a pack mule called regret
Its a poem about looking back at the path a relationship has taken from start to finish. All those things you could of do differently; hindsight is a terrible thing, it turns you into a fully laden pack mule.
(2014)
I throw the rope over the beam and stand upon the stool place the noose around my neck sob and cry and drool an unmistakable sadness
what dreams your heart does wander… that lusts the lines that weaken f… as a written long and languid bill slowly turning the key at whatever… what thoughts that flow may grease…
the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…
The world is a cruel place I hear… The sheer weight can make you sink As you walk along a sandy beach Going from one end and then back a… Carrying varying shapes along
In a world where my soul doesn’t f… And all who see me in some way tak… I feel like the breath from a dece… Just to be sucked back down by ano… Freedoms soar like a caged birds s…
all these faceless hollow images people I’ve never met but I know, their lives are a watercolour with gentle strokes its painted sl… secrets and lies and indiscretions
If I could tell you the story Read you the journal of my life Could you listen without a judgeme… And keep your lips pursed tight If I could show you everything
I used to think that faith was what held love and that even though hidden from m… it would grant me one day its shin… but the darkness of indifference
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
so... here’s the thing you flit word to word in the doorways shades and paralle… the absurd
take a walk with me past these flowers on show and I will let you in I will let you love me past the gate to that place
At the heart of loss Lives a gory malcontent Petulant and peevish Though, believes all is his to ven… Tardy and resilient
your heart floats high in contemplation a young mind tainted by the hand of old worries high above you burn
With a snoring dog upon my lap I sit and reminisce of things gone… Of how my life has swapped and cha… And how my love has peaked and wan… Of how my youth has died and lived
and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines