signs from the  heart and feelings of home an intent to connect when under night alone, reflections of environment cold dark yet some shadows of the park lamps lit, the Sun is round the corner now ever moving through Le Nite.
Up and down no in or out, but turning round and round, i prose the spheres from the fearless now.


Mateyus, still here . here now


City cliques all to talk about, favourite shops we can't live without.
Cards flip as a change comes to see the new page.
Magic seeps from a light shining crouched, sitting now...
And no end to the stories of any thing, which is interesting not boring.
beyond the cliques our minds go, in our hearts we will glow, fire flares to and frow you are here as you know.

mateyus curran

 

These are the poems i wrote while in our first class.

}Don't Know Yet{
At the moment sphere
Re Present in the new year
Design of our minds



New light to be shed
open air of clasroom spred
a little bemused



Ways to record the Mo.
Romantic arts we know
A sphere of minds show

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here are some poems i wrote while sitting in the city.


a wish floats along the breeze tempting any curious enough to grasp it.
While a hare Krishna sells extended life through a flyer on the street.
Pigeons peck at the spilled Chinese, Pork fried noodles splayed over the orange paved road.


Reflections  Windows  Mirrors
in them i look past the we
ever knowing but none are me
Only a glimpse into ones soul does an image show
confiding in shop walls along concrete rivers we must flow.



Urban environment echoes Sunlight as a lament to natures growth
people hustle bustle and flock passing strtegically opened doors
A fluster of wings spurs behind me, no need to look back the flock has flown. Out of the corner of my senses atmosphere holds its ever changing resonance,
Adjusting my spine i recollect my mind, fall into heart and continue to write,
Peck Peck faster than the eye can see, getting up i meander away from the flock fleeted street.

Atmospheric experience: Sitting among our surroundings

Week Two.

We selected a spot within Massey perimeter, among the construction site by the Museum building, on the new grass. We sat and absorbed our surroundings. We were told to listen, smell, feel and sense.

The noises were vast; cicadas and bird life buzzing and chirping all around us, both near and far, while the wind blew past our faces. It was loud, and refreshing. The constant hum of vehicles in the distance, from the construction site and the roads near-by. The workers were talking but all we could hear was the quiet murmur of their voices.

There was a distinct smell of dirt, dirt and fertiliser. A faint cigarette smell also breezed past in the wind every one in a while.

The surfaces that surrounded us were a mixture of both organic and man-made. The bank where we sat, covered in it's lush grass was somewhat soft, and looked like a bed in comparison to the grey concrete that made up the museum building and the steps up to it.  We thought of the purposes of these surfaces, the concrete for stability and the grassy bank for freedom of mind - everyone needs a bit of nature every now and then.

Sitting on that shaded bank with my eyes closed, I found that I became very self-aware. I could feel the fabric of my clothes brushing against my skin in the breeze, I was aware of my posture and the positioning of my hands and feet. I don't know about the others, but I found that everything became much clearer with my senses once sight and placement was taken out off the table.

A sound recording was made during this time which will serve as a reminder.

Hugh's haiku

Physicality,
Influencing emotion,
Greater than itself.

HC, 2015.