Poetry Blogs (cycle)
The cycle doesn't stop you know
An ongoing movement segmented life flow
The cycle of inhalation and exhale badness
A physical continuity until the body is deceased
Even then it isn't over a new cycle the next chapter
Be sure to fill this life with continuous love and laughter
For all the lower energies do is delay your unique mission
The continuity of each cycle in Gods hands make...
Tuesday 19th January 2021 2:36 pm
Its always the same old story
I meet a woman and we click
We go out for a while and talk
Time seems to go by so quick
After a bit something happens
Signs of unease appear, frowns,
My mask slipped for she's seen
The dark side of my downs
Moods are fatal for couples
You have to banter and smile
Hide the despond with a grin
Play happy families for a while...
Monday 16th November 2020 10:57 am
Where am i?
I ask my mindless brain as I disassociate
I disassociate to the point that everyday feels the same
Everything i do blends into one giant blob of nothingness
Nothing matters. Does it?
It doesn’t. Nothing has ever mattered.
That's why we alter our state of reality.
We alter it to feel something out of all the nothingness.
We take the shot. We take the h...
Monday 26th October 2020 6:13 am
Who are you?
and where are you going?
What is your purpose?
Are you all knowing?
Always here, always near,
every breath I shared with you.
I spent my life right by your side,
and still I do not know you.
Time, are you just a
fragment of my mind?
Something we made up
because our senses make us blind?
Can we not comprehend
the whole eternity?...
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 5:33 pm
My mouth took some months to bloom
My words took some weeks to flower
You and I do not speak different languages
We possess different meanings
“What is the curl of your tongue?
What is the grind of your teeth?
What is the bow in your brows?
What do you mean?”
Your bottom line is neat and fine
Your ballpoint pen bullet-proof
My point is a r...
Sunday 9th June 2019 4:07 pm
The flickering light calls from
across the disused railway embankment
like a lonely beacon sending signals
into the misty grey dawn.
Quietly questioning a world
still wrapped in strong arms of slumber.
I consider sending an answer,
would that I understood its coded question.
I’m drawn into its intoxicating world by
the pulsating rhythm of its incandescent heart...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 10:15 am