Poetry Blogs (fight)
Aching to reach the skies
Tries and tries
Spits ash into the air that's always blown away
Full of fire
The heat of a thousand suns stirs within
But no one could ever see through the smoke he creates -
How every magician disappears
Smoke & mirrors
But when he explodes
He will burn you to the ground
Twists and turns
The world upsid...
Friday 11th January 2019 12:42 am
There were tears
Rolling down my face.
I never was a pretty crier,
So I looked away.
Heard your voice
Over my heavy breathing,
Crying harder when you said
You weren't leaving.
I hold tight to everything;
Knuckles white from my grip.
If I let go, even a little,
My whole world could slip.
I've been afraid, though,
To hold onto you.
My heart ga...
Tuesday 17th April 2018 5:17 am
In three months’ time it will happen
The World Cup battleground
Taking place in Putin’s Neo Soviet Russia
England’s finest hooligans will meet
The paramilitary trained enemy Ultras
Who are pumped up steroid pimps
Wearing Sports Direct trashy gear
They claim there’ll be many dead Brits
My bet is on a few dead Russkis too
Bring it all on for this is the natural ord...
Wednesday 4th April 2018 6:10 am
My love is a two-edged weapon, wielded by insecurity and sharpened with fear.
Akin to Pandora’s pithos, it remained concealed; destruction would only come of openly sharing it to the outside world.
My heart is shielded, once scarred by mistrust, now a lone vessel playing a broken melody looped:
Just as soldiers march through wet trenches in perf...
Friday 16th February 2018 1:26 pm
Boy just take it easy
Boy just take it slow
Please don't give up now
You have so much further to go
Put that gun down boy
Step away from the ledge
All the demons your fighting
Don't have to stay in your head
Let me help you boy
Let me be your light
You and I together boy
We'll give 'em a hell of a fight
This is it boy
It's time for war
With me by your side
It'll be easier than befor...
Thursday 15th February 2018 1:41 pm
While poring over dusty corners of an ancient night
I sang in darken'd evening flight, a voice edged
by the pain of doubt, a tempered blade to fight
an inner shout; the fearful dredge
of insomnia, the purgatory of my silent gaze;
remembrance too of sultry Australian dog days.
South-West karris loom ink-black, and rustle
as night-walkers, stepp...
Friday 27th October 2017 12:55 pm
Like traveling through quicksand
Slow and dirty
If you stop, even if only for a moment
You start sinking
There is no letting go or going back
So, you must keep going
To trudge on no matter what
No matter how deep you sink
How filthy or tired you get
To fight on through the grit and grime
To scream and curse
And claw your way from the depths
To stumble on until y...
Sunday 19th June 2016 2:01 pm
For me there could only be one
The beautiful Dillon mini-gun
Can shoot 6000 rounds per minute
Damage really has no limit
Six beautiful long barrels
Turning anything into particles
Shear violence is the purpose
Say goodbye to the calmness
Mechanical sound is glorious
Spinning more just for badness
There is nothing that is indestructible
So big and yet beau...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:27 pm
I am noise and thought,
I am not who I ought.
I am freedom,
I am fight,
I am the smallest glimpse of starlight,
In the deepest, darkest, stormy night.
Because of fear,
In spite of fear,
The death of hate and ignorance,
Is what keeps me alive.
I speak for the minority,
A voice for words feared spoken.
With ink and web,
My words are spread,
And your weak bullets are broken.
Monday 12th January 2015 3:58 pm
Then you are quiet
You make peace
And you live again
You inhale so many lifetimes,
Your home is the universe,
Your time is eternity.
Words you speak are never silent,
Deeds of yours are never unseen,
Steps you take never fade,
Emotions you share always felt.
We often ask the questi...
Wednesday 1st October 2014 11:49 pm
There was a fight down at the beach today
Much to my horror and surprise
A large crowd stood there watching it
I could not believe my eyes
I saw a man who had a stick
Proceed to beat his wife
Blow on blow and on her head
To an inch within her life
The frenzied crowd just screamed for more
With a loud and raucous din
I got there as the Police turned up
Friday 1st August 2014 9:19 pm
The lady was a goddess in her looks and demeanor. Very beautiful in every way. From the way she swayed her hips to her seductive smile to fluttering her eyelids. It was what wasn’t said that got men’s attention but the hidden and unseen, images placed in their minds eye. Only one man was lucky to own her heart. For a long time they were happy. Then he fucked it up big time. They ha...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 4:03 pm
every curtain will be stolen from
each grain of dirt will raise
it’s raucous voice above
and over manners
while atoms bond
air will ignite for
blood is fuel enough
as gravity exists
believable in it’s force
secure each ideal
under fire from
truthful lies repeated
monopoly of slaves
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:30 pm
I have been married, I know how you feel. ...
Thursday 9th February 2012 4:14 pm
So now you came up after calling and texting me,
almost begging me to be your friend.
We talk at my door for half an hour,
then I feel compassion and let you in.
You regret being silly and I do being nasty,
tell me how did it come to all this?
We manage to sort this madness out and become friends.
Is this what happens when we break up,
Saturday 8th October 2011 8:34 pm
The Goddess of war makes her stand in the upper skies,
pitting man and machine in deadly battle.
Hazy colours of blue and grey make way for burning
fire and pyres of smoke.
Up here she knows no mercy as men die
in a second to please her lust for death.
No one can beat her as she is immortal and ubiquitous.
Make just one mistake and she’ll ...
Tuesday 4th October 2011 6:08 pm
Every generation has its own hard men
who rule the block, kick the new kids ass’s.
Who rule every bar, don’t take no for an answer,
are not to be messed with and demand respect.
They use the weapons of their trade, knives,
brass knuckles, guns, bats and more.
Take them away and their fists are a back up,
sure fire way of defence, offence.
Thursday 29th September 2011 3:17 pm
Drenched in heavy morning rain
Like an arctic soaking to the vein;
I just sat there stunned and wordless,
by the results of endless tests.
Only do I seek the scoffer's sympathy;
my litanies dot the bottom of this timpani.
No restaurant on high street offers...
Whoa! I found where my sanity rests:
A very com...
Monday 20th December 2010 9:51 am
Tuesday 23rd November 2010 4:24 pm
Boot blood tastes the worst.
It’s like licking pure metal ore
from a hole in the ground.
We got him home, took off
his sodden shirt and had to peel, slowly
each sock from his engorged
and pulsing feet.
By the way, this wasn’t
the follow-up to a tragic night.
There’d been fun, twiglets
in bowls at one point,
and gentle fondling
of some ...
Tuesday 19th October 2010 6:02 am