#laureate
Here we are, starting fresh
But I don't remember what it feels like to feel whole
How do you fix a hole in your chest?
A band-aid?A cold compress?
If a tree falls in the wood
Would it make a sound,
if no one was around to swing the axe
To cut off my head and stop the train of thoughts.
To derail the track and divert from the one-track mind I have?
Having to go through things
that make you strong weakens you
It's a catch-22
so, what do you do?
The flame, the heat
licking at my skin to a beat
a rhythm, a release
The flame consumes me
I eat the pain or it eats me
A cavernous, carnivorous beast
with an insatiable appetite
and I'm just a bite and I'm gone
As whom I once was goes up in flames
I'm trying to change, to grow
To tie this all up in a neat, tidy bow
But I'll never know right and wrong
weak and strong
A binary that has complexities
and shades of grey
And I just want to be okay
I can't keep burning through life this way
Will it ever stop?
There can't be more shoes that drop
I need hope that all will be well
That my heart will swell and fill the hole
I need to accept what I can't control
The secrets are told
There's nothing new to learn or unfold
I need piece to gather the pieces of my soul
Or I will burn until there is nothing left
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
I have finally found you
In St. Enodoc Church;
Home is where your heart rests
Not your place of birth.
Summoned by the three o’clock bell
A pilgrim across the eleventh fairway,
Towards a crooked spire that protrudes
Like a drowning swimmer,
Signalling to be rescued from the dunes.
As I enter through the gate
Your headstone greets me with a shout;
A marvel of the stonemason’s art
Explosive script from marbles cold darkness,
Radiates your humour and warmth.
I am not humbled, sad nor afraid
This place is fitting to rest your phrase;
Looking down at where you lie
I try to imagine that lived-in face.
Archibald lies at your head
Old and trusted, faithful ted;
So much heard, but nothing said
All through the years of pressured steps,
To follow where your father led;
But you had other plans and instead
Were drawn to words with rhythmic thread,
That made you Poet Lauriat, a knight
Who finally has found some peace.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
weather to
borrow but
the kitty
and salvation
are mine
hereto financial
devotee in
fray so
deep save
a grinder
and a
mollusk with
romance but
glance the
dance sojourn
put in
her pants
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
Ice cream
subsistent tell
this pallor
where Peter
has a
big date
this Friday
and scream
where a
lawyer melt
with straws
that crisscross
in court
and don't
dispose a
woman in
county ajar
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Today the angels arrived to receive your broken body and,
They placed you upon this peace train to take you home again.
Your non-violent mission for freedom will breathe past eternity,
Because the proverb reminds us… “you cannot cover the sun with one hand”
“Even if I am crushed into powder, I will embrace you with ashes” Liu Xiaobo
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
Home of the navy, big and strong,
Think that's it? You are most wrong,
Home of Dickens, and Isambard Brunel,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stayed a while as well,
Singers like Same Difference born so very close to home,
Gunwharf Quays, Action Stations and even a PlayZone,
An Aquarium, lots of shops, amusement parks and more,
Theatres, museums, the Isle of White; it's fun from shore to shore,
Portsmouth is a brilliant place, to live and work and play,
People who live or visit here shouldn't ever move away!
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC