(2013)
a poem that turned into a kind of prayer
locked in the headlights of a cloc… the skydiver falls into a beckonin… alone he plummets, hurtles and spi… knowing full well the human condit… with a pull and a lift he soars ab…
As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons
Its strange how the years can stea… How perceptions change and alter w… When we first met you were the mos… Now you radiate bitterness and clo… Its odd the way people change even…
from the opening notes that trickl… down my spine and to my imaginatio… I’m lost betwixt reality and the o… in a fantasy land of gunslinger’s, your haunting melodies rapture my…
borne on the mist, the steam that… from the bowels of the earth, a rotting effigy of a godless hear… surely once held a fastidious beli… this foundling permeates a landsca…
a man who’s face is forever obscur… can never show his gleam of truth, a shape-shifting mass of uncertain… turning the wheels of power round, In a puff of smoke quietly arrivin…
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’ve never met one as you you’ve done the world over beaten down every inch more than me, you say you’ve lived the life
a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number
a stride of wide swagger and a gold tipped tongue, he’s the human slice of bread mopping up whats already done, he’ll walk for the shortest yard
father, my life has been hell you turned your back on me, the smallest glimmer of value I meant less than that to thee what revolution will you have me s…
that floating lift, that marshmall… one pill and a day to a dosage on… its that certain kind of madness t… a toss of a bung away kink which c… you spoil yourself and all’s ok in…
My eyes hurt from vision stale As thoughts consume of angry tales Of how dust was blown from a brida… And colours danced on finger nails Me, I don’t have much to add
dusk, the beginning of its reign amid clouds and swirls of mist regal swathes of a dawns decay kindred echoes wail across the voi… nuances, shades and hues proclaim
I met a girl and her name was a fl… that burned under my skin mixing f… and each time she came in my room she took me to pieces and put me b… and I don’t know where she is now