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1.2k · Aug 2012
The Descent Of Decadence
Simon Clark Aug 2012
You know that in the silence there is a volume of sound,
A whisper of the decadent falling to the ground,
Their jewels and their poise,
The china faces and steady stances crumbling to the floor of marble like broken toys,
A weeping victim now laughs at the corrupt as they fail,
Their alibis and cover-lies aren't fit for humans now.

They collapsed under the weight of deceit, that decadent class,
Of champagne flutes and crystal glass,
Now standard thrift-shop plastic beakers,
Stalking 'round in second hand sneakers,
No noise from the debauched, not a sound of relevance,
The bliss of watching it unfold, the descent of decadence.
written in 2006
1.2k · Aug 2012
The Spider
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Why are they scared of me?
I’m not a Tarantula,
I’m not a Black Widow,
I’m an ordinary spider,
Spinning my web of silk,
Making a home for myself on your front porch,
Stretching my web from beam to rose petal,
Each day I have to rebuild,
You brush it away.
written in 2009
1.2k · Aug 2012
Prepared To Die
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I will be the barricade,
I'll be the fence when they attack,
My blood will flow; red and slow,
Tears won't be shed by me,
I'll stand tall with dignity,
Even when down on my knees,
My spirit will fly,
When others say i'm wrong,
Still i'm prepared to die!

The above poem is based on a speech delivered from the dock by Nelson Mandela at the Rivonia Treason Trial, 20 April 1964. Below is a small section of that inspirational speech,
'I have fought against white *******, and i have fought against black *******. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which i hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which i am prepared to die.'
written in 2011
1.1k · Aug 2012
The Kangaroo
Simon Clark Aug 2012
An Australian symbol,
A national treasure,
A fascinating creature,
That on the eye is a pleasure.

A pouch of safety for its young,
A place of warmth and love,
It stands tall in the heat,
Basking in the rays from up above.
written in 2009
1.1k · Aug 2012
A Spaceman
Simon Clark Aug 2012
He plays among the stars,
Throwing space dust in my eyes,
******* in orbit,
A spaceman,
My love.
written in 2006
1.1k · Aug 2012
Meeting Satan
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I pass through the fires of hell,
And hide my bloodshot eyes,
And hope he’ll see that my pathway could straighten,
The day I met with Satan.
written in 2009
Simon Clark Aug 2012
To A Lover

You pulled me closer,
Placed your hands around my back,
We gazed; deep; a smile.

2. To An Enemy

Ferocious devil,
Taunting me with weapon words,
Knife in my spine; hurt.

3. A Snowflake

Constellation falls,
Arrangement of gentle snow,
My fingers are chilled.

4. Frozen Lake

Swift; people skating,
Summer swimming has now passed,
Lake alive with gloves.

5. Frost In Early Spring

Sun warms the daytime,
Then the moon brings in the chill,
I awake to frost.

6. Sweethearts Rose

An emblem of love,
A token of emotions,
To watch root and grow.

7. Lily For The Dead

On a bleak, black day,
Blooms bright with heavenly light,
It wilts by their side.

8. Deeper Dungeon

No prison or cave,
But a hollow hole inside,
Guilt destroys the soul.

9. To The Soldiers

Braver men aren’t born,
March to the edge; fight and die,
Too young to forget.

10. She Sings Her Song

Lonely old lady,
Hums aloud her endless tune,
Dreams her mind away.

11. Under The Cross

I tremble in church,
Scared that He knows of my sins,
Fear the wrath of God.

12. Private Prayer

He kneels in his room,
Whispers words to the heavens,
Imagined comfort.

13. Hymn To Hum

Notation noted,
My memorable melody,
Lightly lightens life.

14. Pump Through My Veins

I own the dance floor,
Music pumping through my veins,
With substances; cold.

15. Hold Me

Gently trace fingers,
Guide your arms behind my back,
Embrace this body.

