He shuffles in snuffling
I see that the cold
has got to him.
Tea for to warm his bones and
a seat to complete his rest.
It's not so unusual these days
to see the luckless to whom
the Lady of Luck never pays.
Signs of the times?
we corrupt them in couplets
and rhymes when it should be
doublet and hose
for the warriors
the man who shuffled in
and another soul
takes his place
same look on her face
it could be his twin or
it might be a friend of
At the sharp end of the stick
it becomes harder to pick
yourself out of the gutter.
Thank God it's not me
wondering where or how
never thinking blue sky
only wondering why
and why is the question we answer with
I dig deeper to reveal the casket of love
Stuck in the zone craving to be alone
The stemming crux of innate awareness
Your shadow lurks with a case of questions
The self in I prided and ever lost in within
Disconnected and absorbed in abstraction
Destruction of isolation, emotionally disengaged
Embedded in an inner world, the blurred adventure
A venture of wicked and buzzing illusions
Insidious poison that permeates high and below
Pushing the tide of disengagement to engage
As the water rocks the boat, I run far and faster
Trading my heart for my mind, the meteor drops
Yet my tarots don’t thrill for connection or recognition
Letting you lay on the bed of nails, itching for an insight
The objectivity of commitment scares, spared don’t stare
I can’t bare to give it all, I can’t feel I am a numb shell
Entwined in the journey of self awareness I always crave for my own personal space. A fulfilment of introversion and own absorption.... the disconnect. I have met few people like this.. Is it normal? A fulfilment of own? It feels right but I get questioned a lot!
I was walking through the grey rainy streets, another melancholic day.
Proud English flags hung up in the windows of council houses.
What are we so proud of anyway?
A country run on ignorance and blaming the minority, the government wonders why we have a problem with authority?
So we will focus on the youth that are disengaged and abstaining from voting. Don't mention those who are hungry, unemployed and hurting.
Ssh, if we keep it quiet then maybe nobody will notice.
Close your eyes while the darkness approaches.
— The End —