‘All relationships are emptying and temporary…’
Random #74
‘… I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither…’
Hamlet: Act II, Scene II
(or Withnail – your choice)
Tumbleweeds
How long is normal
To feel empty inside
Because I still do
Ever since he died
Aide Mémoire
My body is numb
Yet my thoughts contrive
To remind me that
I am still alive
Random #73
‘Tomorrow comes, to take me away…’
Peace Time
I have no interest in going back
Or to stroll down memory lane
I just want this war to end
And to move on from all this pain
A Pig In Shit
Your comfort zone will kill you
Isn’t that what they say?
Well I say that is nonsense
As I’m happy living this way
This Coastal Town
I love living here
Next to the sea
On my cosy little croft
But the seagull noise
When I’m trying to sleep?
That can fuck right off
‘Sing Well’
Come on then
Don’t keep us waiting
We want to see you bleed
To see others suffer
For their art
Is the validation we need
‘The Litter On The Breeze’
I don’t care
If you don’t understand
Because this
Isn’t meant
For you
Community
If it takes a village to raise a child
Then my neighbours must have been out
Because I pretty much
Dragged myself up
Of that there is no doubt
‘You Think You Know A Story…’
I remember watching this
For the first time
Just me and you
With pizza and wine
Now I’m watching again
Hungry and alone
Nothing is the same
Here, on my own
Xxx
Headfuckery
I dreamt
About you
This afternoon
For only
The second time
Then
As I woke up
The silence sent
It’s shivers
Down my spine
Xxx
‘Farewell Cheerless Marshes…’
I’m not sure anyone cares
Let alone if anyone reads
Surely there’s better things to do
Than to wade between my weeds
Mirage
We meet again
And my heart soars
But only in my dreams
Then my heart breaks
All over again
To find all is not as it seems
Random #72
‘Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free’
Random #71
‘…Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.’
– Henry IV Part II: Act III, Scene I
Gridlocked
If
your
life
is a
traffic
jam
Then
just
step
out of
the
car
Last Post
This is
My last post
Everything
Has been written
All sides
Of this cherry
Are now
Thoroughly bitten
Is The Third Time The Charm?
I think I could learn to trust you
She said
I’m beginning to find the way
Well, I really cannot tell you
He said
How much that makes my day
The List
There are skeletons in my closet
He said
But nothing complicated
That’s the problem with mine
She said
Most of them are naked
We Both Got What We Came For
Why should I stay
He said
Because you won’t
Why should I care
She said
Because you don’t
Daddy Dearest
Call me your sweetheart again
She said
And I’ll punch you in the face
For you never earned that right
She said
In the first fucking place
Tease
So I’ve recorded some of my poems
And I don’t think they’re half bad
Who knew that in speaking
There’s so much fun to be had
But now I’m in a conundrum
As I need to make a choice
Do I stay safely anonymous
Or finally reveal my voice?
Putting Pen To Paper
I know it’s not
For the faint of heart
But it helps me
Every day
So just deal with it
Or not
As I’m not arsed
Either way
Transgressions
In the beginning
I would always try
To be as honest as I could be
But in the end I fell
So far from the truth
That the line was a dot to me
Tongue Tied
If I had the words
I would speak them
But you were lucky
I did not
It will always be
My deepest regret
I never gave
As much as I got
Random #70
‘I sort of came to the conclusion that misery is the natural state.
And if you get two decent minutes a day then that’s alright.’
– Nicky Wire
Touching Distance
So near
Yet so far
All that’s left
Is this scar
Nothing more
Nothing less
Other than life
In this mess
The Alternative View
Real love isn’t all poetry
With hearts and fancy flowers
Sometimes it’s just about making do
And putting in the hours
Random #69
‘Oh, do you believe in love there…’
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