Panama a love story. Late 1982.
Panama Love a short story.
The Panama canal is about 51 miles long. Constructed to save the hazardous and longer trip around the infamous Cape Horn. Its an engineering wonder! Made by man to connect the Atlantic sea with the Pacific Ocean it was started by the French in the eighteen hundreds who gave up because of the death rate among workers, which was in the hundreds, it was finished by ...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:48 pm
Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982.Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982.
Preamble.... Im reposting this in memory of my mate. From time ago. Young men who thought war was something to do with excitement and proud times. I'd tell you there are now more veterans of the Falklands war have killed themselves then died in the war.
Ah’ Chris mate,
What a fate,
We’d laughed
and cavorted
Before the fun.
I’d had sex
In Pompey
And lots of rum.
...Saturday 8th June 2019 5:30 pm
The nameless.
Don’t name them
Too many names
No names
Names can
Be missed
Your name
Their name
So no names
No religion
All faiths die
No colour
Whats colour
No country
No wealth
It doesn’t
Matter
No language
No measure
of intelligence
All tongues
Are stilled
For lifes
Accounting
You
Child with
Leukaemia
You are beautiful
You c...
Monday 15th April 2019 4:28 am
Soul?
The history of
Organised religions
Has never passed rent free
Its stressed in carven stone
Lost in craven moan
Soulless seeking souls
Reaching for a missing heaven
Misfits of recognition
Blighting of long tradition
Give them back their freedom.
Until its passed its kingdom
To face a faithless fate
Is not to miss the gate
For those that see the strife
Can...
Thursday 11th April 2019 11:05 pm
Take the ugly things.
Take the ugly things
The twisted forlorn
Fallow empty cold
Ugly things.
The despised, feral
rancid vapid tepid
Broken things.
The ambitions
the contradictions.
that bastardise
humanity and
kick human frailty.
Into damaged things.
To progress on
Imagined ladder
built on the rotten
Wood of greed.
Greed ugly creed.
For recognition
and blind am...
Monday 8th April 2019 2:41 pm
Cut the applause
And stop the fight.
Not everyone
Can see the light.
Its the darkest
Depths of night.
Look out the
Broken window
Mummy.
Everything
Sure looks funny.
Its all lost.
Its not on the money.
See my heart
Broken on a shard.
Cut To ribbons
On a knife
Made of velvet.
I can’t stop bleeding
From eyes
That don’t see.
Don’t think
...Saturday 6th April 2019 6:40 pm
24 hours of love Gas Town Vancouver.
Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed
The serial killer in our midst.
I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre
Across in rainy dank Vancouver
Her name was Mona,
Mona Bird
Yes lemon curds the rhymah.
And her mothers name was Mynah.
Occasionally worried about the strife
Cause she always carried a knife
Met her in a club in Gas-town
Vancouver city
The Orange...
Saturday 6th April 2019 1:45 pm
Manic Depression
I suffer from manic depression.
Sometimes slow turning.
Sometimes obsession.
Thats a quick slow lesson.
In less obvious passion.
In which I fashion
A life of ridiculous…ness.
Quite a mess
But sometimes
Great success.
But “they” decided
To medicate success
from my life.
That they labeled strife.
So they gave me lithium
And I didn’t like
Feelin...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 1:43 am
The Rock
Flaming heads to muddled waters
Put them through to general quarters
The thoughts fly free
Giving truth the lee.
Lost minds unravel
As routes less travel
To places long ago
Places free to go.
Locked in patterns
Given to waste
When will we stop
Burning our world.
See this world
In complexity?
Try to see
The absurdity.
Sisyphus roll...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 1:04 am
The Anti Shanty
Take yer shanties and shove em.
Take yer white foam flying.
Take yer fair winds blowing.
Take yer furrows following fucking freely.
And shove em.
Yer songs about masts and sails
and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.
Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.
Unreal figures dancing and prancing.
Shove em.
The truth is filth and fury
lacking...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:17 pm
Son
Son
Sun
Love
Sweet love
Lost
Pain deep
Mind
Heart
Torn asunder
Wonder
Deeper than
Deepest darkness
Son
Sun
Love
Pained behest
Unblessed
Godless
Lossless gone
To cosmos
Spiritual
Ancestral
No future
To gain
Within pain.
