Biography of Jazzy Davies
Destined to discover a new planet and with it a new form of life.
Jazzy Davies's Works:
The life and times of Albert, inventor extraordinaire
Jazzy Davies Poems
There's not enough time in this lifetime for us no time for talk no time for sleep The need inside me is an ache
I see the road, out there in front twisting and snaking out of sight I hear the distant footsteps, smell spring on the air meandering forward, friends join with me
There was a family that lived down the road from us Seven kids and two scruffy mongrels We looked down our noses at them and talked about them a lot Their front yard was littered with rubbish and scrap cars
Who are we? in this world, so complex What gives us the right? To presume, to judge, to destroy Who made you King?
You were the hardest one to fool you knew me inside out knew my innermost thoughts, hopes, desires it took some planning
She lays there, forehead damp, chestnut hair fanned out, cheeks flushed, content smile playing on her lips,
Thoughts From A Traffic Jam
Have you ever wondered why you get born as you? Why this body, this country, this era? Does anyone else have the same questions I do? And who gets to decide?
Its abode was the linen cupboard, in the corner of our room A lesser known creature, nocturnal and vile
Forest Fantasy (X-Rated)
Was a tawny autumn afternoon, sun dappling through the red and gold marquee. Fading warmth of summer past, and the smell of cosy evenings on the breeze.
Sittin' here, smilin' thinkin', whilin' away time before I get dialin'
Slowly and without trace You imprinted yourself upon my senses left me reeling coiling around me, choking out apathy
When will you arrive? waiting, not sure for what, or for whom an absence felt, a yearning known just knowing
With our words we bridge the miles are drawn together to share the smiles as we explore this new addiction we've found
Anatomy Of Rage
Sharp darkness, enshrouds, slashes, nerve endings tearing.
Kaleidoscopes of sharded lunacy,
trickling explosively from a knife tip.
Curling scents whispering from nowhere,
reality lapsing, an upside down flip
of senses. You take me there.
But wait. Where is this untamed place?
This universe of twisted space
where life goes without a trace,