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Trust...
They reach me,
And,
I give them my all,
Yet after that,
They leave me Alone.
They will come back,
Once again, for sure,
With a different face,
A different name,
A new personality,
All along,
And once again,
I will give them my all,
Will they, this time
Stay by my side?
I don't know,
But that's how Trust works,
That's how Life works.
Friday 22nd September 2023 10:49 am
the strength of a begining and a end
give me the strength to make it threw this day
i promise tommorow will be different i wont let my pride in the way
today has been a battle of the mind and of the witt
for my foe is the most deadly of apponent i must addmit
you see this foe stands as my ego and it dont like to loose
but if a...
Thursday 15th August 2019 3:43 am
About today
Write about your feelings, they say
they say you have a creative mind
for tonight, the lights are down and
tomorrow is the time
Yet words remain unwritten
tears, pour unsolicited
magic, musical connection
the language which we bid
Fear, it rings within our ears
they play, they laugh, they run
charismatic foolishness
the peoples’ hearts you’ve won
...
Friday 5th January 2018 3:07 am
Short Film
A running tap in a cluttered room,
the water through dust-light.
Someone stares from a close distance,
unmoving. The sound fills the space.
A body lies outside, on the paving,
curled sideways, fully clothed.
One fist open, the other
hidden. Dawn breaks slow above.
Two bright young things, in hats,
scarves and gloves, rush breathless
to the window of a jewell...
Wednesday 3rd January 2018 11:33 pm
October 2017 Collage Poem: The Strangeness of Dreams
Birds in their time
Snatched by roaring winds
To dream of whatever is there
In the shadow is a haunted face
As another lies awake waiting now
Water, rising, frogs, fish, fins, brushing
The legs as they passed by
The hazy days of summer
And all that racket
From next door
Wish I could sleep!
To dream is to sleep
To sleep is to dream
The myst...
Tuesday 10th October 2017 11:14 am
Pheasants
Upon being handed
the gun I
choose to recline on wet, springy turf
and then lay down on the
wrinkled blue tarpaulin,
to pepper the air,
Phasianus Colchicus
blurting out the why and the where
and clasping my sweat
at 26 metres.
The older corners are the best
the low-hanging branches,
the leafy hollows, amalgamated bark, bush
and clumps of stone,
discar...
Monday 26th June 2017 11:31 pm
The Art of Japanese Flower Arranging
Through a flower breathes the Law:
Harmony in motion to ideal.
A blossom’s beauty mirrors intuition
Our need to press the secret mind of plants
That spirit far beyond mere shape and colour.
Once picked, the power of plant
Is dispossessed of earth.
Lost is the energy of seed
Sun, wind and water
Of growth precise in given space.
A plant does not begrudge our p...
Friday 2nd June 2017 12:58 pm
Confessions Of The Broken Hearted
Took you deep inside my tangled body where no ones ever been,
Let you run away when times got thin, and escape when I needed you
Late at night I throw up all the lies you feed me in the day and lay in a puddle of my own stupidity.
Its never been easy, its always been hard, to love you
I love you unconditionally, even when your words show no emotion, and your actions no care, I love you...
Friday 12th May 2017 9:45 pm
May 2017 Collage poem
Gunpowder walk around, a spark was sobbing
Underneath secrets hopping alongside humans
Inbetween trees weeping in regret
Wet willy, slippering down the slope. Pointing at
Your directionless forehead. Hop aboard the bumpy ride.
Wear a helmet. Your tongue is like a whip... but why!
Tip of the tonge. Sharp or soft
A host of feminist vegans
Lie in a pool of his o...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 9:29 am
Situationist Haiku
Print off this haiku
wrap it around a large brick
hurl through a window.
Saturday 25th March 2017 3:30 am
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