I have everything just right in my hand
Everything I've ever had
And I just don't want to be who my parents were
I don't want to know the mistakes and still make them
This is that time where time is giving me a grin
Superficial and evil and fun and filled
With the thought of endless happiness
If only I fall
Fail and believe
The tempting of the dream
The dream that...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 1:43 am
Some may be weak and some may be strong
But it is for neither to look down upon
Those belonging to the other class
Because in the end we’ll know at last
The quality of all men, and how we are the same
From bones to dust, we return to our grave
A dark thought indeed but if you look at it right
Your innermost self might just see the light
The beauty of difference, of change, ...
Saturday 17th September 2016 3:26 am
In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…
Karl Marx said religion was the ...
Thursday 8th October 2015 12:17 am