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Plague Doctor
Plague Doctor
One thing this plague has taught us
Is that close proximity can be lethal
You could be a carrier of ideas
Asymptomatic in their spread
Just your unthoughtful actions
Triggering others to violence
You could infringe on the personal space
Of other people’s beliefs
Carelessly trampling over them
By thinking only of your own gratification
Endang...
Friday 12th June 2020 4:10 pm
Some Words
Some Words
I had been her son all my life
But not all of hers
When she started calling me
By her brother’s name
Not my dad’s
Her bother’s
Dead for these past 10 years
A stroke will do that to you
Make you forget what you were saying
Struggling to find the rig...
Wednesday 6th May 2020 12:04 pm
Immortality Methodology
Immortality Methodology
Always remember -
endings are new beginnings.
Here’s to the future,
where an ending waits for me
while my words live forever.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:31 pm
In The Beginning
~~In The Beginning
leaving marks
that’s all we’re doing
leaving marks
daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard
blood ink
drying
becoming permanent
or
crossed through
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
white paint
lost
ideas and musings
bold statements
of intent
waxing lyrical
outpourings
of joy
of hate
of love
...
Tuesday 14th October 2014 7:21 pm
Graffiti
Graffiti
the brooding
malcontent
with paper cut
heart
stares at a wall
of graffiti
and thinks
I could do that
so he picks up
a spray can
unleashes
his feelings
in dribbling
white letters
fifteen feet high
his blood
becomes molten
his rage is
a torrent
of years
without voice
a scream
to be heard
...
Monday 7th October 2013 11:14 pm
stroke
stroke
no words
blood ricocheting
in all directions
going places
where blood should
smoothly flow
not rush headlong
apologies
made by sign
for dragging me
seventy miles
to see
your broken body
no words
thinking
is this it?
is this all there is?
will I live
the rest of my life
motherless?
no wor...
Friday 6th September 2013 7:29 pm
The Collector (Roget's Soliloquy)
The Collector (Roget’s Soliloquy)
In my book……..
Words – so simple in their sound
they fall like snowflakes on a lake
and interlock their unique form
until the water gives way to their power,
becoming something bigger,
something cold and hard and beautiful.
Or a flame, just a spark at first
until the kindling catches and the embers
jump from t...
Friday 1st February 2013 11:10 pm
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