Reconciliation (Remove filter)
It was from the Heart
The Voice came tentatively to the stage
considered, loved.
It was needed but fragile.
The lights were bright.
A murmur from the audience
And at centerstage was the Voice.
Time ticked by slowly.
Tick, Tick
The murmur somewhat louder now
Tick Tick
anger palpable.
Many groups once divided, now together with burning Indignation
glaring at that stage.
...
Monday 23rd October 2023 1:48 am
Death Card
When you think that something is dead and buried, but it keeps resurrecting itself unexpectedly...
A Wilderness
A Wonderland
Of bones
When your alone
You end up there
Fantasy flesh and tendons
Tend to latch on
To muscular musings
Confusing you
Rummaging in discouragement
Appointed master
In dissaapointment duties
Eternally denied
The luxury of satisfa...
Monday 19th August 2019 11:01 am
Sun Snatcher
When you see the sun setting behind the black clouds,
his rays stretched towards you in the hope of rescue,
and you know it’s not his time to leave,
it’s not dusk yet,
what do you do?
Nothing.
Stay still, stay calm.
Kiss him goodbye.
Make yourself a cup of tea,
sit by the fire, read a book, and wait.
Wait for he shall return soon.
Saturday 13th October 2018 8:40 am
Calm
Calm
We are at war
We are at war
and I should not be calm.
We are on the battleground
Holding our castles
and guarding our rights and riches.
We, you and me, are at war my love
And I should not find peace.
Remember?
You and I built the bridges and burnt the forests
You and I conquered the mounts and rode the vales
You and I ploughed the ...
Saturday 15th September 2018 5:25 pm
Alien Feelings
Alien Feelings
Shattered, splinters of midnight
caressing and glancing off skin.
White, frozen beams of moonlight
that spotlight two strangers dancing.
Electric blue, cutting through mist
as a small, fair hand is held near –
then a blinding flash as two lovers kiss
and a slow, gentle, ebbing of fear.
Eyes drawing near, then cutting like lasers
...
Sunday 28th July 2013 8:23 pm
Goodbye, Gaston
.
My uncle, Gaston,
mum's bro (1-yr apart),
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.
He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.
It was a waiting game
& he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade
Unmindful that he'd had it made.
I whis...
Friday 8th February 2013 1:00 am
A Reimagining
Sonnets are meant to be about romance
and love.
You know? All that's good.
But why should form be contained,
can one not make love to the page
in their own expression?
I can,
and will.
Imagination like a dodgems car,
wild yet bumpy.
And I guess that's what love is,
you can try to steer in the right direction
but there will always be obstacl...
Sunday 15th April 2012 6:49 pm
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