Poetry Blogs (deceit)
Walking down this endless road,
Never knowing which way to go.
Each path seems dark,
harder than the last,
constantly hiding from the past.
I try to find the strength to move on,
But each time I do, you still want to have
your fun. When will it sink in?
You will never win.
I’m done playing,
You might think you’re staying.
Truth is you’re as temp...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 9:40 pm
I wouldn’t trust a poet to draw machine gun fire
to run out into no-mans-land,
unless it was Orwell or Owen
they’d have their literary futures planned.
Stolen words lifted that roll off the tongue
plagiary gifted the soullessly dumb,
strutting and fawning in dimly lit bars
reciting their plunder like poetry Tzars.
Train-line cheap tickets
off peak day sav...
Monday 5th March 2018 5:57 am
My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.
"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.
On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:44 am
Is this a decision I see before me?
I see it
yet have it not.
My thought is clear
yet clarity is subverted
by the visions of others.
For am I not blind
cast upon their wisdom?
granted knowledge in action
which surpasses my dull mind.
Or do they confuse purposely
whilst hoarding their future estates?
Knowing the days ahead
Tuesday 14th June 2016 4:29 am
It cuts deep within,
Its' touch gentle and soft.
It barks and howls,
Its' voice lovely and calm.
Its' thoughts are demeaning,
Its' love unconditional.
Its' presence a weight,
Pride churned in the ridicule.
It beats you to your knees,
But your kneecaps don't agree.
You stand on your feet,
While the blades stab in deep.
The scars show malformity,
Yet the face shows ever delight.
Monday 25th April 2016 5:39 am
In piss stained gutters
anger and regret has flowed across ages.
Supped away by the lured and the lied to.
“There's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip”
as there’s many a lie
seen good men die.
So tonight when men bereft of pride
puke and fight in England’s streets,
they do as if to cower and hide
from futures lost to great deceit.
Dedicated to the abandone...
Thursday 21st January 2016 1:27 pm
Lust consumes those who fall or the trap
Confusion or jealousy twitches above eyes
Desire to amount to more than the simplicity of existing
Desire to feel desired
Tender affection is rejected by violin strings of broken beings
Sympathy will be forbidden, the truth hidden
Blackness only welcomes sin.
Wednesday 14th October 2015 11:33 am
Over and over again the word disappoints me
Friday 11th September 2015 1:22 pm
How can a lie
make the whole world cry,
yet they claim there is nothing to see,
where nefarious knaves
and the covetous crave
beneath covers so stealthily, free?
No thought for the plebs
as they weave dangerous webs
in a world already complex,
where the sins of the saints
have done nothing but taint,
confuse, deceive and perplex.
To forgive and forget,...
Sunday 16th August 2015 5:17 pm
We met on a cold and stormy day
The words were mute, they were taken away
The howling wind blowing wild through the trees
The breath from our mouths deceived with ease
I felt a dread as we met in stealth
You didn't ask for gifts or wealth
Your goals were set in insidious ways
Not even a glint in your eye to betray
You crept into my life like an assassins wraith
Thursday 7th November 2013 7:23 pm
I hide behind a lie forged by my hand,
Before this chiseled frame,
Beyond the perfect shell they will not see my deceit
Thrown acrimoniously at their feet.
But they love the lie, the truth would only disappoint;
Disarray their shallow intentions,
After all, my invention pleases them
So why not let them drink up the joy
That it possesses? It impresses their eyes,
How the lies...
Friday 17th May 2013 3:26 pm
It's oh so nice in Para dice
Where your numbers are bound to show
Take my word and we'll take you there
Hurry up now - it's your time to go
Such are the empty promises,
We hear them all the time
Deceitful forms of marketing
Should they not have been made a crime
Some form of holiday making
A prize you won out of the blue
Special deals you just cant pass up
Saturday 24th April 2010 9:55 am