Remember life The semblance of Before the fall (So far you fell, maybe you’re falling still) When integrity, respect Were friends on call All you’ve done All your transgressions You just wish it wasn’t so Accept the facts (False truths … Continue reading Remember. A poem.
Time passes Wounds heal Leaving scars And memories Of tragedy That fade But never disappear Completely But make us Who we are Continue reading Wounds. A poem.
You are the final piece Of this eternal puzzle The final piece To intersect And combine To make the parts Into the whole Bringing purpose And new life Complete Continue reading Puzzle Piece. A poem.
Multiple iterations Played over and over A thousand times or more Of what went wrong But another iteration Won’t change the game Or the final outcome Continue reading Iterations. A poem.
I am a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Is this a prison Of my own making The wheel spins Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Trapped in a cycle Continual heartbreak And recrimination Round goes the wheel Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Who dreams he is a man Who dreams he is a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Continue reading Wheel. A poem.
The furrowed brow The weight of my world Bringing me low My successes tarnished Corroded by rusty deeds And the lime of consequence Troubled thoughts Sail on a sea of responsibility The waves toss and tumble Almost as black as pitch And sticking like tar The dead weight of regret If I could be saved Would you extend a hand? Or let me be smashed on black reefs The wind is cold and hard It whispers in my ears A melody of darkness The fire fuelled And then brought low By implacable resistance Will I ever escape? Will I ever … Continue reading Anchor. A poem.
How could you say the things you did? And how could I respond in kind? Every bitter reproach Like a roadmap of our pain Every recrimination Like a hammer to my brain Holding back the tears Letting emotion and volume have their way Where logic would have saved the day Two mules head butting Unable to back down Two recalcitrants enabled In the aftermath When all is said and done When acrid smoke rises from the craters of regret Realising you can’t take back what was said And you wish you never had But it’s too late Far too late … Continue reading Too Late. A poem.
Sweat on brow Lactic acid burning Muscles straining Joints and ligaments Crying out Such wonderful pain These moments Bring me back to life In its absence Continue reading Workout. A poem.
Where do I walk Now the fields are burned And ash rises high in the sky The sun a red blur behind mottled clouds Each ray a spotlight on misery The bodies of the dead Charred and blackened Breaking beneath my feet Whispering as they crumble The killing fields where once we walked as one Now the battle’s done No victors here No spoils of war Just black fields of broken hearts And dust to dust A requiem for our shared defeat In the aftermath, none have won In the new world your will is done And I walk alone … Continue reading Elegy. A poem.
It’s a question One we all ask ourselves When no one else is there to ask When we think God is no longer listening When we feel low When we feel empty When we feel betrayed When we are hurt and in pain Why? Why me? Why is this happening? Why are you doing this? But while all questions deserve answers Answers are not always forthcoming Because life is not a Q and A session Life is not a simple straight line Life veers and sways like a fraying rope bridge over a bottomless chasm Life gives and life takes … Continue reading The Question. A poem.
Just a haircut But almost a new me Maybe not that extreme Short back and sides No style or flare Not much different Not enough hair If only one could change one’s lot With just a haircut Continue reading Haircut. A poem.
Streets afire with love divine Taking names and stumbling feet Liquor-fuelled lust surrounds Like ships that sail on silken sheets Uproarious dinner conversations Filled with gentle goodbyes And enthusiastic hellos And iPhone intermissions A cello paints the night In shades of blue and grey Pining for the one that flew Internal circumspection played Each over-revved car drives by Panthers stealthy, by light they slept Reanimated by the sunset lie To hunt abroad for civil prey And here I am in bed, alone again Listening to the many voices Of Saturday night retreaded And wondering why I am here by choice Continue reading Saturday Night. A poem.
I woke up this morning And died a little inside Again Always the same thing Too much overthinking Again A mind is a cruel beast Taunting and self loathing Again I imagine a place of rest But it’s so far away Again Maybe I’ll just sleep Forever and a day Again Continue reading Again. A poem.
I took you on, baggage and all Your overstuffed luggage Way over the weight limit My own baggage was carry on Small and non-descript Since then my luggage has grown To the size of an elephant And I’m the only one who can carry it Far too costly and expensive So I’ll carry it on my own From now on Alone Continue reading Baggage. A poem.
I tried to get up But the black dog held me down Every movement was too hard Every thought a leaden weight Black dog growled And I submitted, giving up again The bed was my cage, my brain the lion tamer “Just who do you think you are?” he cried, cracking the whip again “This is who you’re meant to be,” I heard him through my pain And I lay there and wept, because some truths are hard to accept And the black dog lay upon me, a smile/a snarl on its lips “Today is not your day,” it said. … Continue reading Dregs. A poem.
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