Son
Sun
Love.
Saturday 30th March 2019 9:34 pm
Struggling through
The weeds
Feet dragging
in sand
Sun glaring
Blinding
With its
Promise
Of warmth
Trying to
Reach water
For the cool
Balm
She washed cum
From the
Palm of her hand
In a bowl of
Holy water
Etched a cross
In the dirt on
The back of her
Hand
With the same
purity
Feet cut on
hidden glass
Pockets picked
...Friday 29th March 2019 2:31 am
Tears
Falling down assisted by
9.2 meters per second.
Tears heading downward cried.
Spots on the face beckon.
Falling feathers for the face.
Salted rivulets embrace
Nooks and crannies of the face.
Cascading at a steady pace
Familiar to the human race.
Tears born in scary place.
Is there anyone who never cried
Oops I just espied
over there they told a lie.
...Wednesday 27th March 2019 11:49 pm
The bookshop
Walking on squeaky floorboards
Occupying space
Previously walked
At a nurtured pace.
How much time
Have people taken
To scan the walls
And see the books?
The smell of written beauty
In a time of pixels
Smell the pages
Of history.
Looking through
Piles of literary minds
Looking for that goldmine.
That transports and enthrals.
That...
Sunday 24th March 2019 1:08 am
Absurd
They twisted in space
Coiled like two serpents.
Hero’s and monsters
Set me free.
Set me on the road
To be.
Sometimes prison
Sometimes sky.
Limitless in
Learning and
desolate in remembering.
There needs to be
A place to flee.
A space of acclamation.
But all I find
In my star crossed mind
Is reduction
To destruction.
Its the world that
Twists...
Friday 22nd March 2019 12:34 am
Dublin 2000
I took a trip to the wildest place
Where no one could deceive me.
It was a place nearer hell
I know you won’t believe me.
The walls shone so bright
Only the skirl could make me free.
So I sold my soul with greatest ease
So I should never have to see.
And we danced once again.
To the sound of the pipes of Dublin.
To the sound of the pipes of Du...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 3:09 am
Your seven
Walking hand in hand
Your seven.
Wide eyes.
Big world.
Small warm hand
Reaches for and
Buries in my paw.
Mans hand, callouses and oil.
But still fists full of love.
Protection and love.
We kick leaves.
High
Golds and reds.
Asphalt coated
In browns and beauty.
The leaves fly up
Whirl and flow
Swirling
Unplanned patterns.
Stick to our shoes
...Tuesday 19th March 2019 10:51 pm
Soul (less)
The history of
Organised religions
Has never passed rent free
Its stressed in carven stone
Lost in craven moan
Soulless seeking souls
Reaching for a missing heaven
Misfits of recognition
Blighting of long tradition
Give them back their freedom.
Until its passed its kingdom
To face a faithless fate
Is not to miss the gate
For those that see the strife
Can...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:23 am
Chemo Pharmacopeia
Neutropenic, neutropenia,
White blood cells,
Haven't seen ya,
Smorgasbord analgesia,
Flowing chemicals,
Splitting cellular.
Morphine drips,
Dripping calm for yer.
Picolax its the max,
Movicol movements,
Helping derrière.
Got your Nabilone,
Keeps your vomit home.
Sleep all day,
Pain free day?
We’ve got it here for yer.
Stop the trolley,
Its not t...
Friday 15th March 2019 8:55 pm
Surfing the sky
Surfing in a deep blue sky
Painted pictures line the eye.
Limitless movement
Endless improvement.
Looking up to an empty sky
See a lonely rainbow fly.
And after dark
Like a million sparks
The stars wink like beating hearts
Pumping celestial blood
To starving parts.
And when I look
And see those stars
I’ll always wander
If your there
Dancing on stars
...Friday 15th March 2019 12:51 am
Dance
The thief of life stole furtively onto the dance floor.
And danced his dance of death.
Which became a dance of life.
A vast ballroom full of balls.
Spinning and backdrops showing the soul.
fearlessly stacked on high kicking legs.
Singing blossoming ballads of beauty.
The fight back shouts choruses of courage.
And sambas of selfless serenity.
