Poetry Blogs (2019, Self-awareness)
You always see
when people trip and fall
face first onto a knee,
The shear panic of a red warm pool.
People crowd and care,
Rushing to rescue.
Drip, drip, drip,
The skin now stained
seeping from veins,
Pumping like a bad memory,
Fixated on the blood
people forget the scars,
Not the one oozing with puss
but the one deep-rooted,
Crying out for atte...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 10:17 pm
You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don't worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.
Saturday 24th August 2019 9:27 pm
He loves her but,
she loves him,
but he loves the mirror
like his lost love loves selfies.
Adoration, pointing every direction,
like weather vanes in a hurricane.
Each unware their
is bound to end.
Love lessons often repeat
until we understand that
real love begins within,
then overflows to others,
making the circle of love
Tuesday 26th March 2019 3:39 am
Old wounds have begun to heal.
This new life feels unreal.
The shadow hanging above my soul.
I was once trapped within a role.
The wounded one full of anger
Dragging his worthless anchor.
Behold look into the mirror.
Now gaze upon your own error.
You thought you couldn't stumble
But it's the season to be humble.
No time for embracing illusion.
The former has reach...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 3:35 pm
love is not
love is not possession
love is not obsession
nor is it dissolution
of the self except in fleeting
moments of passion
love is not fixing
love is not needy
love is not forcing
nor demanding reciprocity
love is not being half
love is no debt
nor a prison of
all consuming exclusivity
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 10:18 am
THE SHIP THEY CALL 'ALZHEIMER'S'
Hello my friend, welcome aboard
The ship they call 'Alzheimer's'
There's forty thousand under sixty-five
'Young onset' to 'Old timers'
It doesn't matter what you call it
The umbrella term's 'Dementia'
On the ship they call 'Alzheimer's'
Every day's a new adventure
Forget your hip replacement
And your osteoarthritis
Sunday 23rd September 2018 6:59 pm
Me the right
To be so fucked up?
That I am so fucked up?
Monday 3rd September 2018 1:04 am
This night oh this dark and lovely night where the moon dances with my eyes and till the sun rises again
I have not felt a pain so uneasy as this in years it brings me to the edge of my seat
My heart wont miss a beat
The heavier my eyes grow the more the night glows
And I must refuse to sleep
Body exhausted and my mind a bottomless pit of potential
Thinking of things of old and n...
Monday 23rd April 2018 6:22 pm
The violets speak softly to me,
They whisper to remember who came before,
The tiger-lilies interrogate me,
They say that spring pastures are no more,
The violet flowers inspire me to see my powers pure,
With the gifts that Venus pours my beauty will adorn,
The tiger-lilies scratch and chase me,
They say my will is cracked and torn,
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:13 pm
The voices of heartbreak
they vibrate through the car
the voices of soul-ache
pour like water into this space
Next to that flawed, trembling voice
I lay my own
to that cracked and warbling voice
I add my own
to all those torch songs
The starkness of stripped, blunt words
fills the hollow part of all I see
the devastation of stri...
Tuesday 19th January 2016 10:32 pm
Sometimes I get caught in my stuff,
Sometimes life gets in the way,
Sometimes I have little patience,
And that's ok.
Sometimes I really don't like me,
Sometimes I just want to cry,
Sometimes I make the same mistakes,
But God knows I try.
Thursday 10th July 2014 12:58 pm
"Um... (sigh)...I feel, and this is just how I feel, but sometimes it just seems that...and I don't know if this is more about me than you but...it just seems that... (clammy)...do you think that....it might.....we might....I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but I...uh, I...I may be way off the mark, you know....well, I hope you know....I wouldn't say anything if I didn't care....if I wasn't passion...
Tuesday 8th July 2014 11:09 pm
"Like peeling an onion" you said.
Over punched pins,
Threading maydays into cloth.
Fingers fumbling at loose seams,
Moth eaten, scrapped themes.
Now, all I am is an empty spool,
Someone's discarded thimble.
Try the pattern again.
Friday 4th July 2014 1:13 pm
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm