And as I came to realize,

What I knew, a strange surprise,

The truth was just before my eyes,

Not all live, but always dies.

I catch a mere reflection,

Of myself, in window pane,

Should I look upon such sorry sight,

I may never look again.

No longer is it shackled,

Nor kept quiet in a cage,

It's time to feed the monster,

To now, release the rage.

I don't like

you

this

conversation,

My mind

flits

away

like a disturbed

fruit

fly,

Then I miss

your

comment,

Trouble returns,

Rewind

repeat.

She stood, she smiled, I melted,

Then suddenly she left,

My heart could barely beat again,

My life, my love, bereft

A scent of blood,

Draws them near,

Beware the dark,

You're right to fear.

First

mere faint lines,

Adding pressure

gradually,

Over time,

Causing skin

to redden

scratch,

Then

cut

bleed,

heal

scar.....

I went to the seaside,

But the sea I did not see,

Such a shame the tide was out,

Leaving only sand for me.

A little glass,

Red wine's the cure,

There's time for one,

Then several more.

My friend she is in hospital,

She's feeling not too great,

They say her heart is beating,

At a most peculiar rate,



So they've given her some medicine,

And told that she must rest,

They will have to keep her wired up,

I suppose that they know best.



I wonder what the cause is,

To make her so unwell,

It's a good job I'm no doctor,

As I don't think I could tell.



Perhaps she is too stressed out,

Perhaps work is too hard,

Perhaps it is the whiskey,

And the late night poker card.



Perhaps it is the pizza,

Served hot with nice cold beer,

That is the reason she is there,

And sadly not  back here.



I hope that you feel better soon,

And are back to your mad best,

Chatting like a monkey on speed,

But for now, it's time to rest.

Somewhere from a near past time,

I recall an easy smile,

It's harder though as days go by,

For it's been such a long while.

Hello Spring,

It's been a while,

The blossom's here,

As is my smile

The evening brings forth broken song,

I ask for whom they sing,

A tune that meanders along,

What pleasant joy it brings

As frost bites the new found shoots of green,

Poking through dark soil,

Will Winter **** all chance of life,

Bright blooms too quick to spoil.

A life that is much simpler,

Without sorrow, without pain,

Maybe I should pull the plug,

And look to start again.

If everything were easy,

It may not feel so great,

Yet when everything is difficult,

Life's an unforgiving state.

Crisp and crunchy Thursday morning,

The grass it seems to gleam,

The birdie bath is frozen deep,

The fence, well I see steam.

My head is often hurting,

For I often over-think,

I wish that I could switch it off,

But that would cause a stink

I'll raise a pint of Guinness,

There's little else to say,

Let's drink, dance and be merry,

On this St Patrick's Day.

Lackadaisically lazy,

Freethinking state-of-mind,

Purposively pensive,

Generously kind.



Occasionally cautious,

Heavy set, a belting beard,

Despicably dizzy,

And wonderfully weird.

Yesterday was sunny,

Yet today it's sadly grey,

Strange how little yellow dots,

Can make you feel this way.

On Sunday I find myself cursed,

By the drink I had last night,

My head it pains, like frozen rain,

My eyes adverse to to light.

Tired limbs,

Tired eyes,

I'm tired again,

That's no surprise

I fear the end,

When should it be,

Control of,

My own destiny.



I fear the end,

It's mine to choose,

To battle on,

Or simply lose

Whenever I use gadgets,

Afterwards I've often wept,

It's not that I'm emotional,

Just technically inept.

Every hour, on the hour,

She's visited by men,

I haven't sat and watched all day,

But I'll still counted ten

Fed up with criticising souls,

In all I see or do,

It's easier to criticise,

Than do right, over to you.

A tired smile,

A knowing stare,

The times he wished,

He wasn't there.

There's a person who lives 'cross the way,

What she does I could't say,

But men come round there every day,

Last time I'm sure I saw one pay.........

Closed at 10am,

With customers outside,

Opening at 12pm,

By then the interest's died.




*Sometimes I feel as a blogger, like a shopkeeper with no customers. It isn't that I want people to buy anything, but it would be nice to have a few folk wander in and browse for a while. We may not have free WiFi, but we could always just talk to each other.......

The gloom that clouds our Monday,

Cast shadows 'cross our hearts,

We toil at tasks that we despise,

Whilst our loved ones are apart.

As the weekend fast approaches,

I reach my hand up high,

Raise my favourite wine glass,

Then drink my wine goodbye

I cannot face tomorrow,

Nor can I live today,

Something has to change soon,

I can't go on this way.

I'm sitting, waiting for demise,

No shoes, nor any socks,

As time continues on its march,

To the sound of ticking clocks.

How can me not knowing,

Be worse than being told,

Fearing the worse, it is a curse,

That'll plague me 'til I'm old.

Time gentleman please he cried,

He rang last orders bell,

I should have been home hours ago,

One more then, what then hell

Cold shudders that then crunch the bones,

Fingers numb, shaped bent by pain,

Unable to now hold an eye,

I wish for time again.

Blood clotted tissues,

Full of blood

clotted

tissue,

I find

myself

waiting,

In the

waiting room....

Again.

I'd like a tasty toastie,

Filled with scalding hot cheese,

The sort of food that burns your mouth,

Yet somehow continues to please.

Today it will be different,

I don't care what people say,

I'll do my best, and stuff the rest,

Goodbye to yesterday

When I was quite little,

I wanted to be old,

I realised as time passed by,

I was wrong, if truth  be told.

Too many times I've failed to act,

Too many times sat still,

To find myself alone too much,

Too cold to feel the chill

I'm too tired,

To sleep,

Devoid of energy,

Yet energised,

Fraught with worries,

Downed by despair,

I am too tired,

To sleep.

Nature's transformation,

As the hills

woods,

and glens

are shepherded into

their seasonal

changing rooms,

each coming

out

entirely

unrecognisable.

Once more I find myself alone,

Sat, over-thinking all,

For once will my poor mind just rest,

And not for thoughts will trawl,

A cold and frosty Monday morn',

Heads down, we look at feet,

Would not a three day weekend,

Just be an ideal treat?

Trees shed,

Leaves fall,

World hears,

Nature's call.