16. Touch Me

Remove my clothing,
Let your hands roam anywhere,
Keep on touching me.

17. Kissing You

Our eyes closing shut,
Lips begin to part and meet,
Our first taste; divine.

18. When The Curtains Close

It’s still light outside,
As we shut ourselves away,
Make love through the night.

19. Connection

They look; stolen glance,
Locked eyes just for a moment,
Simple connection.

20. Timeless and Ageless

Like a love letter,
Better weather after snow,
My feelings for you.
written in 2010
1.1k · Aug 2012
Evil
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Howlin’ Wolf’s catalogue, by Willie Dixon)

Red sky,
Blood red with dark clouds billowing out on high,
A shadowy troupe approach,
Closer and closer they begin to encroach,
Four stallions and their riders strong,
The devil on their shoulder whispering evil wrongs,
The fear in my eyes turns to tears on my cheek,
My legs crack and I forget how to speak,
I stumble and stagger and try to hide,
This is what imagined on the day that I died.
written in 2010
Simon Clark Aug 2012
No Limits

Anything passes,
Let the sins of mankind roam,
They have no limits.

2. To The Barrier Breaker

Heard he had a dream,
Unite the segregated,
Changed the way we live.

3. Dusk

Evening now enters,
The sun still colours the land,
Distorted shadows.

4. Dawn

A twilight moment,
The sun hasn’t reared its head,
Horizons soft light.

5. Depression

Plunge lower than low,
Mental design of anguish,
Dark beast locks the door.

6. Swallow The Pill

Damaged by habit,
Addiction of the worst kind,
Pop to help forget.

7. Inject The Juice

Doesn’t like himself,
Takes needles to ease the pain,
In and out of life.

8. Voices At Night

I hide from their eyes,
Overhear malicious words,
Knives stabbed in my back.

9. The Piano Player

On her wooden stool,
Her hands; perfect emotion,
Ivory rhythms.

10. The Performer

Commands crowds of fans,
Confidence masks the weakness,
Bowing with élan.

11. The Spotlight

Light blinds and dazzles,
As a monologue is read,
Star; celebrity.

12. Learning Lines

Armchair, coffee, script,
Read over, over again,
Recall; osmosis.

13. Applause

Don’t let it finish,
Continue, I’ll ride the wave,
Excitement and drive.

14. Their Laughter

Deliver a line,
Chuckle to aisle rolling,
Feeling of delight.

15. Dancing

Music in my blood,
The blood begins my movement,
Dance ‘til I collapse.

16. Rehearse The Scene

Practise lines and moves,
Again, again ‘til it’s learnt,
Sections of the play.

17. Backstage

Actress waits backstage,
Breath trapped in her throat; focus,
Nerves; then she enters.

18. Rehearsal For Life

Hope this is a try,
Just a run-through of my life,
Must change decisions.

19. My Gift To You

Enjoy these pages,
Words from somewhere in my mind,
Passionate haikus.

20. Thank You…

…for reading this book,
…for trying to read between,
Thank you and goodbye.
written in 2010
1.1k · Aug 2012
Which Hat?
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Which hat shall I wear?
Entertainer?
Actor?
Dancer?
Controller?
Ring master?
Or shall I just be me?

Which shall I don?
Singer?
Comic?
Friend?
Blender?
Extra?
Or shall I just wear me?
written in 2005
1.1k · Aug 2012
Please Don't Leave Me
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Please don't leave me.

I am crying,
Tears fall from my eyes,
Cause i am picturing that I'll never,
Never again be at your side,
This thought is crushing,
It cripples me,
Busts my heart open wide,
Shards on the floor that sparkle,
Sparkle in blood and tears,
Horrified by my overwhelming fear.

