Being Rather Experimental
So what do you all think to this? It is called The Power of a Song. It’s me being experimental and the poem is from Moon Whispers. Do let me know!!
Read More »Write Drunk, Edit Sober
Apparently, that’s an Ernest Hemingway quote. It is quite brilliant and sums up how I write – either drunk with alcohol or spirit…. Just not sure I edit…. sober or otherwise – at least not here… Write Drunk, Edit Sober I sit here with my white wine Ziggy plays on the stereo The keyboard scattered with Crumbs from lunch My fingers tapping As I am rapping With words I’m drunk Certainly not sober And this poem will never be edited It may be reddited To see what you all think But do you think I care When I share my inner self Gathering dust Sitting on a shelf No one reads my stuff anyway I got lots to say But no one listens So I’m just another drunk Talking
Read More »What I want
I want I need I want your touch I need your love I want so much I am needy Yes, greedy Slide your hand Across my skin Make me feel Like I sin Give me satisfaction Awaken my senses I want to feel Lower my natural defenses Give me Hold me Get inside my head Remind me I am not yet dead Plumb my depths Ski me deep Grab my attention I want retention Grab me Make me Feel Reel Real Feeling like I am the center Of everything Imagining Feel Reel Seal The happiness in
Read More »Finally Free
Looking for the solution Another compromise Your way or the highway Shake my head in dismay Tied up in writhing knots Like a ball of slithering worms So much activity, so little to gain It all remains exactly the same Diversity and opinions We never think the same Differences exploited Eternally disappointed It’s such an easy game Everyone’s so gullible To easy to divide Playing upon our personal pride The writhing will continue Jostling, bustling and finger pointing Shit rises slowly to the top Extracting every stinking drop Maybe the answer is plain to see Stop fighting and struggling Just stop and let it be Be finally and utterly free
Read More »Charade
It is just a charade A game deep within a game Hypnotic and beguiling Passing scenery that can be extremely charming All you have to do is chose to Dream a dream into reality But do take care with your sanity. A moving tapestry hung There before your very eyes Strength needed to recognize The strangely sordid lies The game is about creating And also creation sorting Determining what is true But beware because whatever you do It is only ever true for you Geburah is needed here Hold that sphere dear Mars like efficiency Sorts the thoughts Sorts the pictures While Gedulah smiles another Images moving from one pillar Across to the other It is just a charade A game deep within a game Imagine that
Read More »Why?
Drip A blob falls to the ground A drop A tear Don’t worry; there is nothing to fear Sip Drinking it greedily down A gulp Swallow In this sadness I will wallow My eyes are wet I cannot seem to forget What the hell happened? The lump in my throat Reading your last note What the hell? Yes, What the hell? What were you thinking? Guess we will never know Why you decided to go People bury their secrets The outside not the inside So what was it inside of you? Was it something you thought you knew? Drip A blob falls to the ground A drop A tear Don’t worry; there is nothing to fear Sip Drinking it greedily down A gulp Swallow In this sadness I will wallow
Read More »The Mystery of Existence
It’s a truly funny thing As I sit here, another night alone Playing with my mobile phone Thinking back and thinking on A life now set in stone A journey through a changing world I try to make sense of it all Juggling pieces around A jigsaw has only one outcome The pieces only fit one way The picture you portray It makes me wonder If the rest of the journey Yet unrevealed, is already set Sealed, delivered and done Nothing gained, nothing won Alone I am in eternity Alone I am in time and space No winners in this lonely race A cold and lonely dream And I know that it is not what it seems I know that I’m making it up As I go along And it
Read More »A Way Back?
The silver image flickers on screen Moving stills still alive now dance A home movie rerun has begun A 1960’s sun hangs high above us The surf churns and works the beach Moments from a childhood now out of reach Blisters painful on my reddened sunburned back The drifting aromas of cuppa soup Whispered and muted parental voices speak The tent gently flutters in the night breeze I shiver and roll and try to sleep Imagined stirrings of a quantum leap The grass sways in golden waves The incessant buzz of insects grind Dragonflies hover like silky silken copters The heat envelopes us within a shimmer A feeling creeps in – one of déjà vu A crack in time that I might climb thro? The surfboard rides and glides easily
Read More »6000 Miles To Texas
6000 miles It’s a long way to fly Soaring so high 6000 miles It was a long jump then Knowing when The Atlantic tore us apart Me and my new start The three of you stayed Don’t see you often I’m afraid Texas seems so far Cannot get there in my car Trans Atlantic Getting frantic So close and yet so far The grand ta ta 6000 miles Endless smiles Written in ink Not in the pink But never mind In my heart there is no distance at all No miles to travel No short inconvenient phone call No technology to baffle See you there See you soon See you on the dark side of the Moon.
Read More »Alone
I am alone Sitting with my memories Scenes of life pass me by A tear wells in my eye It is just me Talking to me No one cares Distinct lack of interest No one gives a shit So here I sit Alone Talking to myself Worried about my mental health I am the performer The audience too I clap in tune to the song That I am singing Cos no one else cares Its just me Alone Me
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