Mohamed and Jesus pogoed for...
Thursday 14th March 2019 7:17 pm
Cancer
My heart is crying
Look at the tears
Look at the fears
If tears were ears
We’d hear the world
The world weeping
For the pain of lost youth
We can build a bomb
But we cant build a cure.
If tears were eyes
We’d see them all
All the brave young hearts
Fighting to beat
Beating to fight
On fragile feet
The one step flight
Two step dance
Sur...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 4:40 am
Days
This was a Dylan day
Full of romance and
Mysticism
I sang along
With blood in my eyes
And wandered at
The women I have
Loved
And would we still
Be together
If I was Bob Dylan
And was
Forever young.
But tomorrow will be
A day of anger
And hate
And I’ll sit in my car
And shout
Punk
Rancid songs
Out loud
At pedestrians
And driv...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 2:11 am
Freedom of the mind.
Flaming heads to muddled waters
Put them through to general quarters
The thoughts fly free
Giving truth the lee.
Lost minds unravel
As routes less travel
To places long ago
Places free to go.
Locked in patterns
Given to waste
When will we stop
Burning our world.
See this world
In complexity?
Try to see
The absurdity.
Sisyphus roll...
Monday 11th March 2019 3:43 pm
Spring
The sad eyes of winter
Turned slowly
To the doe eyed
Glances of spring
Birds sing
Vibrant song
And flutter
Newly freed wings.
The light creeps
Quietly, early.
And brightens
Another new morning.
The step lightens
With steady pace.
Its good sometimes
To be in the human race.
Monday 11th March 2019 2:01 pm
The Anti Shanty 2016
Take yer shanties and shove em.
Take yer white foam flying.
Take yer fair winds blowing.
Take yer furrows following fucking freely.
And shove em.
Yer songs about masts and sails
and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.
Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.
Unreal figures dancing and prancing.
Shove em.
The truth is filth and fury
lacking...
Monday 11th March 2019 2:16 am
Vancouver 24 hour of love 1980
Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed
The serial killer in our midst.
I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre
Across in rainy dank Vancouver
Her name was Mona,
Mona Bird
Yes lemon curds the rhymah.
And her mothers name was Mynah.
Occasionally worried about the strife
Cause she always carried a knife
Met her in a club in Gas-town
Vancouver city
The Orange...
Sunday 10th March 2019 8:29 pm
Scream me a proverb
Punch me a portrait
Kick me a scream
Throw me a lifeline
Pain me a dream
Breath me a mouthful
Exhale me a dot
Kill me twice over
Send me to rot
Hold my head under
Bleed me from eyes
Chop out my liver
Cover me in lies
Walk on beside me
While I feel myself run
Pour me your whiskey
From the mouth of a gun
Dig me up twice
Bury me a...
Thursday 7th March 2019 8:47 pm
My Son my sun
The cool clear beauty
that is your face to me.
The seeing of you
that made me feel free.
Your calm and kind smile
gentleness by the mile.
The strength of your mind
That made you so kind.
Your flyaway words
soaring like birds.
Swooping and gliding
wisdom abiding.
Your generosity of spirit
your kindness of soul.
Your limitless friendship
t...
Thursday 7th March 2019 1:03 am
Slice of heaven Sydney 1987
In a slice of Eastern heaven
in nineteen eighty seven.
I sat on twenty million dollars,
worth of paint
From on the Island.
Kowloon, Hong Kong.
Where poor people
see rich people stroll along.
My mate the bosun
Ng and I were close uns
We rolled together
In all the weather
Shipmates through and through.
I’m the officer and he’s the crew.
We k...
Wednesday 6th March 2019 4:25 pm
Spring
The sad eyes of winter
Turned slowly
To the doe eyed
Glances of spring
Birds sing
Vibrant song
And flutter
Newly freed wings.
The light creeps
Quietly, early.
And brightens
Another new morning.
The step lightens
With steady pace.
Its good sometimes
To be in the human race.
Wednesday 6th March 2019 1:22 am
Survival
Still still still day.
Still today.
Stiller then yesterday.
Yesterday was still.
Today is still stiller still.
Don't move, don't stir.
Just be still.
Just be there.
