Its arrival wasPrompted with expectation, But, like new year’s resolutions,Fraught and overwroughtWith impossible destinations.Almost expectedly, the skiesClouded with ashAnd the dogged rain Turned black;Every footstep becameA baptism of fire. A great darkness nowLingered on the land,Where once great beastsStrode with … Continue reading Black Dog Rain. A poem.
One day, your face Appeared to meAmong the crowd And I was lostAs I always amIn sight and soundAnd miseryAnd just as soonAs it was found Your face was lostAnd once againI was alone andDrowned, downedAmong the massOf ghosts aroundJust … Continue reading One day. A poem.
I awake, afloatOn an ink blackredundant seaOf redundancyAnd think, to sinkWould make a rockOf me, a mockeryTo sleep, you seeWould be idealBut it elusivelyExclusivelyEvades meAll fever dreamsAnd inner screamsThe weight that sinksMe, obscures meI lie awake, afloatOn an ink blackRedundant … Continue reading Redundant Sea. A poem.
Wandered the back alleys of my mindTo this dead end, I arrivedMystified how I lost my wayAnd wondering how I’d get out againLabyrinths are vast and ill-definedBewildering, confusing, by designAnd none provide a straight road home Just when you know … Continue reading Alleys. A poem.
Your love leaves me withA horrible aftertaste – Just so saccharine. For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Saccharine. A haiku.
Circles and circumstanceWinding upon themselvesThese constant continuitiesInto which we dive and delveAll roads lead to Rome it seemsWhich brings us back to hereThe point of origin within And source of all our tears For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Circuitous. A poem.
The merciless tide Pulls you deepYou may curseIts indomitable gripBut to no availThe ancient current The rip that dragsAnd fetters youCasts you ontoUnknown shoresWhere every soul’sJourney ends For more poetry, click here. Continue reading The Merciless Tide. A poem.
PerilousDark clouds aboveIn churningStorm-painted skiesAnd here I am, in betweenBlack depths belowIn churning,Storm-blown seasPerilous For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Perilous. A poem.
A fractured existenceBroken bones/broken heartEnduring, crawlingStriving to forgetOn splintered limbsForged in pain and regretTime heals allBut feel the filigree linesAll cracks and calcified Where movement grindsAnd creaks and groansTo melancholy rhymeReminded constantlyTo heal, one has to hurtBreaks and sprains, a … Continue reading Fractured. A poem.
Here lay a vacant block,Strewn with the detritusOf travellers, neighbours,And vagrant necessity. Overgrown and empty,Awash in a sea of cynicalDisregard and circumstance.You found it there,A fine purchase, almost lost In the crowd of lotsAnd auctioned showpieces.You bought the block and … Continue reading Vacant Block. A poem.
Another day and dollar downIn the exhibition of yearsTrials and tribulationsMeted out like punishmentsConfined and minimisedResigned and popularisedAnd every walk aloneIs a walk nearer the edgeThat threatens to toppleMansions to the groundAnd make mountains From molehills So I persevereResilience found … Continue reading Another Day. A poem.
The core of beingScooped out Like ice creamLeft to melt it seemsOn the kitchen side Sugary, sticky residue The uncomfortable remainsOf purpose and memoryJust a smearWeightlessA hollow shellA phantom Walking hallsSandwiched covers onA pageless memoirA fiction without meaningWithout character Revealing all and nothingLeft in betweenWeightless For more poetry, click here. To find out more about my poetry books, click here. Continue reading Weightless. A poem.
How can one’s surrounds Be such aching bliss Where all the light and shade Should meld as one, sublime? Yet inside, the cloying dark; The whispers and the thorns That tear a soul apart And leave the shell to die? … Continue reading Juxtaposed. A poem.
This riddle: This trial of decay Has shaken me from my Wide-eyed stupor And recruited me To a war of consequence Where life and limb And bold indecision Bear me back To suffering and pain Until the riddle’s solved I … Continue reading The Riddle. A poem.
See them spread their wings; The implicit irony Is they never fly. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in … Continue reading Winged but Won’t. A haiku.
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