(2013)
a poem that turned into a kind of prayer
in truth, all good things suffer t… no bricks and mortar stands for an… though, in your heart a love will… all the pain and angst forgotten,… down through the sleek nuances of…
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
you moulded me a wax heart and placed a wick through its core… and slowly and over time it burnt… but now it burns no more, its light has been extinguished
You’ll never know how you saved me You pulled me, gripped my collar Yanked me back from the pit of me That place where the madness perco… My true saviour
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
I’m here to melt your tears to soothe your mind to show I care come rest with me
I once was a man who thought he li… then I looked down to see shackle… a lifetime of servitude in the bon… just capital floating on a stock m…
sorrow rests its eager shaft in its makeshift home, my anal cav… with the thrust of zeal, forth and… it renders me prone in the hope of… sorrow bends me over and mops my r…
the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…
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
Breath sharp, fast, rasping Legs pumping, hands grasping Verdant roads span and greet As the cyclist pursues the endless… Eyes fixed, heart pounding
an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
in your hands you hold a blade of… its a sharp and honed tool of just… and you swiftly stab into any back that holds a different view than y… how great and monstrous you must b…
I fly through the worlds periphery a vast wisp of black smoke, a cancerous cloud of mental though… free wills castigation, I flit through the keyholes