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Brother Gomez's Cell
Welcome to Brother Gomez's Cell
Brother Gomez
One of the Founders of the Order of St Derek of Jarman
"Illic can nunquam exsisto nimium niteo"
Those who have been cast out of Eden spend eternity looking for the hidden doorway that will lead them back to the secret garden.

Only Brother Gomez holds the key.

His visions of Eden can guide even the wildest Lost Boy to the shores of Neverland.

Beware though, for like Alice following the White Rabbit, you will find that nothing in this Wonderland is safe or familiar.  

Eden is a dangerous and passionate place; not for the faint hearted or those of narrow mind.
The most beautiful face can hide the cruelest heart, the loveliest flower may hold the strongest poison.

Enter Eden if you dare...
I am dreaming
Weaving together colours
Of abstract light
Into a tapestry
Of stories and life
Dreaming on the seas
Of human existence.

I am slipping between the sheets
Of light and love
Slipping between the covers
Down into oblivion
Where light breathes
Like a lover's kiss
Upon my skin.
Shifting in the storms
Of lightening and thunder
Slipping down
Down into this sleep
Like sleeping beauty.

They move around me
In light and colour
Prism's of light
Reflecting
Dancing
Whispering words
That breathe through my body.

This touch like fire
These words the spark
To the fires that rage within
This light illumination
Sends me spinning
Sends me dancing
Across the seas.

Through my window
I see the world
Lit with light
A thousand burning lights
That fall through the air
Of warriors and kings
Queens of the night
And celestial ships
Burning, dancing
Shifting on the winds
Coming to take us home
To the starry skies.

Brother Gomez
(aka Nigel Symon)
Light Soldiers
This Body

This skin of mine
It tells a story
The lines and cracks
Bumps and grazes
Scars and cuts
The story of my life
Etched into the skin.

You may not see the walls
But I know they're around me
I wear my emotions
Like a cloak
Invisible to you
Swirling colours of patchwork design
Tattoos on my body
That creep and crawl
Breathing life
As they slip and slide
Across my skin.

Images of youth
Childhood dreams and hopes
Drawn into my skin
Dancing dragons
Knights on white horses
Charge across my skin.
Down my back
Words linger in gothic scripture
Words of protection
The eye of Horus.

I see all this upon my skin
The wear and tear
Of love and pain
Of hopes and desires
That flare up like a rash
The scabs of past memories
Fester away, itching and flaking
I pick over the memories
Like a seagull on a rubbish tip
Make the wounds bleed
With every thought
Of past mistakes
Memories dark and dank
As I linger in this cellar
Of my mind.

In the darkness I find cover
Invisible in the shadows
Huddled in  corner
Shrinking away
Curled up like a ball
These monsters and demons
Of my own making
So beguiling and seductive
With their words and strokes
As I loose myself in this maze
The golden thread long since snapped
As I tumble and fall.

Brother Gomez
(aka Nigel Symon)
Enter the Reading Room of the Order
This is the library where we keep volumes of special significance or inspiration
All original artwork on the St Derek of Jarman site

 

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