Wednesday 6th March 2019 12:27 am
New York 1979
Twenty years old
By six days
New boss on the line
I’m very cocky feeling fine.
“Have you travelled”…
“Of course I’ve travelled,
Ive been to Bridlington”.
“Good then New York
will be a doddle
for such a sophisticate”.
I say I can’t wait
But I feel like somethings bait.
Joining first big ship
Making such a primary trip
Making first flight
Eye’s ...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 6:57 pm
Mr Fate
I’m sad, Mr Fate is
No longer my mate
The back of my head
Sees red mist
And a wall
With a picture
Screaming in its
Asylum
Grey fat
Splat
Drips and slides
Wars late
Homicide
Hallucination
Suicide
Impulse is fun
But to be
Avoided.
Tuesday 5th March 2019 1:20 am
Duality
When I dance in my minds eye with angels.
And fear being deserted and alone.
I saw the old woman in the church yard
saying another goodbye at the same stone
painting another farewell scene of ancient love.
And I don’t fear that which lies beneath the grass
deep in soil and farewell clothes
and trinkets of memories sent on a journey
of hopeless hopes and boundless groundle...
Monday 4th March 2019 2:00 am
Cancer
When you have cancer
The world becomes smaller.
The world becomes hospitals.
Chemicals and Nabilone.
Hope and dreams to confess.
Free for you from the NHS.
So the world is smaller
Yet its also bigger.
Because the fight that you make
Is the same all over the world.
Unless its America.
Dollars mean care.
We get it for free.
Because some one made an NHS dare.
...Sunday 3rd March 2019 10:01 pm
Heart on fire
The flames licked eagerly at my heart
How long had we been apart?
It seemed a lifetime now
But truth bends in sad dismay.
I try to stare into infinity
But see just tomorrow before me.
Its all too late my psyche states
Its all gone its all to late.
My embalmed mind kisses
All that it misses and misses.
Florid in obscurity
Searching for that purity.
...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:57 pm
Recruitment Office 1979
I don’t know
How about that
I think you are
A bit of a twat
Ive lived a life
Ive lost some words
Grandma cooked
Lemon curds
She’d been bombed
Id been conned
Into the same
No one to blame
Oh wait
Yes there is
Her lemon curds
And mince pies
Meant more then
Their lies
That she learnt
In a blackout
I didn’t learn
In an office
With a sh...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 2:12 am
Grandad 1930
Granddad
Grand lad
Blanket row
to
East Yorkshire
Regiment
Battle garland
“Oppy wood”
18 yrs old
Covered in mud
Killing and dying
Mired in blood
Lived to
Be broken
Lived to be token
Of the man who
Left grandma’s house.
Became fist fighter
Became bare knuckle
Fighter
Champion
Drunkard
Champion of
Old Hull
With his
nake...
Saturday 2nd March 2019 8:33 am
Shame
Men women and children
Pushed behind a wall
A barbed wire fence
Starved of sustenance
Limited health care
Slow education
No job opportunities
Daily fear of death
Racial hatred
The constant anger
And fear of the gun
Made to live in squaller
Hopeless children
No place to call home
Summary execution
Crammed together
No hope no future
Soldiers always...
Friday 1st March 2019 12:03 am
Butlins Filey 1960 something.
The shed smells of shit
Its not a shed its a chalet
Its boxed happiness
Its freedom
From desolation
Its a summery
Destination
With a swimming pool
Full of polio
Cold shivering
skinny kid
Its the place
We leap
Like national sheep
Laughing in unison
Drunken fornication
Shimmering castigation
We were all happy
Happy happy happ...
Thursday 28th February 2019 8:01 pm
Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982.
Ah’ Chris mate,
What a fate,
We’d laughed
and cavorted
Before the fun.
I’d had sex
In Pompey
And lots of rum.
It’d take a lot
To make us run.
You in your engine room
Me in mine.
All seemed well
All seemed fine.
Your ship
Was knightly
Mine was grey
As we both looked
Out on that misty day.
We’d just spoken
Just said g’day.
From hundreds...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 11:24 pm
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
And falls to the fathomless earth
When the ground shakes
And it feels like rebirth
Do we look to the skies
With tear stained eyes
Or swallow the bread
And bury our dead.
