The atmosphere is atomised fear
Your cant full of four letters
War decreed and now we bleed
Forgiveness owns two debtors
Just hanging on a hangover
Begin the counterclaims
Each a zeppelin filled with adrenaline
Ready to go up in flames
We've been here before you / I
And this mirrored glass
My ugly reflection devoid of affection
Always a snake in the grass.
Trapped with another violent prisoner
Who torments their cell "mate"
Full of sin but, which would get in
To that approaching pearly gate?
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
Coconuts fall behind me
and
As I gaze across the sea
Feels like I've been here
For an eternity
How I miss that feel
of
That concrete, glass and steel
Suited enslavement
Trudging down the pavement
Oceans of faces consigned
to
Microwave meals on their mind
Future holidays in the sun
Oh, the anticipation
Coconuts fall behind me
and
As I gaze across the sea
Feels like I've been here
For an eternity
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Cheap flowers in the sink
A card with lies cast in the bin
Beers are frosting in the freezer
Shivering next to the ice cream
I scream
You scream
The neighbours bang the wall
A framed photo whizzes past my head
A family behind shattered glass
I turn to leave
Insults fly
I want you in my past
Exit hysteria
Outside another world
The curtains twitch across the street
What are they looking at?
Life?
What have I become
Sirens in the distance
Run you idiot run
Door crashes behind me
I spin to see that maniacal grin
Thrusting your fists toward my gut
Something sharp breaks the skin
The world slows on its axis
Just like the first moment I saw you
And as I slip from consciousness
Your enraged blood splattered face
has never looked more beautiful
So full of life
Farewell my valentine
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
Lost in an unfamiliar home, deep inside a book
In the comforting glow of that lamp that stood...
Standing to attention in that gloomy nook
The words jumbled & spun on that page
So I slammed shut the book
Above me burned a coil of tungsten
Blazing bright
White
And from it
Every angle burst its miracle of light
Beams/ waves destined for far off places
But shackled by the shade
Mocked by the tasselled trim
Harnessed by the braid
My mind wanders...
It is a marvel of our age
That we choose to create lamps so bright that they need a shade
That they need to be shaded
Those lamps can't shine so bright
For without the shade the dark won't creep in and we wouldn't be aware of the night.
I step outside
Into that night
Shadows cast by the city street lights
Down that dank alley
Lives an uncelebrated man
In a tattered box with faded damp
Barely noticed
Camouflaged
To most he's just another jaded *****
If only they could see
He
They
We
Individually tailor the shade for our lamp
Privately (inside translucent shields) we all burn bright.
Shaded by fear and notions of what's wrong and right
Right and wrong
Wrong and right
Creations of those that had the strength to fight
Not by the humbled, battered and bruised
Too shaded to raise a blazing revolutionary fist
Too fractured, hungry and confused
Afraid of the attention caused from cries for any justice
Instead
Inside my head
I imagine I have my own bed
A good book
An cosy reading chair
And a lamp standing to attention with its thousand-yard stare
Staring out to the ever rising seas
Cometh the great submerging eviction
Mass migrations fleeing war, famine & filthy camps
Oceans rise and tears fall with whispered benediction
How many of you will become degraded tramps
But we just keep insisting that it is farflung fiction
Back to my box and its faded damp
Silhouettes of four impatient horses appear on an windswept horizon.
This false paradise we live in with its twisted ergonomics?
Should we really sit and wait for the catastrophes to appear?
Surely we are collectively able to create a smarter economics?
Or is it just easier continuing to accept living in fear?
Because when all is accounted for
All the pros and cons have been weighed
What matters most
Is not the brightness of your lamp
But your choice of shade.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
Bring back the wolves, nature's balance has gone astray
The ancient flowing water is carving a new way
Reds and Roes are rampant, stripping blade, stalk and leaf
Diversity is dwindling, the knife is in its sheath
Bring back the wolves, not those that shoot for "sport"
Untame mother nature with her sharpest retort
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Parched and lost on the wild moor
Every limb swollen and sore
This journey had taken its share of soul
Then from the east paradise strode
Rains fell and seed was sowed
Two animals sharing the same goal
Our love dried with the rising sun
I dug a deep and bridgeless canyon
A divide and mutual water hole
I watched as she poisoned our well
yet I drank and went straight to Hell
Her tearless eyes always in control
Cast back on that baron moor
Weaker but wiser than before
Only half of a wretched whole
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
Powder, lip gloss and dilated pupils
Rolled up notes and cheap thrills
Somewhere near the beginning of the end
Your worst enemy is your best friend
It's alright, it's just a phase you're going through
In the urban sprawl it's what you've gotta do
because....
You're a crowd pleaser, out to please
begging for friends, on your knees
You're a crowd pleaser with the latest bent
pleasing friends that are just for rent
You're a crowd pleaser, a fresh appetite
with a heavy pocket that'll soon be light
...
Wake up, leave, while they laugh with you
Exit and pay yourself what you are due
Leave before your whole soul is sold
Start a new chapter before this one's old
As you leave the sparkle and the geezers
Enter stage right the fresh crowd pleasers.
...
They're a crowd pleasers, out to please
begging for friends, on their knees
They're a crowd pleasers with the latest bent
pleasing friends that are just for rent
Just crowd pleasers, they're up all night
Lines not solitude (their primary fright)
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Dizzy daydream
Falling to the sky
Fizzing fingertips
It's too late to cry
Muscle spasms
Invisible straight-jacket
Anvil on my breast
Brokkr strikes the red hot gibbet
Sparks fly
Into the sooty black
Anvil cracks
There's no turning back
Dimming embers
Just a feeble glow
Black soot freezes
Falls as bright white snow
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Powder, lip gloss and dilated pupils
Rolled up notes and cheap thrills
Somewhere near the beginning of the end
Your worst enemy is your best friend
It's alright, it's just a phase you're going through
In the urban sprawl it's what you've gotta do
because....
You're a crowd pleaser, out to please
begging for friends, on your knees
You're a crowd pleaser with the latest bent
pleasing friends that are just for rent
You're a crowd pleaser, a fresh appetite
with a heavy pocket that'll soon be light
...
Wake up, leave, while they laugh with you
Exit and pay yourself what you are due
Leave before your whole soul is sold
Start a new chapter before this one's old
As you leave the sparkle and the geezers
Enter stage right the fresh crowd pleasers.
...
They're a crowd pleasers, out to please
begging for friends, on their knees
They're a crowd pleasers with the latest bent
pleasing friends that are just for rent
Just crowd pleasers, they're up all night
Lines not solitude (their primary fright)
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Written there
in your eyes
the neon light of deceit.
Your focus
is all askew.
Is honesty obsolete?
Two sparkling Swarovski crystals
Fooling nobody but you
Turns out diamonds aren't forever
least not their tone or hue
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC