Cruelty is born in an instant indifferent cold While love takes a lifetime maturing in deep buried folds aborted with ease and painful in birth the harshness consumes it before it touches Earth And we all are the Mothers and Fathers of sin we contain all the seeds of evil […]
Dylan
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Around the world there are various enclaves of desperation. Where desperate conditions force choices on those who live there and desperate strangers seek to take advantage of that. Well, I say ‘desperate’ strangers but perhaps that’s too generous a judgement, perhaps cruel or manipulative or malicious would be better words […]
By which I obviously don’t mean ‘abstinence’ in the dull, Christian, Johnny-sinned-when-he-touched-himself way but in the political sense of abstaining from a popular vote. Elections here in the UK are looming ever larger on the horizon and, this time round, with the colourful, folksy bigotry of UKIP and big haired, […]
If home is where the heart is this one’s freezing cold filled with failing heroes trapped in an icy mould Dreaming of the roles they’d play but stumbling for words for that secret string of actions to make their true selves heard uncertain of the casting, while extras seem absurd […]
The weeds had overgrown his eyes again. It happened from time to time. He’d have to sweep them away sooner or later. But the struggle to master seldom used muscles and limbs to the task was more effort than living with a denied sense. That the green tendrils had slowly weaved […]
Just a heads up to mention that I’ve had a few poems published over on The Stare’s Nest – a poetry site with an optimistic bent focused on the run up to the UK elections. Might be familiar stuff to readers of this site but worth a look anyway.
It’s not the unknown minefield that you have to tread with care it’s the same old barren wasteland where the bombs are all laid bare Because the scars of new explosions are a potential yet unseen but the wounds that were inflicted fuel a pain that is still keen And […]
The Author, he approaches jaw all frozen stiff lips a bloody grimace his tongue averse to risk his eyes a dead eyed challenge to the world to be a myth his hands two tired instruments worn down from all the grift His past’s already written the future held in mind […]
In the small wee hours of tomorrow morning I’ll be boarding a plane to Marrakech, off and away for a few weeks of badly planned, poorly funded wandering around North Africa. And the second I realise that I’m actually going I’m almost certainly going to be looking forward to it. A big part […]
Dedicated to the two thousand recently murdered by Boko Haram in Nigeria. No act of religion and no act of an evil ‘other’. Just a reaction by the same voices as echo across the rest of the world, those who seek to divide, suppress and control humanity in the service […]