stark organic matter
excreting tastes of life
tied to a cycle
destined to a path
seen by none
the rules of competition
forever consumed by the glory
light to light
de come possed
Thursday 26th March 2015 4:47 pm
Forging of firmness in frail frigate
Unision is unlikely to happen
Cranky & cruel words spew at will
Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette
Monday 23rd March 2015 2:51 am
To be kind
For those in need
I gave money off hand.
I turned cruel
When many took my giving
A for granted rule!
Saturday 14th March 2015 10:11 am
Tags: charity,dependency syndrome,Life,personal
-Caught in vague phobias
of all future may present
Riddled with ambiguity
it might never represent
A fear of ensuing failure
logic gets to wear a veil
Inhibiting valid outcome
it otherwise would entail
Unless strange tried out
not known if be achieved
Nothing stays impossible
what’s earnestly believed
However much be darkest...
Monday 2nd March 2015 2:04 pm
Why do we worry so much about tomorrow;
When we can do so much today.
Why do we cry for those who are leaving;
Forgetting the ones who stay.
Why do we long for that which we cannot have;
Without appreciating what we already possess.
We live life in a rush and often miss out so much,
We dwell on dreams and mistakes;
And live the present in a haze.
Take a pause and feel th...
Tuesday 24th February 2015 7:30 pm
How is it so beautiful, winter?
When I look around outside,
I'm reminded how precious the light,
The smiling sun letting me know
The joy in the white of the snow,
And the blessing of time, and open eyes;
How precious the light in this time of year.
Wednesday 18th February 2015 1:35 pm
Thursday 5th February 2015 4:43 pm
The fierce wind blows, yet the dew won't dry
On the petals of the lone rose blossom.
Sparse thorns stand raw, achy reminders
Of the wondrous lost dream of yesterday,
When the two golden birds sat on this branch
Staring into the infinite mirror of their eyes,
Rejoicing in the warmth of their evening song,
Delighting in each other's pure presence,
Basking in the divine light of Nature,
And looking up to the ...
Wednesday 7th January 2015 11:22 pm
Alcoholic with sick on his shoes,
Sat on a brown wooden bench
In the middle of town
With his old dog,
Lacking good vision
Waiting for a meal
A dropped pasty or pie
A sandwich, perhaps rye.
I, was never taught in school
To be such a man
It was always
You could become a lawyer,
You could become a teacher,
You could become a business man
Never, you could ...
Saturday 3rd January 2015 5:03 am
Tags: alcoholic,Everyday,Life,Poem,poetry,society alcohol
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