Of Succubus And Demons
Of Succubus and Demons,
my dreams are filled with fiery hollows.
A grey figure lifts its gown
serpentine the foetus writhes,
my throat of blood floods to drown,
though I'm consumed; the child survives...
Followed by a beast that leads
nocturne sun devours the soul,
subconscious in my waking needs
the seventh circle takes me whole...
Deeper, Deeper ...
Sunday 30th March 2025 12:29 pm
To see must be to speak
See the crows with bloody beaks
that pluck the tongues
through which truth speaks
See the men with bloody tongues
that strike out truth
were e're it comes
See the scribes with words writ wrong
who care not where
their ink comes from
See the eyes that welcome blight
that fills their soul
yet steals their sight
See all this yet carry on?
...Thursday 27th March 2025 3:47 pm
Crimes against mysanity
I thought I'd repost some vitriol this morning and let you decide who you wish to send it to.
Sycophantic,
word-pedantic
dictionary whore.
Your literary vacuum
leaves me wanting more.
Your spewing words
thick with rot,
from something ill ingested
tie my patience like a knot,
intestines worm infested.
You’re like a stain of afterbirth
stillbor...
Friday 21st March 2025 8:24 am
Glenborrodale
Step on step toward the crest
across timbered burn and stone,
where tumbling water knows no rest
save in the Loch below,
its rainy surge of silver gleam
frenetic in its fall,
like wealth hid in a black-rock seam
beyond the reach of all.
Yet onward, upward I will climb
against the easy way,
where greater joy than wealth is mine
and fewer men might say...
Sunday 16th March 2025 4:03 pm
Casement Park, Last Rites (For Wood and Howes)
No one knows who wasn't there,
at Casement Park.
No one knows who wasn't there,
on Churchill Avenue.
No one knows who wasn't there,
at Milltown Cemetery.
We were young and malleable
We were hammers and sharpened tools,
we were disposable yet valuable
we the puppets of murderous fools.
We heard the pavement split
We heard the double tap,
we knew t...
Thursday 13th March 2025 2:59 pm
Shared Songs
On days the Robin doesn't come
I don't know where he goes,
but I can't be the only one
he sings to I suppose...
So in my mind I conjure him
as if to call him near,
that somewhere in my conjuring
his calls to me appear...
though better that his song is sung
so all mankind might share,
with calming notes our days begun
raised up by natures care...
...
Monday 10th March 2025 10:25 am
Pulborough Brooks
Where hedgerows twitch with flitting flight
I'll sit and think of you,
the Lapwing and the Common Snipe,
the Dunlin and Curlew...
the lilting peace of song and breeze
migrates my restless mind,
and like the feathered wing with ease
I'll leave this earth behind...
to fly to where you may have flown,
no need of worldly ties,
just as the birds are raised a...
Friday 7th March 2025 6:10 pm
And there will be no Gods
In the quiet dark it is easier to see and hear.
Satellites reconfigure their trajectories,
in the starlit black of nothingness and eternity
their soulless commands are the new creation.
No millennia terraforming or Darwinian accident,
nothing so beautifully patient from our un-divine architects.
The New Gods sit among their charges, howling with madness.
Soon all wil...
Tuesday 4th March 2025 6:05 am
With the Certainty of the Day
On this our darkest night,
aurora stains the mountains red,
the impatient blade of morning
bleeds the starlight pale.
No staunch defence
could stem such blackness bled,
nor bar the shaft of golden day,
that all of life should fail.
And once so sure, our hearts entwined
beat the very same,
that spinning in their union
no imposter could unbind.
Yet ...
Friday 28th February 2025 9:03 am
Paradoxical Voyage
Rocks will break the oceans top
and spill great sailors to their graves,
where hulls of ships become mere crop,
becalmed, at rest in coastal caves...
echoes of the timbers split
the wash and swell unseen by men,
blown by winds where lovers sit
whose hearts may never love again.
All men are wrecks upon some shore
their journey's spent, their cargo lost.
...
Monday 24th February 2025 4:35 pm
Advice from fallen angels
In a conference of murderers
who can you trust?
All those knives
all those lies
In an alliance of economies
where do you bank?
