and momentary acts Not thought is noble virtue known.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

How old we think The architecture and stone Older than us And our words, for certain Elongated and changed Canterbury’s common pavements...

Triplets of these Are my couplets Those rhythmless patterns I weave through walking Between streams of places and mind.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

One follows another A little snip of contemplation Slice of afternoon sun Scattered conversation Leaving residue of recollection.   By...

Seeking ideas Word streams Directions Or, more like Explorations Like the paving stones The people A story, thought-form Is rarely Truly...

No beast has claws Compared to yours Nor fright equal To clear eyes.   Through smoking skies When good words die Your legs will run.  ...

When Gone   We are   Collected sayings Time smoothed items   Mournful hearts Unsmoothed soil   A lingering roar And plucked strings in...

Have you walked among the rain While bleeding hot within the day Skies are bright, with clouded light Though hourless, one cannot say...

Life rules nothing If we do not appreciate it Equal to looming Death.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

The comfort of context Looking back to when one felt further It offers warmth and then Both a little more And less When we know a thing...

Worry less about the hellfire And prognostications The objective facts And speakers to follow But breathe your life All its artistry,...

That is what we will be And everything we are not Loving tissue near gone? Living crystalised cells Well watered with blood Healing as...