........Reminiscing Autumn Love
It was under this now burnt tree I buried you under
A pile of Autumn leaves, I rememer you sqealing
With the delight of a girl who had just found love.
That special moment that enables us to ignore... more »
....An Old Man Laments
Too long have we battled through storms
made by the force of our finely matured anger.
Often have we scooped up shards of broken
dreams, shattered by the sadness of our reality.... more »
Pissing into an overflowing pool
someone snorts and sighs
opening the door I see the fool
he seems to have my eyes.... more »
She hovers like a lonely lost cloud
I have no rope long enough to reach her
She begs for rescue but the wind is to loud
She fades into the distance like a falling feather.... more »
Me old man only ever eld me once
before he closed the door forever.
I always had hope in my other father
Santa, thinking he would love me more.... more »
....To Destroy The Mockingbirds Nest
'I feed my young with words from the softest soil
I trouble the old with tales of horror and turmoil'.... more »
...Fishing With Hope
Cast your line of hope out into the void
See not the journey but the landing.
Inverted drops clinging onto nothingness... more »
...Tear Down The Barriers And You May Find A Friend
It seems my friend that the written word
Will not save you from the inevitable
What you wanted was a saviour
what you found was a circled path.... more »
...Twitching Offspring (A Father's Love)
how you mirror my past.
seething with disdain... more »
..Sobriety Is For The Sensible And Unselfish.
although cleaner and clearer inside
this two tone heart continues to beat
with agitated boredom.... more »
..White Butterflies Are Black Reminders
Caught up in summers
we waltzed to the rhythms of our past.
Feet fell upon feet.... more »
./. I Could'Ve Been A Poet
too long have we battled through the storms
clearing the debris with weary fingers, scooping
up shards of broken dreams, shattered by the
sadness of our reality. the children are no more... more »
.beauty That Binds, Thorns That Defend.
Among the suffocating weeds
of this overgrown city I found you.
Defiant in your beauty, shielding
yourself from the ever emerging... more »
.death Of An Uncle And The Melted Lego Man
I had just begun to understand
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, Death was something that
happpened to members of my family that... more »
.fragilities (Part 2- Love)
Harbouring desires, she presses
her breast upon the lightly scented
linen. Folding clothes, robotic in her
movement, she feels foreign hands... more »
Two hundred feet below the
prostitutes are pruning whilst
the punters are prowling,
Like hunters on safari... more »
.scarecrows Of Light
Upon the endless spine
of motorway they challenge
the black of night.
Those that burn... more »
.somewhere In The Distance He Lives A Settled Life
Deep valleys upon your battle scarred face
Fuelled on devils snow and sweet strong cider
Limping like a wounded fox
you clambered up the unforgiving stairs.... more »
.the Circle Of Discontent
Within the grasp of the four unremarkable
walls silence forced us to talk, torturing our
thoughts into revealing themselves.
The faintest if noise became a cannon boom... more »
.the Tragedy At The Summer Music Concert
The proud hum of anticapation
murmured from every mothers
Orchestral tuning teased... more »
1. An Introduction To Life, Love, Loss, And Death
shattering the fragile peace of sleep... more »
1. The You's You Leave Behind
On this table is your comb
curled round its teeth is your hair
upon your hair is your scent.... more »
1.The First Drop Smile To The Last Drop Shatter.
the unmanned boat drifts across oceans
a lslave to the will of the sea, passing shores
and winking lights. Never shall it return,
in time it will rot, open up, surrender.... more »
14. Do Not Judge Me On The Entrance
Do not judge me on the entrance I make
No, judge me when I enter the exit.
First impressions are for the laziest of minds.
Let us turn our backs on time,... more »
16. Sam, Sam 5am
Two hundred feet below the prostitutes are pruning
whilst the punters prowl the sidewalks. Like hunters
they scan the street looking for their catch.
Down dark alleyways the midnight creatures skim... more »