No place of residence
no character reference
With your back to the wall
you have only fists, feet and teeth
You fight with no rules
because they made the rules
When you're betrayed and hung out
you h...
Tuesday 18th February 2025 10:30 pm
A lull in the fighting
The guts of men writhe like landed eels,
they spill as if they never end.
Brains like cod roe and fat
wrapped in paper, torn apart.
A tooth, an eye and half a scalp.
An ear inside a mouth, its tongue split Scarlet blue.
And now, where metal forged its deadly path
beneath the forests open wound, sunlight feasts with flies.
The living men so nearly d...
Friday 14th February 2025 7:45 am
Gift
It wasn't the morning that came,
nor the night that slipped from the sky,
but somewhere
between dreams
and my waking,
some other dimension
passed by.
It wasn't an absence or presence,
nor the things with the traces of you,
but somewhere
between light
and moons crescent,
a ghost of you came
...
Wednesday 12th February 2025 3:10 pm
A Vermin Complete
"I thought I'd write something that offered hope then ripped it away, something more representative of real life"
They laughed at you,
your accent, your hair, your skin...
your knowledge of nothing
that they believed in.
Your best friend, a Jew
then Vikram the Sikh,
the Haggis, the Kosher,
the words you couldn't speak
Your smile now victorious,
wh...
Monday 10th February 2025 6:04 pm
One thing becomes another
He takes a sack of crumpled shirts,
a puzzle
and a gun.
He leaves with wigs and mini skirts
and "Chuzzlewit"
for fun.
He's in a Queue at "Waitrose",
transformed,
an amazon,
all selfish hair and Dickens prose,
prior signs
of him, all gone.
The High Street hums with laundries,
wringing out
their blood-stained cash,
all shiny fronts and ta...
Friday 7th February 2025 9:08 am
Of sorrowful songs there is no fear
A face as smooth as glass
that time has fallen from,
tracks of tears have passed
the weight of years moved on.
Hands purpura petalled
fold like angels wings,
hair as gentle snowflakes
a midnight clear might bring...
a robin on a window ledge
a flower full in bloom,
the sacred vow of loves long pledge,
a summer gone too soon.
And yet the song ...
Tuesday 4th February 2025 6:08 pm
Luddite
The reign is spitting mad
at the huddled masses yawning,
those maggots of the night
who hatch out in the morning,
it seeks to hold them under
to wash them clean away,
with their plastic bags of plunder
who'd miss them anyway?
They have no real accounts,
no footprint in the data
their sum to naught amounts
they are dead sooner than later.
They...
Tuesday 28th January 2025 8:53 am
Between two worlds
In dreams my father is with me.
He lives in his nightmare wide awake.
In dreams my legs buckle.
He falls in his nightmare.
I see him, we cannot speak,
his frail hands outstretched to his child.
His hanging mouth a cave
with all his life inside, forgotten.
Asleep in his bed like amber in linen,
withered by time and ages rot.
So we meet bet...
Monday 20th January 2025 11:57 am
At 5 o'clock a million things
It's five o'clock in the morning, it's -5,
my dog pisses as she stares at me.
Her steam, my breath as one
I think she's laughing.
I'm laughing, I'm wearing shorts and a beanie.
What is this,
eccentric englishness?
Stars in silver sulphide pierce a frigid sky
a Supernova vents it's dying throes.
She stands from squat,
the Blackbird sings
...
Friday 10th January 2025 9:30 am
Are We The Only Living One's to Have Thought
Used to be
I could get all the news I need
on the weather report
When days
were long
and darker times came in short
I could gather all the news I need
on the weather report
Hey, I've got nothing to do today
but cry
and to cry and to cry and to cry
for what's going on
is this the only dying world
our greed's brought.
Most ...
Wednesday 8th January 2025 10:46 am
Into the wild
Behind the songful thicket
where fields tuck in to ancient earth,
the tiny birds sing thanks to birth
trod and turned by boot and plough
much goes unseen by humans now.
Beyond the foamy edge
where breakers roll on timeless sand,
the wilding wind knows no command
stamped, then cleared by men and tides.
whose howls are drowned like griefs lost cries
...Thursday 2nd January 2025 4:11 pm
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