Biography
I have been writing song lyrics since I was about 14 then in about 2003 I started writing what were essentially poems, though still with a lyrical bent. I like to write about all sides of life, love, death and the human condition.
Using poetry primarily as a therapy to help get my thoughts clear on a subject or to discuss feelings or points of view that don't crop up in everyday conversation with friends. I find poetry to be really helpful in this way and so I have to admit it's done more for myself than to inspire or provoke others, though the nature of the finished product does hopefully occasionally have this effect.
I have a real problem with quality control and being able to look at my poems objectively and know which ones are good and which need more work. Hopefully with some comment/criticism/praise from members here I can gain some more insight - I look forward to reading the other's member's works too.
Samples
"Night" 2008
So soon it's night again
The days are short
In times such as these
The sun only stays so long
Only lays its light down for so long
Then it goes again
We're plunged into night
Oh, Could you not find a torch
Or a candle or a lantern
To bring some light in here
We can't see any hope
Swimming in this darkness
So soon it's night again
We're back on that same street corner
I'm selling your body again
I'm selling my brain
It gets so dark around here
I almost forget about the light
There is some light, sometimes
But right now
It's night...
"Desert" 2007
What are we, without our make-believe breeding
Who am I, if it's not you that I'm feeling
We're out of time, no longer aligned
You lie resigned, my words; declined
Now what I need just feels like greed...
What point is there, if this evening's dry
No sweat escaped, no sparkling eyes
Just some feed, followed by some sleep
You barely see what I dread to keep
But what I need just feels like greed...
So when did it become
A party with no invitation
When were we locked out
Of the passionate celebration
Now what I need just feels like greed...
How much longer will we walk here
In the blazing sun with no water
How much longer can I just lie here
This appetite, unsatisfied beside her
But what I need just feels like greed...
"Calling Wisdom" 2010
Calling wisdom...
To see through all the horse shit
Of your flimsy words
And those jelly-limbed actions
Flailing so selfishly and blindly
Out in front of me
Calling wisdom...
Calling wisdom...
To untangle all your wires
Of dangling contradictions
Cut through the paper masks
Of all your posturing
That you're completely lost in
Calling wisdom...
I'm calling wisdom
To cast a dim light on your thinking
What train of thought
You caught to get to here
These decided sidings
Of this line's end
I'm calling wisdom
Calling wisdom...
To map a human sense of things
The fucked foundation you've built this house on
Is cratered and crumbling in upon us
And burning bricks and buried bones
Are all that I can know now
Calling wisdom...
I'm calling wisdom...
To put in place a forest of words between us
Brush blooming plants to hide the muddy path
That we spun down; senseless and scared-shitless
And because you never did;
I'm calling wisdom...
"Fall A Little" 2010
Could you not fall a little
Could you not blossom in my breath
Eyes glowing wide when I call to see you
And a passionate want in your every word
Could you not fall
The way I'm falling
For you
Hunting each and every slightest excuse
To come and just be near to me
Bring your warmest wit so precious
To captivate my five favourite senses
Could you fall for me
The way I'm falling
For you
Could you not flaunt all the rules
Forget everything but my subtle smile
Care nothing more for what came before
Now there exists this perfect possibility
Could you not fall in deep
The way I'm falling
For you
Now all my eyes can see is your bright glow
My ears hear nothing but that sweet laugh
Scents that trigger such magic memories
A touch so badly longed for
And a taste I've imagined so many times now
Could you not fall; completely
Could you not fall
Obviously, in front of me
Down to one knee and begging 'please...'
The way I'm falling
For you
Could you, could you
Fall in deep for me
The way I've fallen for you...
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Last blog entry
Posted on Monday 26th July 2010 1:08 pm
So then, brick by brick
Tonight we tear off strip after strip
The newest feathers first
Then the older twigs and vines
With each one
My heart drops further
Until there's nothing left
And nowhere lower
Just empty branches
Where our sweet home once was
Oh no! Inch by inch
We pack and divide the moss
All the soft things we've collected
Years of careful, loving selection
Squirreling them away, each and every one
My heart stops
As we place them into our beaks
To separate them forever
Over an unknown distance
Just a meaningless assortment now
Of what once was our sweet home
You fly South
I stay North
And never again
Will our sweet home be here...
(Oct 2009)
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winston plowes
Sun 25th Jul 2010 00:12
Plas post up "pull apart the perfect nest" in the blog section. it deserves a wider audience. great work . Winston