He wept and whined and waded and that anon,
She whooped and jeered and spurned him on.
He cried and lied but still could not find
She cursed and beat and forced him on.... more »
Burning pyres in shadowed woods,
Shapes with horns and hooves and wings
Darkness fights his eternal struggle,... more »
I had a friend,
He had the bends,
Nitrous oxide stole his heart.
He was a woman... more »
Oh it's a rabbit who had a habit
of popping LSD
He ate the growing mushroom
And threw up in my bed...room... more »
I did not take it in my mind
This rumour myself shall not bind
I will fight and fly
This internet lie.... more »
Merrions wood try as it should
Will get eaten up.
Vast estates, puddles and crates
Miose threateningly.... more »
Attempt At Dialect 1
All pain it were gone, wi' jaded ol
Up de tatty creak.... more »
Early Morning Hopes
The bags under my eyes show that I care,
They're not from sleepless nights but being aware,
To see the morning rise oh so fair,
I would gladly wake the night for sunshine flare.... more »
I Will Love You Till The Day I Die (Love Songs Of A Cancer Patient)
We awake cushioned by the down of your quilt,
A single eye shimmers by the moon.
You turn and think thoughts so mindless
Lick your lips,... more »
Little Inconsistencies And Non-Rhymes
This urban hell, This ode to life
A burning well is but strife
A sulphurous ditch with inner daemons... more »
The month of May
Sowing of hay
After the plough
Has left he's scars.... more »
Melancholy Wintertime Thoughts
Its cold outside and the fire
Crackles in the hearth, sends forth
Merry sparks to conceal you from
the dark.... more »
Thinking of the sun
And thinking on the run
Its a silent whistle
That stops your dog... more »
Prayer (Of A Kind)
Think no more of me
For with the birds I shall be free,
And if my God is truer than yours (for your
Sake I pray he is not)... more »
To sleep and to slumber,
In a nice warn bed,
To live but a dream and only be a head,
To have no thoughts to have no wants... more »
Take off that gold dress, you do not need it
Do not try to improve what God will not,
Would seraphim hide behind a veil?
Would you dilute yourself to no end?... more »
The Old Ways
''Who is the one with many eyes'' he asked
''That is Journo the sad one, do not stare too closely''
''and him whose skin is like a dark portal and mutters a language I know not of''
''Ah he is of the older ones and is as a mountain in height, he speaks the tongues of dead gods and is called Antero Vipunen''... more »
Snow storms down,
Gulls flap around,
Homes tinted white.
Tall pillars of strength loom out of... more »
The Wolf Brighton
The wolf Brighton Carl Memorex
Gurned chips and toast
Burnt the most.
Saw him last... more »
What Makes I
What makes I, and what makes you and what makes us do what we do.
Why don't I think like you and what makes you think like you do?
What is it that I visit every time we share a look,... more »
Your View On Poetry
Your mind is closed,
Sealed to the truth
The speech of others is to you but lies
Poetry is truth, poetry is life.... more »