The unkindness of Covid
Your polo shirt is slightly askew.
Eyeliner you try and hide.
My daughter babyās prime;
we have fought for this.
Ā
You now sit in classrooms,
open windows, warmth drained.
Queue, face mask clad, in corridors
dreaming of seeing facesĀ
Ā
The boy you pass notes to
you are no longer free to kiss
or find theĀ ecstasy in another.
Your childhood is on hold.
Ā
W...
Monday 19th October 2020 12:41 pm
Sunday Morning Thought
I have been
SeenĀ
Death has held me
Life has killed me
But you still think
You have the right
To give me advice
As if youāre above me
If you let me speak
You might learn
Something
Sunday 30th August 2020 10:38 am
Little Doll
I seek you moth girl,
there are hopes masked
behind doors in our mind
touches, intrusions
that felt like FearĀ
Frozen Little Doll
Ā
Itās where you still solicit,
Part Me, Part Him
Godās Steward dismantled
drowning under sheets
and adult whims
Fragments of sin
Ā
I ask you to come home
dance with me again,Ā
you are swimming of reach
in the same mind
...Thursday 9th July 2020 12:32 pm
The current situation
Lives threatened by what they donāt know
Dictated by police banners of hell
Donāt let anyone escape their reality
We are all victims of false dichotomy
Black or white we are all longed for
Children of a false enemyĀ
Rise up and sense the differenceĀ
A red flag goads us towards sensibility
Neutral props of a false economy
Rise forth and take the enmity
The discourse of truth will out
N...
Monday 15th June 2020 12:35 am
spirit and sanity
Since I cannot sense a name for God
power will stutter out of my mouth
In the old days it was the Village Church
Rich with Stain Glass Hypocrisy and Sin
In the middle it was a wasteland, dead
Then I saw God and everything changed
Ā
Spirit stood on my shoulder and held me
Angels came in plain clothes to erase me
No-one left even though I tried to kill me
In the attire ...
Tuesday 21st April 2020 1:37 pm
New Therapist
She sits there her book full of latent codes,
a way of communicating so no-one knows
Rambling on my life, traces of a history unread:
a mind full of trash and misdeeds unsaid.
She's a pristine therapist, who hasn't lived,
expecting me to say all and give,
when I couldn't give a shit about her plan.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
You made me do it
You're so impossible
you are selfish
you are difficult
you cause me so much trouble
I've only got this angry with you
you provoked me
you're unreasonableĀ
you aren't like your brother
you never help
I never get this cross with anyone else
you made me hit you
I lost control because of you
you are defective
but I love you
so all is okĀ
everything is possible with me
I am self full
...
Saturday 8th February 2020 11:20 am
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