It is not always the winning that wins the race, More the finding, understanding ones pace. Lungs will burn, legs will seize, Ankles will twist, knuckles will freeze, Eyes will stream and flow. Not everybody’s race is there to be won, It is there to be run, it is there to be done, Along … Continue reading Finding The Pace – (old post)
It is yet another bending breaking soon to be broken morning in this pink skied city. Yesterday now as dead as the day before last, Old suns have risen, Old moons have passed. Early cuffed and collard worm catchers all ruffled and already missing the nest hop from paving to slab. These woken weary … Continue reading Pink Skied City – (old post)
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Cast across ocean glass, how the winged fishes wept. Dew be a diamond crystal, of silky hair regret, How the winged fishes dangle, They be caught upon the net. I have a simple deck of wood, no grass or house of grand, No need for beach or oceans, no need for golden sand. I am … Continue reading Ocean Glass – (old post)
Return the bull of charge and stamp, Crashes the china, turn down the lamp. Close the shop, pull down the shutters, Back to the grey, the flooding black gutters, Sledging, My hammer comes falling down. With a hammered crash the birds flee from top and wing stop rest, Flee from hanging branch, from sea view nest, … Continue reading Back To One – (old post)
For anyone interested my book will be free on Amazon kindle from tomorrow until Sunday 11th Feb. Reviews on Amazon or Goodreads welcome!!
I am anxious all of the time and fear is my burden chime. Hands are locked, eyes are tight, a constant need to fight or flight. I am exhausted all of the time, always listening to the burden chime. The constant chime never stops, no pleading or begging pause these chiming clocks. The clock always ticks, … Continue reading Burden Chime – (old post)
Turn down the volume, It makes me want to scream out loud, while standing among-st this silent crowd. No volume button at my discretion, To sooth my thoughts or allow for a calmer expression. My tortured look sliced across my face, Like a man who once had a happier mind space. Is … Continue reading Mind Radio (edited version)
We scream into the ever growing void of our own advancing life. Our own advancing life, the trouble and strife. Met by echoes of nothingness we stand pin drop eared, Waiting for answers to come from the darkness. Answers to present a mothers apron string. Pin prick eared we wait to be guided through the … Continue reading Screaming into the Void – (old post)
Daydreamer, where have you gone? All those days to dream, still near, not gone. Daydreamer where have all your dreams gone? When you look through life's looking-glass, do you see a long-lost past? A distant memory, a line on a horizon shore or more of life's predictable ocean to sail ever more. Was … Continue reading Daydreamer – (old post)