Please don't leave me.
written in 2011
1.1k · Aug 2012
Black Betty
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Lead Belly’s catalogue, by Ledbetter)

Poor black Betty is scared of walking alone,
The boys throw stones,
They use their words to break her bones,
Poor black Betty is still scared in twenty-ten,
Attacked again,
Surrounded by bad, racist men,
Poor black Betty is lowered into the ground,
No life, no sound,
Maybe now some peace can be found.
written in 2010
1.1k · Aug 2012
Ruby Anniversary
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Through the joyful times and through the bad,
You’ve been there as I laughed and when I was sad,
You’ve been my lover, my husband, my friend,
I write these words as a message to send,
That after forty years of marriage I look forward to more,
From the man I love, the husband I adore.
written in 2010
1.1k · Oct 2013
Dehumanised
Simon Clark Oct 2013
Attack upon a child,
Aggression and fearless thoughtlessness,
Treating others as animals,
Dehumanising them,
Leaving them alone and filled with hopelessness.
1.1k · Aug 2012
Waiting For The Chime
Simon Clark Aug 2012
When I hear that bell,
I know that I can wake,
From my nightmares and crazed thoughts,
Of drowning in a deep blue lake,
Of sinking into mud and dirt,
Of falling of the edge,
Of baking in the burning rays,
Like wilting flowers in a *** on the ledge.
written in 2008
1.1k · Aug 2012
Resurrection
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Salvation of humankind,
Resurrection,
No dissection,
Pesach,
Eostre.
written in 2006
1.1k · Aug 2012
Shine
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I try to shine brightly,
Even when I'm blue,
Cause I am determined,
I've made it my aim,
To make them all smile,
To conceal all my shame.
written in 2011
1.1k · Aug 2012
Guitar Chimes
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Blind Blake’s catalogue, composer unknown)

At the end of a bar a man sits alone,
Strumming his tune and singing his song,
No one else seems to notice or hear him.
“Can’t help but wonder where things went wrong”,
He repeats the same line over and over,
And repents with his words for his sickening crimes,
But no one listens or cares for a man,
Who battles his conscience to melancholic guitar chimes.
written in 2010
1.1k · Aug 2012
Tenderly
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Sarah Vaughan’s catalogue,
by Walter Gross and Jack Lawrence)

Tenderly and soothingly,
I lay my head to rest,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I wish you all my best,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I put my pen away,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I kneel on down to pray,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I listen to the songs,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I know where I belong,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I look up to the sky,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I close my eyes and fly,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I dream so tenderly,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I invent history,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I sing my lullaby,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I bid you all goodbye.
written in 2010
1.1k · Aug 2012
The Lion
Simon Clark Aug 2012
They call him the King of the Cats,
It’s easy to see why,
He roams with graceful dignity,
And has that look of focus in his eye.

They call him the King of Cats,
With his mane soft and long,
With his pride of lionesses,
He knows just exactly where he belongs.

They call him the King of Cats,
The plains are his homeland,
He fears the human intrusion,
Standing in the sun; looking proud and grand.
written in 2009
1.1k · Aug 2012
The Last Post
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Remember,
Play on bugler,
Remember,
Play on bugler,
Play on.

Coffin,
Swathed in the Union Jack,
And that haunting, heartbreaking tune,
That echoed once at break of moon,
The Last Post is played.

Coffin,
Swathed in the Union Jack,
And that eerie, elegant song,
Now echoes that things have gone wrong,
The Last Post is played.

Remember,
Play on bugler,
Remember,
Play on bugler,
Play on.
written in 2009
1.1k · Aug 2012
Threatened
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Michael Jackson, Rodney Jenkins, Fred Jerkins III and LaShawn Daniels)

I’m feeling threatened,
By my actions and my mind,
It’s a scary thought,
Not knowing what you’ll find.
written in 2010
1.0k · Aug 2012
Monday
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Monday's child is fair of face.)

A beam of sunlight hits my eyes,
I wake to the sound of a bird,
The chirping travels through the beam,
And echoes to all my senses,
I'm alive once again on this tender Monday morn.

