Poem By Paul Brookes

Why do you believe said God
I died in the big bang.
all you hear are echos on the wind.

your twisting of my words.
you killed me with your prayers
each day I die on the sunset
but I cannot be reborn
the dead never rise except in longed for wishes.

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Times A Wasting

The future ain't what it used to be',
well the days get longer but the years shorter.
the cliched light at the end of the tunnel gets nearer;


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don't be seen.
wrap up tight into a hedgehog ball
spikes, spikes, spikes.

Ludicrous Is Love

thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese.

scudding silver sails of cloud elude capture
as the stars look down miffed and mysterious,

Homage To The Romantics

life graphs of ups and downs a chains of reason to capture man
to lose his very innocence
made mental madnesswith a circle of woven ice,
to freeze the fevered brain.

The Sacrifice

they burned books in the square
words winging heaven wards,
angels tears dried in the heat
scalding in the rage from below.

Musical Drips

rains incessant
all morning falls
skies fifty shades of grey
the gutters overflow, a Niagara