alarm goes off late
late for a date
all plans to be burnt
thought i'd have learnt
ice cold shower
milk turned sour
it's one of those days
car won't start
scramble in the dark
so ****** tired
i'm gonna be fired
was it something i said?
wrong side of bed?
bills due today
more work , less pay
run , i must
missed the bus
show me the way
like a needle in the hay
it's nose to tail
know i'm gonna fail
feel like a fight
but i'm far too polite
sitting on the fence
with no intent
life's a farce
you can stick it up your ….
metaphorically speaking of course

The lightest breeze sighs and sings from such shallow breath.
Hand held, holds on tight with the slightest , smallest grip.
You bring with you nothing but the purest innocence of youth.
Passed over by pressures of peers , by heresy or bigotry .
It's not hereditary .
Colour , creed , size or handicap means little to your ignorance.
Worry not of any of the worries.
Nothing could be further from your mind.
To you , equal equals equal , a level playing field of life.
It's so simple that simplicity makes it simple.
You start forgiven and absolute.
Blank sheets , new beginnings.
Live well , live long , find love…...

dear photograph
dear picture
dear memories
dear love
i miss you…...

we're this close
that far away
i know you
don't know you at all
it's difficult
it's simple
it's beautiful
not knowing
i like it here...........

in death it had a certain beauty
that almost matched it's life
silhouette upon a moon light canvas
varicose veins across the sky
it's gnarled and craggy fingers
forking tributaries to the night
clawing, reaching, fighting
for width, for space, for height
spreading, searching, writhing
in a twisted wave goodbye

Brings consequences to doorsteps,
before attention to them is paid.
the proximity of temptation
overrides all the promises I made.

Consistently able to fool myself.
Too much, too little.....too late.
I stretch, I strain, I struggle,
as concrete deadlines dissipate.

Trivial and frivolous and ruinous rule,
from which deathly dullness softly screams.
Beneath alternatives, intentions buckle,
and inertia...steps upon my dreams.

Sept  2009 - June2012