(2013)
a poem that turned into a kind of prayer
You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
the world and all its trappings that you drape around your gold, the lace and frills you wear all tell a tale, they speak of disappointment
like a ghost I roam this town this lithographic world that rest’… an etched name upon a vague signpo… dun fate that sings to a firing sq… it makes no precise difference
“and with stark realization I notice faithful and free, that you’re indeed edison and the elephant in the mirror is… two black headlamps
that smile you toss my way it leaks a loving splendour, like a fine rainfall of crystal I’d stand here forever to be drown… piercing hazel eyes
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…
caught between two raging storms, the clean shave of a cut throat strain, a sweep of ocean
Shadows cling and dark clouds roll Pure negative daylight shrouds us… Its silky kiss upon fields and tre… Speckled moonlight falls and sways Night creatures rise and take cont…
if you noticed me at all saw past the smiles and jokes past the self assured demeanour and the confidence shielded cloak you’d see what drives my foot
I’m not so sure that a kiss on the… this gradient lets the our world s… we could wish for a tad more from… but we know we’ll cry out our eyes… no seeds grow, this soil lays stil…
I’ve heard it said many times before, one good man can change the world, and alter all
she breathes a rare and costly fir… just as water it finds its own lev… I expand my lungs to full capacity… and hope her gasps and grunts don’… without a trap door to her conscie…
A devoted heart knows only light As it bathes in swathes of uncerta… Love and sanctuary its peace Without jealousy or absurdity The jewel of love without conditio…
it could of been the codeine that… like a lava spill through the old… no effort needed for this heighten… this house is derelict, crumbling. the dread of a thousand hearts
A friend of mine once barked at me Good and evil were the same Both different sides of the same c… Just illusions of reactionary game I didn’t believe his view distille…