Drifting we do from early bud, to all but ash and ground Happiness is a lonely whisper, Amongst this bustling crowd. Snap of fingers echo’s, from a hindsight setting hand, Dreams sit behind the cusp of yesterday’s forgotten, More lay waiting, beyond tomorrows remembered land. Moments of content are few, as flakes in the autumn snow, … Continue reading Lonely Whisper – (old post)
Those vicious insults bounce right back the burden of guilt is yours to carry on your own bitter twisted back. I hope those bricks are heavy way you down you are the cause of your own wretched frown. Your cold stare makes me feel warm your coldness only makes you wither against your own internal storm. I … Continue reading Hates Self Reflection – (old post)
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)