The Imperfect Gardener
Someone once said, long ago or last week,
that it's futile on a finite and populous planet
to seek a truth, or a finely polished apple,
in the still-life-on-canvas we daily behold,
and by such uncouth behaviour
we are mostly confounded, and fail to grapple.
So we're prisoners here, in uncounted millions,
unable to leap high or fast enough to...
Sunday 5th November 2017 1:25 am
Yesterday, the sun shone black upon my soul
Depth's depth deep beneath my heart.
Lumined ne'er by hope
Thoughts sank weighted low
Today, dawn'd, in heaven's mantle rais'd,
Glims golden future in my mind.
Light lightened all by future faith
Heart, mind and soul exalting up
Her voice love levered up, returned it from the depths
Dark voids where happiness was stra...
Monday 24th April 2017 4:54 pm
In the air, the pallor rises showing faces of wrath,
breathing shame in light of a complex coalition of schemes;
a sudden fury appears discreetly under the crying
and the world indifferent...
Amazed glances are exchanged;
the impertinent silence is not tolerated ...
while the inventory of gifts continues
buying those in olive green uniforms, governments and judges...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 12:36 pm
Bag Of Bones
Please let me introduce myself -
my name is Billy Jones.
You might know me better
as that useless bag of bones
that gets under your feet
when you’re staring at your phones,
planning all your creature comforts
on extortionate pay day loans.
Well I was once like you my friend,
I haven’t always been alone
huddled up in corners
where the autumn lea...
Friday 17th March 2017 12:58 am