Is life the only slot
To protect from this blinding spot
Or are we energy
To fly back to the heavens.
There’s no answer
Only faith to relive
The only a...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 7:44 pm
1982
Dressed as a pauper.
looks like a thief.
Pushing the boundaries
Of your disbelief.
The raggedy man
in raggedy pants.
Arguing loudly
incoherent rants.
Stares covered in shame
Thinking of different
things to blame.
Don’t talk to him
he’s only a tramp.
Stay away from
his miserable stance.
Heap your scorn
on his shambling form.
Never minding why
h...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 12:59 am
No title.
We looked at the fear
And asked its name.
But how could you bloody tell
When alls on to hell.
I looked out the window
And it looked back
All my belongings in a sack
I really couldn’t tell
A hessian bag filled with shit
I marched to the pipes
And lost her name
I knew it wasn’t quite a game
But how could I fucking tell
We all can go to hell.
M...
Monday 25th February 2019 9:41 pm
Valparaiso around Cape Horn 1985.
Bob Dylan
Guided people to their places
In the cemetery
Wearing a top hat
We were gone
Going
To Valparaiso
The Horn was sick and busy
I vomited my breakfast.
Pinochet welcomed us
With hands held out.
Marlborough and whiskey and
Threats with burp guns.
Dont mention Victor…
Don’t mention the Stadium de Santiago.
Don’t mention Pinochet
Dragging mind i...
Sunday 24th February 2019 11:11 pm
Tonight
What was tonight?
Whiskey and water.
Beer,
Arguments surreptitiously
Heard.
“My husbands a cunt.
But I stay with him.
He fucked the next door neighbour!
I told that bitch and she left.”
Cigarette passes between lips.
Smoke inhaled.
Scared of the night.
Afraid to leave,
Afraid to stay.
Lost in a miasma
Of friendship, love and fear.
Strangers awash in...
Sunday 24th February 2019 12:11 am
New York two 1980
Leaving the noise of yellow cabs
Touting for business
In poisonous fume filled ghetto
Egyptian American driver
“Here”
But not here
They say and stare
“Not here. Idiot”.
“Not here man”.
Stumbling life blind
Through the mists
And through the twists
And breathing the stinking air
Fetid furious oxygen theft
Buildings covered in art
1980 New York.
...Saturday 23rd February 2019 6:14 pm
Jack Dempsy's bar New York 1983
Oh god. Oh Dear.
A hangover in New York New York.
Small recollections through
hazes of alcohol pulsed pain.
Shaking fingers fumbling
for coffee and cigarette.
In a dark wood cased cabin
from sweat stinking bunk.
A million other people
who jerked through the same dance
Night before around the world.
I stepped in time with you.
On subways that fled past
...
Saturday 23rd February 2019 12:23 am
White light
When the bough breaks
And falls to the fathomless earth
When the ground shakes
And it feels like rebirth
Do we look to the skies
With tear stained eyes
Or swallow the bread
And bury our dead.
Is life the only slot
To protect from this blinding spot
Or are we energy
To fly back to the heavens.
There’s no answer
Only faith to relive
The only a...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:28 pm
I wrote this selection of Haiku after losing my son of 18yrs to teen cancer.
Tears flow face feathers
Wrapping the world in wet wings
Cradling hearts broken .
…………………………………..
Emptiness vacuum
Space floating in space floating
Stars shining for love.
…………………………………..
Smiling beautiful
Peaceful tranquility there
Rest now your heartsfists.
...
Monday 18th February 2019 7:30 pm
Homage to Shane
I saw a pot of gold
Sitting slumped by the road
He was beautiful and broken.
And shone with alabaster
Broken teeth and shame.
His words were gold.
He was rotting
In his prison
But still glowed
With all thats great.
Of the greatest of hungers.
He was Behan
He was Mangan
He was unshaven.
He flowed with a love
That only he could see
With fidd...
Monday 18th February 2019 5:20 pm
Life and death the only real question.
I am the undying
Forever flying
Lost in a dream of death.
The cigarette dances upon my lips
At four of the morning time
A time for mourning mime.
There is no sleep for the lost
I feel it deeply to my cost
Just to feel death so close.
The rope in my closet calls to me
All could be over all could be free
But it just won’t be.
