I more than exist because I can walk
over hills, past crows
I overthrow wildernesses
with more than a bucket or *****
self belief needs to be stoked
ask any tractor any novice device
the firmament is more than a suspended thought
its in the actuality of enjoying life
the seed in us all.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Masking tapes covers cracks
yet you still broke into a rave
it's the opposite of intentioned order
unsupported barricades buckle
the town sphere makes no sense.
Barbiturates bitters the night,
strangely forlorn as inner suppression
gives no truth.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Skittles dance between my tears
friends from down Purley
have flown.
The Meccano club having lost its secrets
too far gone into the past
to scoop tomorrow.
Falling roundabouts and inhibitions
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Your smile scatters wide,
as the sun shines beholding
your always tomorrow.
Enthralled by sincerity
your eyes,
enraptures persuasion
by the strolling grass
and erstwhile desire
we've motioned high.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
your bare shoulders remind me of a packaged holiday
to a far off destination.
Your blonde hair denotes tender promises,
that I should now be with you,
due south on a whim
matching the open canvas of your
azure dress
guided by your slender turns.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
Fugit Fumus dived into a basket
of oysters just to make the ***
the underbelly of transformation
bodes unwise for this colloquial soul
Cloistered Lisa lost her circumspection
when she settled for dystopic Dan
from such a wretched family
with pneumatic drills
they'd rather shutter than amend
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Togetherness will comfort the moon
her shadow waits eagerly
to unite lovers on an equal plain
whose earnest thoughts are reflections
on a dewy bead of rain
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
The long boats labour through the docks
sons and daughters shadows cast
upon fathers thoughts
too soon he left his wives side
their children unused to his spoken words
under thatched roof ,
her ache fights the missing
whole she married.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
We realign ourselves to the vassal
and with pitch forks attack
that demon dressed in black,
her pearl necklace spurs avarice
she bleeds from open spores,
Almighty spare us contamination
her rust knows no ends,
by the myriad dusk
those shadowed wings
are her guiling answer
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
If I spoke too openly
or had enlarged on what was needed
I twice apologize,
were my plans too profligate,
was it right to want to flourish ?
I can offer no more than my envisaged platform
to safeguard the sedum and bearded iris
that had lost to a profusion of ivy and bramble .
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC