Biography of Mark Fullick
Mark Fullick Poems
Thank You For Everything
Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here, You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Take The Butterfly
Take the butterfly is one of Marks surrealist word paintings..... - “Halt, who goes there? ”
The End is something Mark likes to call a surrealist word painting..... “Ouch! That hurt, I’m not doing that again, ” I laughed.
Wib wob flobble bop, Wibble wobble wooo. Even my pen loses control,
A strange thing is happening to people I know, At first they start laughing and then their minds go. An incessant giggling’s the long road to doom,
Magical Mystical history and mystery, Painted and woven on tablets and tapestry. Cave painted hunts and sand script on tombs,
The Last Electronic Heart Beat
The last electronic heart beat, My last breath was sure to follow. A hand reached down from heaven,
Sponsorship is the new religion, and it’s taking over from the old ones, whatever next? G.O.D INVESTMENTS
Waking Up With You
I’ve ripped batteries from the clock and slung them to the floor, I want this time to last with you a million miles and more. As we snuggle up and touch we throw our cares up in the air,
Time, a human invention if ever there was one, Though tiss laid blame or credit at the foot of a Supreme Being. Time a vessel in which to pour our lives,
The Word Wizard
The word wizard weaves his whiley words, And we believe the words he weaves. Then with a silky pen and clever hands
Time, a human invention if ever there was one,
Though tiss laid blame or credit at the foot of a Supreme Being.
Time a vessel in which to pour our lives,
Time is a skin a measuring stick.
A something to pit one moment against another.
Time is one man's perception of motion,