I dream awake of n...
Thursday 14th February 2019 10:31 pm
Bach
I saw a barque
And it was painted in Rome
Where it called home
What a lark a baroque barque
The baroque barque was made
from trees stripped stark of covering bark
And as the shipwrights stripped
They made great wooden attack
To the haunting tunes of Sebastian Bach
What a lark to make a baroque barque
stripped of bark listening to Bach
A lofty matter when composin...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 1:07 am
Ugly
Take the ugly things
The twisted forlorn
Fallow empty cold
Ugly things.
The despised, feral
rancid vapid tepid
Broken things.
The ambitions
the contradictions.
that bastardise
humanity and
kick human frailty.
Into damaged things.
To progress on
Imagined ladder
built on the rotten
Wood of greed.
Greed ugly creed.
For recognition
and blind am...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 7:24 pm
Son
Son
Sun
Love
Sweet love
Lost
Pain deep
Mind
Heart
Torn asunder
Wonder
Deeper than
Deepest darkness
Son
Sun
Love
Pained behest
Unblessed
Godless
Lossless gone
To cosmos
Spiritual
Ancestral
No future
To gain
Within pain.
Son
Sun
Love.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 6:12 pm
Panama Love
Panama Love a short story.
The Panama canal is about 51 miles long. Constructed to save the hazardous and longer trip around the infamous Cape Horn. Its an engineering wonder! Made by man to connect the Atlantic sea with the Pacific Ocean it was started by the French in the eighteen hundreds who gave up because of the death rate among workers, it was finished by the Americans in the early ...
Monday 11th February 2019 11:53 pm
The Oxygen thief
Look its
Me
Please look
See
Me
I’m here so
You can see
Me
I’m loud
And here
Near
See me
And hear me
And see me
Its why
I’m me
Why I’m
Here
See me
Be there and look
At me
Hear me with
All your
Ears
And soul
Give me it
All
All your belief
All your relief
Its me
Here
The oxygen
Thief.
Monday 11th February 2019 5:09 pm
Soul?
The history of
Organised religions
Has never passed rent free
Its stressed in carven stone
Lost in craven moan
Soulless seeking souls
Reaching for a missing heaven
Misfits of recognition
Blighting of long tradition
Give them back their freedom.
Until its passed its kingdom
To face a faithless fate
Is not to miss the gate
For those that see the strife
Can...
Monday 11th February 2019 5:04 pm
Light
I'm awake
I'm white
Bright white
Light
Glowing
Growing
Freedom flowing
And I feel me
Conscious free
I fly
To the sky
To the stars
Another
Light
Pure good
Energy
Comes to meet
Flowing and free
Bright
The other light
Touches me
Warms me
And I feel
In my energy
“What took you so long dad”?
I feel a smile
And energy combined
In warm
Pure love
We floated free
To g...
Monday 11th February 2019 12:17 am
Stories to tell early 1980
Cathy was my friend.
I was twenty.
Cathy was twenty three.
she worked
at British Home Stores.
On the counter
where lipstick
and smells jostled.
Colours for the nose.
Candy for the eye.
She was pretty.
Very pretty.
We’d meet in
The pub.
“The Cheese”.
We’d drink.
We’d get stoned.
And go and
have sex.
We didn’t
make love.
...
Sunday 10th February 2019 11:05 pm
68 Grafton St 1977
We took acid
Saw things
We stumbled across
Hull university
Fields
With reds and yellows
Blues and glowing
Things floating
In our heads
So funny
We laughed
And called and yelled
And danced
And pretended
We were famous
Musicians
And we went home
We became a football team
And kicked the ball in
The living room
Where we did
Everythin...
Saturday 9th February 2019 6:15 pm
Fiery heart
The flames licked eagerly at my heart
How long had we been apart?
It seemed a lifetime now
But truth bends in sad dismay.
I try to stare into infinity
But see just tomorrow before me.
Its all too late my psyche states
Its all gone its all to late.
My embalmed mind kisses
All that it misses and misses.
Florid in obscurity
Searching for that purity.
...
Saturday 9th February 2019 5:37 pm
Lost love
Losing love is hard on the heart.
Sometimes we feel we’re coming apart.
