I do not seek your acceptance; I do not ask for your forgiveness nor offer my repentance, to ones I do not love. For all the wrongs of my blinded rage, They were mine to write across my life, its tortured page, Albeit turned and fresh anew, On whitest white and written with ink, Of … Continue reading Bastard Page
I wandered a broken man, Devoid of soul, How my diamonds did roll, And slice my barren hands. On white-hot sands, of changing lands I wandered amongst ghostly dunes. With haunted eyes and muffled cries, I hummed a quivered tune. And met was I, by an echoed cry Of a dog I know … Continue reading Atonement
In your darkest moments, when, in the pit of hell you wander blinded by your demons and your plight, I say to you, burn, burn on.
I care not for your daily tales, The sound passes through my worn ears Like wind through tattered sails, Like holes in a fishing net The words pass through, Escaping the sounds The dull hums of you. Drown me over board, Cast me no line, I'll forget your words in the sands, Of my … Continue reading I Care Not
As it is National Writing Day, I thought I would put this together. Writing has helped me so much in so many ways. (for some reason my computer is playing up so not set out quite how I wanted it but never mind)
(slight revamp of an old poem I wrote) I appreciate not all aspects of social media is bad, but I feel as a society we are much worse off because of this heightened idea that due to the media and pop culture we need to be flawless in our looks, life and personalities. This is a two fingered salute to that way of thinking.
Some lunch break observations.
Probably going to be a million Fathers day posts today. So here is another one.
While sat in this beautiful weather I feel a very lucky man. Loved, food in my stomach, employed. Everything is better in the sun.
Richest divide back-dropped against poorest side, Poorest side losing to society's advancing, Advancing credit tide. Credit given hand over fist Then cracked back by cracking whips, Whips bought and paid, People offered short lived diamonds that fade. Promised a diamond, given a spade. Spades dig only down, Down further into sticky mud Created by this … Continue reading Promised a Diamond Given a Spade