I cross across the marble floor to where the day awaits,
And see the children laughing at the foot of the garden,
The sound resounds, rebounds from the marble ground,
And makes its way through my nerves,
I'm alive once again in this gentle Monday dawn.

Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon.
written in 2007
1.0k · Aug 2012
Another In The 27 Club
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Another angel flown,
Joined Heavens chorus,
In the 27 Club,
Whose life touched all of us.

Another angel made,
Her face in the clouds,
In the 27 Club,
She entertains the crowds.

Another angel born,
Taken from the Earth,
In the 27 Club,
She never saw her worth.

Dedicated to the talented Amy Winehouse who departed this world at the tender age of 27. You will be sorely missed
written in 2011
1.0k · Aug 2012
The Stick Insect
Simon Clark Aug 2012
A box on our sideboard,
Full of tiny plants,
Several thousand twigs,
And a chameleon of bugs,
The stick insect is hiding,
Shy of the leering glare,
But when you look so closely,
You’ll see he has a friend.
written in 2009
1.0k · Aug 2012
The Grasshopper
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I’m not a Cricket or a Locus,
We don’t even look the same,
My antennae are far shorter,
And my wings are pointless,
I jump…no…hop,
I hop from place to place,
I make a noise much sweeter,
And drive them all insane.

All the birds they want me,
And the Adders too,
But I’m much smarter than those fools,
They don’t get near me,
I’m not afraid for my life,
Though I don’t live long,
I know that I’m a leaper,
And I’d better hop along.
written in 2009
1.0k · Aug 2012
Lace
Simon Clark Aug 2012
He doesn't know,
Or doesn't care,
About how much i desire,
I want,
I need his embrace,
Like a window requires its lace.

I'm the window,
I am the glass,
Nakedly exposed to sun,
Honest,
Truthful and lustful,
Like a fool waiting for the fall.
written in 2011
1.0k · Aug 2012
Gentle Blossom
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Gentle blossom fallen,
Weighed down by the strength of morning dew,
Gentle blossom decaying,
Turning into the earth.

Pink shadows hidden,
Hiding below the rainfall,
Disguising the light that may uplift,
Just unknown eternity trapped in time - ruled by clocks.

Freedom,
Freedom to believe or not,
To choose to see with rose tinted vision,
To decide to conquer,
To decide to win and to fly,
A choice you can take but you break the laws of nature,
Never wave goodbye to an option,
The waves only crush when ordered to,
The sun only shines if it feels right,
Love to love, choose to choose,
Protect the choice to survive,
Or like the blossom you will fall,
You will die,
You will become the earth,
Un-praised dust.
Written in 2005
1.0k · Aug 2012
The Smell Of Christmas
Simon Clark Aug 2012
The pine tree scent fills the room,
And the candle smoke softens the mood,
As the turkey is cooking you can taste by its smell,
Christmas is here; it’s easy to tell,
The potatoes are roasting and smelling so nice,
The mulled wine is full of flavour and spice,
The smell of the cold and thunder and rain,
And the smell of snow as it covers the plain,
The scent of the warmth from family and friends,
It’s nice to enjoy Christmas again.
written in 2009
999 · Aug 2012
Season Of My Discontent
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Only a raindrop falling down,
Can stop the tears from showing,
I'd pretend that it was the season of my discontent,
Only a raindrop falling down,
Can stop the years from telling,
All about how it was the season of my discontent.
written in 2008
998 · Aug 2012
Human Nature
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Steve Porcaro and John Bettis)