Feelings of pain
Battle this stain
Its so hard to love and lose
Robert Johnson come sing the blues
Its not to separate heart from brain
As we battle scorned disdain.
Yet recovery stands and stairs in vain
We carry marks as left by Cain.
Loneliness is a dreadful spot
Seems to be a drea...
Saturday 9th February 2019 12:28 am
My Son
The cool clear beauty
that is your face to me.
The seeing of you
that made me feel free.
Your calm and kind smile
gentleness by the mile.
The strength of your mind
That made you so kind.
Your flyaway words
soaring like birds.
Swooping and gliding
wisdom abiding.
Your generosity of spirit
your kindness of soul.
Your limitless friendship
t...
Friday 8th February 2019 2:58 pm
Free the mind
Flaming heads to muddled waters
Put them through to general quarters
The thoughts fly free
Giving truth the lee.
Lost minds unravel
As routes less travel
To places long ago
Places free to go.
Friday 8th February 2019 12:49 am
Amsterdam 1982
In late Nineteen eighty two
i was feeling very frail.
And on this occasion
went a bit off the rails.
Not really knowing
Who I am
I took myself off
To Amsterdam.
There I met a mate
Who was a little bit gone
Always called himself
by the name of Mad John.
He set me up there
with a nice little number.
Something to do,
A nice little number.
...Wednesday 6th February 2019 8:31 pm
Reflection refraction.
Punch me a portrait
Kick me a scream
Throw me a lifeline
Pain me a dream
Breath me a mouthful
Exhale me a dot
Kill me twice over
Send me to rot
Hold my head under
Bleed me from eyes
Chop out my liver
Cover me in lies
Walk on beside me
While I feel myself run
Pour me your whiskey
From the mouth of a gun
Dig me up twice
Bury me a...
Wednesday 6th February 2019 8:29 pm
Kill Them All
Kill them all
Said the man
who sent
The man with
The vest
Kill them all
Said the man
Who ordered
The man
Who drives
The drone
Kill them all
Said the Sheik
To the pilot
Who hit
The tower
Kill them all
Said the man
To the pilot
Who commands
The B52 overhead
Kill them all
Said the man
Who recruited
The kids
...Wednesday 6th February 2019 3:36 pm
pub
Walked from the emptiness
of a grey cold flat
onto grey cold streets
made greyer by the seeping
misery of rain
that isn’t quite rain.
Walked the dank streets of oblivion
to a bar, the bar.
There’s the smiling faces.
Josh like a son
smiles and big brain
Big Mike with
gentlest smile on earth.
Dylan walking his own path
spreading happiness.
Kayde constant ...
Monday 4th February 2019 11:18 pm
Truths vanish
As history is written
Smoke wreathes around
Time upon time
The reflections of broken mirrors
The refractions of shards
Placed to trap dullards
Whose minds travel in a heard.
Truths vanish
Upon the alter of greed
Perceived greater need
For those to feed
Whose snouts already bleed
From trammelling in the seeds
Of victims final needs.
...
Sunday 3rd February 2019 11:22 pm
A night out in Jack Dempsy's bar New York. 1980.
Oh god. Oh Dear.
A hangover in New York New York.
Small recollections through
hazes of alcohol pulsed pain.
Shaking fingers fumbling
for coffee and cigarette.
In a dark wood cased cabin
from sweat stinking bunk.
A million other people
who jerked through the same dance
Night before around the world.
I stepped in time with you.
On subways that fled past
...
Sunday 3rd February 2019 10:11 pm
So I Hit Him
Granny
Grateful widow
Granddad
East Yorkshire Regiment
Misogynist with
Drink and fists
Uncle George
Uncle Ernie
Uncle Fred
Coldstream guardsmen
Aunty Frieda hard working mam
Aunty Jenny shop boss
My dad Dave
Uncle Tommy
In the shipyards
Mum a seamstress
Till I appeared
Ernie war hero
George boxing hero
Fred docking hero
Dad my hero
Gr...
Sunday 3rd February 2019 6:26 pm
They're Only Words.
Without the emotion that drives along our poetry they remain only words.
Everyones spitting gritting hitting shitting whimsical pastures of pestilential sepulchritude.
