(2013)
a poem that turned into a kind of prayer
Recollections of a different life The lazy drip drip drip of old cri… Flake from its ceiling and float d… On my new mind it scratches, impin… Who was I when I wasn’t me, now
money is now your god and it demands money as praise your humanity is mutating you create your own malaise wealth is your prison
I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse
monochrome this world has run out of favours this floor I traipse fading jaded heads pool no common sense its colour gone
We dont speak the same language an… Its more than an impinge of vernac… Its a constant fight of pointless… Its circa, middle of the road, a h… We breath the same air and feel th…
from the bottom of your glass you see a different dimension time doesn’t sway your eye or friends that need attention you’re holding secret mass
I’m always there for you whatever you need I find and give, I never ask for anything in return and without a smile that’s all you… this field I plough from day to da…
this love dies freely and it dies… two broken cadavers can never hold… when meaning is a carried cross be… there’s none but filigree around t… your monster was created in semaph…
and she said to me I’m dating a black man now, and I bet you really hate that, do… I said, probably not as much as he… am I missing something here?
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…
his devil wore a white dress he got what he payed for loyalty, love and friendship are given freely, not earned a thirty year apprenticeship
swirls of dull grey a deep dark red finds its way thro… pale cream and yellow dots an artists impression this creation holds its nerve
with a face full of intermittent b… your mouth resembled a piano keybo… like headstones in an old cemetery suffering terribly with subsidence… and as you stutter and stammer
I have no forgiveness in my heart just the tired soul of a vengeful… who’s wings were clipped long ago and behind gritted teeth snarls chained in the garden like a guard…
I’ve heard it said many times before, one good man can change the world, and alter all