They say some of the things I do are bad,
Evil, vile and cruel,
It’s just my way,
My life to live my way,
It’s only natural for me,
My human nature,
My truth.
written in 2009
994 · Aug 2012
Warmth
Simon Clark Aug 2012
As the winter chill and ice freezes upon me,
And the rain drops turn to snow drops,
And while the air blows bitter cold,
I look for your arms and your safety,
To be held in the warmth of your hold.
written in 2011
983 · Aug 2012
Swastika
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Small and tainted black,
Four reaching prongs that spiral,
Spin, draw you in,
Seen with ****** eyes; traumatised,
Violence of ignorance,
Slaughter.
written in 2011
979 · Aug 2012
May
Simon Clark Aug 2012
May
31 days in which to live for the second,
A second chance to start over,
To come full bloom like the buds that have opened,
Emerald is the birthstone,
There's no need to be alone,
When the passion and heart of May grows,
Put on a new face, don some new clothes,
Explore the world in comfortable heat,
Before the indolent summer sun begins to find its feet.
written in 2007
970 · Aug 2012
Writhe With Me
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I have pinned you down to the kitchen floor,
I want you to writhe and wriggle,
Beg me for more,
I have tied you up to the dancing pole,
I want you to fight and fidget,
Slave; play the role,
I have whipped your back in the bedroom warm,
I want you to scream and slither,
Destroy your form,
I have spanked your *** ‘neath the shower flow,
I want you to cry and crumble,
Enjoy each blow.
written in 2011
942 · Aug 2012
Drunken Spree
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Skip James’ catalogue, by Skip James)

The saloon doors swing open,
And a cowboy staggers in,
He swaggers to the bar,
Orders drink after drink,
I stare amazed as I watch the drinks he sinks,
I’ve seen this John Wayne type before,
With Clint behind the eyes,
A need for speed,
To search, to be,
He lives his life on a drunken spree,
Praying it won’t catch up with him,
Like a torch wielding Indian storming his saloon,
Cowboy strong and runs the town,
Cowboy hurt,
Cowboy down.
written in 2010
937 · Aug 2012
The Preacher Who Quit
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Sadness in the eyes of a preacher,
As his church grows emptier by the day,
Religion is not as strong,
But for the preacher the days are long,
Night times are lonely,
Hymns go unheard,
Tired of the gospel failing the word,
Upon the crucifix he lays his truth,
Behind the bible of fables and tales,
Upon the blue sadness he drowns and bails.
written in 2006
935 · Oct 2013
Gun To My Head
Simon Clark Oct 2013
Hold a gun to my head if it makes you feel strong,
To boost your machismo,
Forget right and wrong

Hold a gun to my head if it makes you feel tough,
If it puts your chin high,
For I’ve had enough.

Hold a gun to my head if it makes you feel proud,
To see your ambition,
Swallowed by the crowd.
929 · Aug 2012
Stick Around
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Sometimes i pray to whom i don't know,
Hands clasped,
Eyes down,
Like a desperate bingo player,
Asking for your forgivness,
Asking to be set free,
Free from my daily guilt and pain,
I beg that you stick around,
Stick by my side if i do bad again,
When i'm sad, bad, mad and doing wrong,
Stick around,
Stick around i pray,
Eyes down,
Hands clasped,
This i sometimes pray.
written in 2011
929 · Aug 2012
Don't Wait Too Long
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Madeleine Payroux’s catalogue,
by Peyroux, Harris & Klein)

