Started on 31 Jan 201525 poems
The man wanders year upon year
guided by blind hope
driven by restlessness
Dark skies in the middle of the day
Rain blowing in gales across fields
We live in a world full of blindness,
Everyone is looking,
Yet lacking kindness, Ignorance has
A cauldron of doubts and anxieties,
Simmering away, bubbling.
A growl that gets
how do I feel?
like the waves on the shore
they come and go, but never cease to exist
An early morning awakening.
Past and present merge.
I’m in an unfamiliar
in the crushing solitude of night
as I lie in bed
I will close my eyes
fragile captive birds.
Caught by violent nets.
Held in prisons made of threats.
The car starts to slow its pace,
Weaving down a trail with bumps in the ground,
She's anonymous, irrelevant,
and it's made her malevolent.
She tries and tries to make them
Mancunian, musical, multi-cultural Metropolis.
Artisan, artistic, ancestral
Indeed her mark
on history has stayed.
And was this girl foretold?
When you think of beauty,
She was the only reference
When you, think of style,
its when you relive
that time someone
did you wrong;
a Mobius Strip of hatred
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk,
but no flowers grow on it.
– Vincent Van
My but this is a decadent jolly,
Business Class, no less, once again.
I’ll have a Champaign
Even when the sun is up I experience darkness.
The pain is there, but can't be seen like the
I am the deceiver, and I am here to deceive
Give yourself to me and I will receive you.
I had traded my sanity for intelligence.
A mind filled with impure thoughts, how can
I combat an
Runaway, ignore the voices that are telling you to stay.
They are the hunters and you are the
Head down, heavy and tired, brain in overdrive,
Imagining everything and nothing.
Mouth dry as
The gallant youth
Paid in advance
For all the letters
After his name.
(A defence of my profession)
We needed refreshing:
We went through the regular ritual
She felt the ebbing tide
And went to the loch shore
To gather sea shells.
She last saw
My leg itches at night.
My fingers sprout nails
To probe beneath
Down to lower