Common thinking Vessels sinking Stagnant seas Forever shrinking. Truth is bleeding Lies impeding Waves consume Without receding.
Ransack reason ‘BRAND NEW SEASON!’ Drown out dreaming ‘WATCH LIVE STREAMING!’ Slay the silence ‘CONTAINS VIOLENCE’ No invention ‘PAY ATTENTION’.
In the Blaze
I wished for a life without feeling When sadness held hostage my days I yearned for a love less revealing But lost all my hope in the blaze.
Listless and lost In the mist and the frost She is weakening now Drawing lines on my brow. Winter is cruel To the field and the fool I am weakening now She is stronger, somehow.
Corner me to comfort you Open me to close the page You will rue such surgery When I fill the air with rage.
Bunsen burner Burning bright Seal my wounds With pale blue light Sear my senses Kill my fight Bunsen burner Burning bright.
He Withers Alone
A corporate man With an eloquent tone Is alive in the crowd But he withers alone.
An Arrogant Song
A self-righteous man Sings an arrogant song And the timing is right But the notes are all wrong.
Take That Back!
A very large nose Sniffing my sentence Bent on retraction And seeking repentance.
I watched an old lady Fall flat on her face And nobody helped It was such a disgrace. I stifled my laughter To offer a hand But she knew too well I had more laughter planned. So she swung with her cane And a swooshing sound Was all I could hear As she fell to the ground.
Good Sir, you are a flake The good for nothing kind! Arise at once, awake! Complete the work assigned!
When Dreams Dissolve
What is your true intention In seeking my detention To keep your ghosts at bay Or chase your fears away? I do not wish for passion It soon goes out of fashion But I could use a friend On whom I can depend. No promise of devotion No grand romantic notion A lover I can trust When dreams dissolve and rust.
History is sliced apart By daggers drawn To pierce the heart And stain emotion With the blood A notion we call ‘Greater good’.
A sentence scorned by fear Unworthy of reveal Deemed dubious by doubt Should lodge its own appeal.
Orders to Leave
In a whisper of fearless fatigue She decanted her sadness to he And it followed his rivers to sea Until clouds issued orders to leave.
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Assertion in Haste
I grow weary of certainty Frail in the face of Such truculent claims Filling time, out of place With these transient lives Nothing lasts, do not waste Every moment to laugh With assertion in haste!
When sickness denies me sleep And pain shoots sharp, and deep Beyond the killers reach A distance too far too breach Flash me a tender smile Seize me with graceful guile And laughter will swiftly steal The target from his ordeal.
I’ve been very foolish, it seems And placed hidden bets on my dreams Indebted to time and to place I curl up in silent disgrace
She lived because she laughed She laughed until she cried She cried because she lived She lived until she died.
I once met a girl With an awful affliction Her eyes beset men With a dire addiction And only her glance could dispel The sound of the funeral knell. But she, not aware of her spell Donned sunglasses early this day And bodies turned swiftly to grey My last words are written this way.
The Burning in the Blast
Look at all these riches Father Look at all the gold So many born to poverty And you, so very old But you won’t feel the cold. Listen to the voices Father Listen to the screams Children’s bodies torn apart So many strangled dreams You didn’t know, it seems. Punishment is coming Father Punishment at last Your pulpit cannot shield you from The burning in the blast ...
A Winter’s Summer day A breeze that whispers Spring Will soon be on the way To colour everything.
He once gave in to fear To kill its wicked voice It drove him to despair He had no other choice! But from the silence came A choir of piercing screams He wished again for fear To dull the roar of dreams.
The moment I entered the room She lifted her bosom up high And parted her long dress Revealing a thigh. ‘Sister Fidelma?’ said I. ‘Tell me your sins!’ she replied.
One evening fairly recently I was detained at breaking dawn For dressing quite indecently What rubbish! I had nothing on!
Only in Words
She seizes my gaze with her beauty She captures my breath with a glance But only her mind will ensnare me For only in words can I dance.
My only resolution Is simply to replace My chisel with a pickaxe To escalate my pace.
Colour in Truth
What use is suspense When the outcome is known? Why wear a disguise When your cover is blown? There is colour in truth Give me colourful skies Not the blackness of fear Or the whiteness of lies.
Memories delivered By the wiry hands of Winter Pierce a weakness in my armour And the smell of blood will linger.
Reflections of Night
When a dream spreads its wings With intent upon flight To enlighten the day With reflections of night Let intention subside And your senses will rise To discern each new truth In the clearest of skies.
A face in a faceless crowd A soul in a soulless place A voice from a silent face Life should be lived out loud.
There is immutable sadness Off limits to self-serving opinion Impervious to the icy probes of analysis Blind to silver linings And the plush palette of perspective. Try as we may To heal the paralysis of pain With well-travelled wisdom And ageless anecdotes Our words rapidly ricochet. The crimson corridors of grief echo With the murmurings of one mind. We cannot tread invisible...
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each...– Rainer Maria Rilke
Hurry Dear, the queue has started We must seize our place! Hurry Dear, my bag is heavy We must find some space! Hurry Dear, they called the number Hurry Dear, make haste! Take my bag, it’s rather heavy There’s no time to waste! Hurry Dear, our seats are that way We must find some space! Make it fit, but watch the perfume Don’t give me that face!
Searching for Hatred
Guilt in an insidious beast. It dives deep and surfaces swiftly. On the day of her father’s funeral, it was the only feeling Kathy could recognise as real. For so long he had been the object of her hatred. The very mention of his name set fire to her belly, consuming her kindness. Infrequent attempts at re-connection went without reply. She was better without him in her life, stronger...
Intent on admonition I locked my eyes upon her With a craving for contrition And a need to right a wronging. But I did not count on feeling And I could not find my fury As her eyes began concealing Every witness from the jury.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave...– Anatole France
The Terror of Transience
We hang our dreams on passing clouds And curse the swirling wind We build our lives to please the crowds And follow leaders blind. So terrorised by transience We grasp and seek to hold And in our drunken dalliance Believe our fate controlled.
Arrest my stained opinions Encircle my belief Attack my stagnant judgment Reveal my masked motif.
Burnt or Burning
She speaks softly of desire But her words are laced with passion And I see her body twisting In a very pleasant fashion. Yet I wonder if our yearning Is a fire burnt or burning.
Amidst the blur of blinking lights A lonely soul did wander With heavy eyes resigned to loss Of dignity and wonder. Surrounded by the hurried feet Of shoppers blind to reason He cracked a wistful Winter smile To mark the passing season.
Wake the Night
Leave your fairy-tales to fiction And your lofty plans to dreaming Give desire no restriction Let us wake the night with screaming.
In a fit of ceaseless craving I descended on her dwelling With no patience for behaving And a need to salve my swelling.