What you learn in childhood remains with you forever.

Rogue poet gone feral
watching from the wilderness-
all the self-deluded circumstances
of civilisation.

borrowed energy
stolen goods
a last breath.

Fading away
Like tears in the rain
My mind used to act like a shadow that hides when its late
I wandered through dreams
With no escape to be seen

But since I met you
The rain no longer teems
It still falls
But its softer
Like your lips on my cheek

I am in love with you
More than I could ever explain
Tonight let us meet in the depths of our dreams

Friday shopping

The farmer and I went shopping every Friday
(horse and cart) to a small town at the lowland, the shop had a stable.
This place had no café or bars; the farmers congregated in the stable
And drank from a bottle.
The farmer in an expansive mood gave pennies to buy ice-cream
It was not much of an ice- cream; I walked around looked into shop windows
Selling things, I would not dream of buying.
When I came back the cart has fully loaded the staff in the shop had
Seen to this, outside the town the farmer fell asleep I took the rain.
When we came to the steep hill, the horse stopped I had to get off and help push.
On the home stretch, the farmer woke up, took the rain chewed tobacco
And looked sober as a priest a Sunday morning.

Voiced brain connections
lit up like a Christmas tree,
from a strangled throat,
babies cry and gurgle
a carrot and a stick
makes the World go round
starvation and violence
sanctions and war
neither ever resolve,
'What's wrong with this beautiful World'