…Which is about someone spitting a dummy out and putting it back un-wiped in their gob.
The masterful mastication of the master masturbators morose onanism is entrenched entrancement
.…watching someone wank.
...Saturday 2nd February 2019 8:55 pm
Last Night.
What was tonight?
Whiskey and water.
Beer,
Arguments surreptitiously
Heard.
“My husbands a cunt.
But I stay with him.
He fucked the next door neighbour!
I told that bitch and she left.”
Cigarette passes between lips.
Smoke inhaled.
Scared of the night.
Afraid to leave,
Afraid to stay.
Lost in a miasma
Of friendship love and fear.
Strangers awash in ...
Saturday 2nd February 2019 8:46 pm
Life
The universe is very small now,
As broad as a tightrope.
As short as a thought.
We are tiny
As tiny as
………….’s
Floating in minds eye.
The world is small
Smaller than a mote.
And we balance on it
Lost but afloat.
Just.
The universe is anything.
The universe is anyone.
It can walk alongside you.
One day its your son or daughter.
Another its stars.
...
Thursday 31st January 2019 11:52 pm
Your seven.
Walking hand in hand
Your seven.
Wide eyes.
Big world.
Small warm hand
Reaches for and
Buries in my paw.
Mans hand, callouses and oil.
But still fists full of love.
Protection and love.
We kick leaves.
High
Golds and reds.
Asphalt coated
In browns and beauty.
The leaves fly up
Whirl and flow
Swirling
Unplanned patterns.
Stick to our shoes
...Thursday 31st January 2019 10:01 am
Boulevard (For my son).
The boulevard of broken dreams begins at the end of a snicket, with a shop selling guilt and poverty. Where, mostly men, scratch thin blue lines from short thin blue pens in short hopes of riches. Few walk out with happy visage.
Next an unsmiling heavily built, overly sweaty Armenian take away managers’ tattered emporiam. He exploits youngsters for their honest toil with pennies and always needs ...
Wednesday 30th January 2019 7:10 pm
Unholy
Got no
self respect
Walking low
like
An insect
Shadowy motes
Filed in
amygdlia
Shaking
In the belly
Craving
In the mind
Feel like
Im dying
Wish
I was dead
If I live
Till tomorrow
It’ll be a
Long time
Lost spark
shouts
Always dark
Want to
Run
No fun
Bring me
Life
Lost life
Forgotten
Life
Forever runni...
Tuesday 29th January 2019 9:53 pm
The end.
Wandering ferociously through crowds
Wondering verbally things out loud
Surrounded by the deafening thunder
People pushing people ripped asunder
Seeing visions in mile long stare
Hiding pain in vain despair
Feeling minutely like a number
Really dumber then the really dumber
Staggering on feet dragging in sand
Eat my mind its awful bland
Tongue is swollen with fat words of hate
Hearing ...
Monday 28th January 2019 11:43 pm
Friendship. Loss.
His hands shook
His face contorted
He fought with
His stomach
Every morning
Palsy’d whiskey
Into his coffee
At breakfast
Thought no one
Noticed
As his new day
Was inhaled past
His vomit rotted
Teeth.
His breath stunk
His skin was
pallid
He hadn’t washed
His eyes
Were like
Dark
Stained glass
Portholes
As he peered
Ou...
Monday 28th January 2019 7:31 pm
Memento Mori
Splashing along
Past the wall
Behind which
The off white
Ageless
Stones stare
Back at
Wanderers
And seekers
And pilgrims
And guests
Memento Mori
Seeking words
In ancient
Tomes
From long lost
Homes
And forgotten
Names
Of every type
And custom
And history
Memento Mori
All the fears
Drawing near
Reduced by
Atheism
Dodging hellfire
Fear of
Not arriving
At final de...
Monday 28th January 2019 7:27 pm
We loved you all
Ive seen the smiling beautiful faces of precious youth
Taking fear and horror by its loathsome breath
Who washed themselves clean of its stain
With nothing more then countless courage
And disdainful acts of random kindness.
Ive seen the happy gentle porcelain faces of our very best
The ordinary made extraordinary by the casually vile
Who stared into the face of blackened ...
Sunday 27th January 2019 7:45 pm
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