When you think that something is dead and buried, but it keeps resurrecting itself unexpectedly...
When your alone
You end up there
Fantasy flesh and tendons
Tend to latch on
To muscular musings
Rummaging in discouragement
In dissaapointment duties
The luxury of satisfa...
Monday 19th August 2019 11:01 am
When you see the sun setting behind the black clouds,
his rays stretched towards you in the hope of rescue,
and you know it’s not his time to leave,
it’s not dusk yet,
what do you do?
Stay still, stay calm.
Kiss him goodbye.
Make yourself a cup of tea,
sit by the fire, read a book, and wait.
Wait for he shall return soon.
Saturday 13th October 2018 8:40 am
We are at war
We are at war
and I should not be calm.
We are on the battleground
Holding our castles
and guarding our rights and riches.
We, you and me, are at war my love
And I should not find peace.
You and I built the bridges and burnt the forests
You and I conquered the mounts and rode the vales
You and I ploughed the ...
Saturday 15th September 2018 5:25 pm
Shattered, splinters of midnight
caressing and glancing off skin.
White, frozen beams of moonlight
that spotlight two strangers dancing.
Electric blue, cutting through mist
as a small, fair hand is held near –
then a blinding flash as two lovers kiss
and a slow, gentle, ebbing of fear.
Eyes drawing near, then cutting like lasers
Sunday 28th July 2013 8:23 pm
My uncle, Gaston,
mum's bro (1-yr apart),
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.
He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.
It was a waiting game
& he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade
Unmindful that he'd had it made.
Friday 8th February 2013 1:00 am
Sonnets are meant to be about romance
You know? All that's good.
But why should form be contained,
can one not make love to the page
in their own expression?
Imagination like a dodgems car,
wild yet bumpy.
And I guess that's what love is,
you can try to steer in the right direction
but there will always be obstacl...
Sunday 15th April 2012 6:49 pm