I know I should be famous,
I know I need to take the plunge,
To leap from the edge,
To ride the wind wherever it leads,
To write my stories, sing my songs,
Act the roles, be where I belong,
But I get scared by own doubts,
I tell myself to take the bull by the horns,
And enjoy my fame in all its forms,
Mama says, “Do something with your life”,
Papa says, “Risk the hurt and the strife”,
I say, “Don’t wait too long”,
But still I wait like an unlit candle,
An unturned page,
A roaring fire waiting to rage.
written in 2010
926 · Aug 2012
Skin To Skin
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Did something i shouldn't,
Said yes,
Rather...made someone else,
Forced him back to mine,
And laid his love on the line,
His partner would disapprove,
But the world it did move,
He had me and i had him,
Skin to skin.
written in 2011
926 · Aug 2012
April
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Birds return to the lilac petals,
And bees begin to gather,
Those gentle showers make the roses grow,
April,
Aprilis,
Aphrodite,
No more hibernation,
The sun starts to warm the earth,
Happiness, glee and birth.
written in 2007
925 · Aug 2012
The Tornado
Simon Clark Aug 2012
From high above us Mother Nature angrily breathes,
Humankind has done her wrong,
We built buildings and knocked down trees,
Destroyed the harmonies of her precious birdsong,
So to show us whose boss and to make a stand,
She raises the cars and destroys our fences,
And ravages the illegitimate upon her land,
We look on astounded as she batters our defences,
The wind howls wildly and the rain is forced down,
The sky above grows dark and the moon hides in fear,
Instinct returns to humans; they race to shelter in the town,
They can’t choose to survive; the choice is with Mother Nature’s selection spear.
written in 2009
919 · Aug 2012
Summertime
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Ella Fitzgerald’s catalogue,
by G. & I. Gershwin and D. Heyward)

Bright, glorious sunshine pours in,
Seeping through my blind,
It’s always a joy to watch summertime begin,
And explore the shadows I find,
The colours of the garden shimmer,
And the sky ripples like diamond blue seas,
The butterflies swoop and slide and glimmer,
And my breath is taken by the gentle breeze.
written in 2010
911 · Aug 2012
Sweet Love
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Anita Baker’s catalogue,
by Anita Baker, Louis A. Johnson & Gary Bias)

Alone in my cave I dream,
I dream of the things I miss,
My friendships, my family,
My sweet love, my life,
I miss her arms and miss her face,
I miss her legs and miss her embrace,
I miss her smell and miss her kiss,
I miss her when I reminisce.
written in 2010
902 · Aug 2012
In My Head, On My Mind
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Rodgers and Hammerstein in my head,
The sound of words i never said,
My brain is spinning like a carousel,
Pipe dreams and wishes that once fell,
Like Juliet all alone with me,
Or Cinderella at midnight running free.

Lennon and McCartney on my mind,
With yesterdays i thought I'd find,
Somewhere back in the U.S. states of love,
When free as a bird high above,
I realise that she just loves you,
Don't ask me why but i know I'll get you.
written in 2011
901 · Aug 2012
Cheer Me Up
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Cheer me up with your caress,
Embrace my body and kiss me deep,
Then let me enjoy your tasty treat,
A flowing juice of passion sweet,
Before we melt like ice cream warm,
And meld to one steaming form.

Your hands are soft,
Your voice is rich,
Your nails are sharp,
Call me your *****,
Your love is strong,
Your heart is pure,
Your teeth sink deep,
Make me your cure.

Cheer me up with your embrace,
Caress my torso and lick my bone,
As I release my salty delight,
And roll your body hard all night,
Feeling your sweaty, toned, smooth chest,
Cheer me up and never rest.
written in 2010
899 · Aug 2012
The Adder
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Vipera berus,
Even the name scares me,
But I shouldn’t fear,
For when they come near,
I’m assured they aren’t highly dangerous.

Vipera berus,
It bites but rarely kills,
Look for its zigzag,
Waving like a flag,
From Western Europe to Eastern Asia.
written in 2009
898 · Aug 2012
The Crosses Are Burning
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Alone in a cottage a family are trembling,
Shaking and vacillating in fear,
They hear the heavy footsteps marching,
And the gunshots ring in their ears,
They peer through the curtains to view,
The hooded white robes setting their stomachs churning,
And the fires of hell flicker even closer,
How fearsome it is when the crosses are burning.
written in 2011
892 · Aug 2012
Second Chance
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Second chance to impress,
Like an empress upon her throne,
Blown away by the option,
To let my emotion show.

Second chance to just sing,
Like a king now losing his crown,
Towns swallowed by emptiness,
To slowly wander on down.

Second chance in the scene,
Like a queen bent before the block,
Locked inside my shallow heart,
Never chance that second chance.
written in 2011
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