Life Loved To Death
In loving, I set myself up for loss,
In caring, broken by those who don't give a toss,
What is the point in this moment or next?
We all end up broken, more broken, bereft...
From start to finish just feels like a flash,
Earn money, more money, broken for cash,
Tired and more tired waiting for sweet release,
When death's knell calls, signalling my peace
So what is ...
Monday 29th May 2017 11:06 pm
Liquid Freedom
The flow I enjoy to come and go,
As I please with or against the breeze,
Like water flowing without the resistance,
Of opportunities for autographs or selfies
It is the privilege of the obscure majority,
To live without resistance to our liquidity,
To not owe every gratitude to new found difficulties,
I don't want fame, let me stay a minority.
Friday 19th May 2017 9:01 pm
Calm
The calm that I seek,
Still blue sea,
Anxious waves that crash over me,
Making me hardy to future attack,
The peace that I seek is setting me back
Maybe it doesn't exist?
Maybe that is where my peace lies?
In accepting that it can't be sought?
Is it already here?
Wednesday 1st June 2016 11:35 pm
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