The Urgent Sea Of Life

There’s something about

The rush of the waves

Those echoing sounds

From beyond the caves

This feels like home

To me

That sheer expanse

Of glass like water

As I stand here shaking

In awe before her

I know when I wade in

I’ll be free


Happy Place

Take me back

To the sea

For it is where

I need to be

But don’t think because

I’ve emptied my pockets

That will be

Enough to stop it

For in the end

It will just be me

Sinking down

Into the depths of the sea

(Originally Posted 10.12.2020)

The Lochaber Traverse

I gave away

Your boots today

To a charity shop

For next time I know

I’ll be walking alone

All along that rugged hilltop


Gone For Good

What I have lost

Can’t be replaced

For our footsteps

Can’t be retraced

(Originally Posted 10.12.2019)

The Perfect Cruise

Not the North Sea, mind

It’s far too fucking cold

Somewhere in the Med, perhaps

Underneath a sky of gold


Landlocked

If only
we could
just drift
away
to sea

Instead
of being
trapped
here in
misery

(Originally Posted 19.10.2019)

Inescapable

It doesn’t matter where I go

Or who I try to be

One thing is always for sure

Trouble follows me


The Road To Happiness

So it’s off
out of the
country
again

Leaving
my
troubles
behind

Perhaps
I’ll find
happiness
again

Or at
least
peace
of mind

(Originally Posted 02.10.2019)

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In this city

I once called home

I know I could never

Feel alone


Coming Home

It’s not
that I
love this
city

It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here

(Originally Posted 08.09.2019)

Random #221

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future.

Choose life.

Renton

Random #189

“Life becomes a habit. You get up, dress, eat, go tae work, clock in etcetera etcetera automatically, and think about nothing but the pay packet on Friday and the booze-up last Saturday. Life’s easy when you’re a robot.”

– Alasdair Gray

Random #156

‘All that was good,
All that was fair,
All that was me is gone.’

– Robert Louis Stevenson

Random #154

“May the best you’ve ever seen,
Be the worst you’ll ever see.
May the mouse ne’er leave your girnal,
Wi’ a tear drap in it’s e’e.
May your lum keep blithely reekin’,
Till ye’re auld enough to dee.
May you aye be just as happy,
As I’d like ye aye tae be.”

– Traditional Scottish Toast

Snow Gates

Every twist and turn

Each up and down

All tell a different story

There really is nothing

To rival these roads

In all their majestic glory

Salt & Vinegar

When you asked

For a macaroni pie

I knew

That we’d get on

But when you ordered

A pizza crunch

I knew then

You were the one

In The North

It never quite gets dark

This time of year

Which makes the sky so pretty

But when you’re already

Struggling to sleep

It’s actually just shitty

Random #92

‘Land of my high endeavour

Land of the shining river

Land of my heart forever

Scotland The Brave’

Random #91

‘Scotsmen are said to be clannish folk. This may be because many a Scotsman never truly leaves his home. His home is always in his heart.’

– Unknown

Better Plans

Shall we go out today

He said

Have a blast and give it our all

I’m afraid I already have a date

She said

With pizza, beer and football

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

Beinn Eighe

My heart 
belongs
to the
Highlands

Of
that
there
is no
doubt

I
pray
for
the
day

I
drive
all
that
way

And my
heart
just
gives
out

Independence

Looking
into the
void

Lives
destroyed

But we
will never
give in

Minds
annoyed

Hearts
unemployed

Yet hopeful
we can
still win

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