Poetry Blogs (2012, misunderstood)
Thousands of years later
They found the sacred site
And used their soft sable brushes
To clear the earth from their finds
Here was what looked like a drinking vessel
Owned by a Covid-19 man called Persil
And look part of a plate with the lettering McDon
So possibly owned by someone from the Northern Zone
Inflation devices with logos of Asda and Lidl
Sunday 28th June 2020 6:17 pm
My entrance on a pale horse
Raising the black standard with white rose
Is anathema to most
These bones are survivors
Of the battle between
The worlds of living and dead
This black armour
From the land of eternal sleep
The clergy, kings and peasants
Fall beneath my hooves
When she flips me over...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 11:29 am
I have opened my world to you
To have a glimpse of what is true
The lies that have gone before
May now be laid to rest
I have opened my heart to you
So you may see my intentions are pure
So often misunderstood
Yet all is laid bare for you
I have walked you through my dreams
So that with sight you may see
All you see is not always all there is
Friday 3rd April 2020 5:18 am
You say a little too much,
And I think a little too much;
Jumping to my own
Stone to stone.
Like a floor of lava,
But I’m the only one who gets burned
Tuesday 31st July 2018 2:35 am
Thoughts of failure,
Searching for some inner strength.
Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense.
As her skin grows paler,
Her state of mind fades frailer,
Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.
She was never lucky enough to find a saviour,
Hope gone so she finally picked up that razor.
She was later found deceased, now happ...
Saturday 12th May 2018 1:28 pm
Its the final curtain lets see who was acting and who really hurting
A burning desire to be a follower no matter the case
Instead of showing some back bone you rather limp home with your tail tucked between your legs
I bet you thought you was big dog on campus till you seen a real monkey act up
Even a rose got thorns dont think a beauty cant defend itself
You got grass thinking...
Monday 12th September 2016 9:42 am
I hate the arguging and the cursing
The fist fights using words and
The long walk through the fire aint no beach over here
Its just a pilliar of mixed emotions waiting to get knocked down
Im not gone hold it up lets see how long faith keeps it up
Now im the one laying with a frown
You disappointed fine i get it but that dont mean you dont tell the shopkeeper wassup
Monday 5th September 2016 9:27 am
On my lips
I want pressed
The lips of another
Monday 4th May 2015 7:40 am
Friday 12th September 2014 6:46 pm
“Got 10p for a cup of tea?”
“If you show us where you can get one for that price,
I'll give you a quid”
He never did...
Lonely and irksome.
The bitter glow of jaundice
tears at society's rustic chains,
one tragedy at a time.
“The Freemasons took my children,
they took my baby.”
Now she's hopping magic buses,
Thursday 4th April 2013 9:41 pm
MISUNDERSTOOD Random moves and shameless dudes, Midnight shades and sullen moods. Roaming dark streets in silent hoods, Secret signs and stolen goods. A world of violence and cold, stark fear. No words to be spoken, no sounds to hear. Hiding in the shadows, in dark, dank doorways. Sneaking through alleys, in the damp winter haze. Cold empty gaze, no emotion or regret. Steal...
Sunday 8th July 2012 1:04 am