It wasn’t caged it did not hide nor deny it’s rightful place It wasn’t new it wasn’t found it came through no new grace It wasn’t yours to gift to me nor any bodies else’s But still I found it though never hoped to discover long lost faces In memories […]
Poetry
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Nothing became the action Nothing became the word Exhausted of all content Nothing was all they heard — For more from me you can check out my collection No Cure for Shell Shock – available in paperback and digital formats. Or you can try any of my other work here – variously available as ebooks […]
I promised your love an offering to myself which you said was true I feasted my soul on that loving foundation safe against tremors Secure in my gift I felt no fear in your doubt I saw only security And so I built on extending towers of self with us […]
I was not alive until I wrote my own birth to start writing death I was not yet dead until the pen left the page and I found silence If nature made me then I will remake nature and claim my new birth I grew to fill pages and shrunk […]
In the sudden glow of fortune the half light of discontent the darkened shades of mourning and starlight of lone laments in the burning forgotten embers of loving words now spent and the blazing flames of glory when we were what we present in the flickering glow of quiet times […]
Blades revolving in internecine clashes killing light denying fleeting peace, assuring violent serenity in steel sweeps slicing with dismembering blows at already scattered limbs which long for convalescence between shafts of broken sun which show all but heal nothing
Bury me, eclipse me, consume me, draw blood and steal flesh, drain all that I have leave waste you bestow on ignored lice eager to feed on poor leavings Rigid and frail though my bones emerge un-cracked, if scarred, from the gluttonous onslaught and within them lies marrow, the final […]
It’s the end of days or so they say in corridors of power The Devil he rode in to town shot the Sheriff, ran him down he came in with a soulless swagger full of spite and sinner’s glamour a punishment sent from below surrounded by a strange dark glow […]
In beauty I saw them in beauty they lived and just for a second they had all I could give But the real sorry truth of the human endevour is that nothing like beauty can last forever
What monsters are we? What monsters to stare at the barbed and crushing cruel and devouring dead and decayed reflections of our own comfort and cry disgust setting thick lines and stark colours as clear divides between ourselves and what we say should never be but is, eternally and always […]