What was once forgotten is remembered just the same lessons learned made vivid old names cried out in vain Moments long made history alive in present tense undead steps to dead ends too late for recompense Old journeys are now over tracks lost in choking dust with the next step […]
Poetry
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‘No Cure for Shell Shock’ – bonus points if you remember the poem that name comes from – is my newest work in progress. At the moment it’s about 70% of the way to completion, give or take, without including the design, editing and formatting side of things. It’s definitely […]
When footsteps are coming closer I play a vacant hand numb to desperate feelings in silence I have planned and when the shadows start to part and shy eyes look on mine I hide behind fake blindness stifle love with fear sublime But when she starts to walk away and […]
A breeze has no purpose no desires and no needs just a vaguely drifting impact in the rustling of leaves The waves have no meaning no questions asked, no pleas but the rocks that it crumbles fill an endless sea And a person has no focus no matter what they […]
You feel yourself dying step by step but in the stasis even death is life, only death is life a challenge to the ending when the middle grows oblique when the beginning is forgotten and the story feels weak The narrative is endless though despite what you might think and […]
The looming grey of certainty was all that could be seen and all that it provided was a routine made obscene Want to see more? Sign up to my monthly mailing list, few seconds of your time and it makes a big difference to me… [mc4wp_form]
When I chance to think of beauty I choose a sweaty arse I choose some unwashed panties a human lack of class Because once I was a dreamer who saw just perfect skin and the price that we all pay for that is an ignorant one’s sin We make the […]
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 […]
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 […]
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.