Almost a cliche nowThe weight of stuff, enoughTo drag your feetThrough ashes on the streetAs if walking anywhere Really made a differenceThe merry go roundOf pleasure, pain, shameOf doing right and being wrongThe exception to the ruleInterminableRule your world Castigate … Continue reading The Weight of This Regret. A poem.
This poem is dedicated to my nephew, may he rest in peace. Steve A place far from homeWhere wanderers traipseWith weary, callused feet And where roads endIn more ways than oneWhere the horizonIs oh so far awayBut close enough to … Continue reading A Place Far From Home. A Poem.
When rest is ill metWhen time is heaven spentWhen loneliness shakesMy tree, leaves me rent Your voiceThe sonic equivalent Of water to the parchedOf land to the drowningOf peace to the waywardYour voice Soothed my painheaven spent For more poetry, … Continue reading Heaven Spent. A poem.
Despair is not an easy thing:It requires commitment, hard work and lots and lots ofwallowing.Despair requires you dig deep:Determined self loathing is the key, or so they say, all bitter sweet.Despair is a friend to me:Who am I to argue … Continue reading Despair. A poem.
FailureFocus blurredMyopic hazeHeartfelt lossLofty goalsBeyond surfeit Words ceaseBlack hole lifeNo Man’s LandBullets punctuateThe trench line Horizon, justOut of reachFaded sunsetLimping shadowExhausted Empty tankEndless beachDragging feetThere is no tryJust do For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Failure. A poem.
Some short and some long,A storied trail between stops.The intransigent pathRemains dim as you plod.Repudiated by walls That batter your prideAs you wallow in thought Through your long, lonely night.Of hope and return,Towards a beacon, twilight;A promise eternal At the … Continue reading Tunnels and Lights. A poem.
We fly in dreamsConjoined and collectedAt heights that mightCall lesser soulsTo vertigo Against windsOf time and tideChurn and changeWe soar and swoopLike angels on the wingAnd grasp and gropeIn the vainest of hopesThat we not loseOurselves to eternity (A deprivation … Continue reading We Fly. A poem.
And just as quicklyAs we fanned the sparksAnd the flames lickedAnd careened across Our forms unsubtle The light expiredAs we doused the wickAnd thoughts heavyWith hyperboleAngst and fear And honestyFell on deafened earsOnce dear to meI turned awayI shouldered blameAnd … Continue reading Again. A poem.
Here I lieAcross the miles from your ordered lifeFormally informal thoughtsAnd elegant surpriseBeauteous and wiseFettered ofttimesBy perspective and abstractionBut sharp, never dulledA knife keen and trueAnd like youI find myself longingTo be held and revealedIn such a forgiving lightWhose longing … Continue reading Beacon. A poem.
I do not feel The age of oldInside outI am fit and boldEveryone alwaysTells me soSo I just don’t feelThe age of old For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Old? A poem.
Post-overwrought ballet,Pervasive humidity and aCreased mountain rangeReveal a satisfied canvass:Spent libertines draped‘Cross plural landscapes.Confident and confidential,An oblique sculptureOf hearts and mindsAnd loneliness forfeitedIn dual vindication. For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Vindication. A poem.
On the black tar veld,Surrounded by beastsAnd wavering heat.We travel the path: Forever southward,Across lost lands,‘Neath forgotten stars.Here, Hand-in-hand,Ear to the wind,Avoiding pitfallsAnd predatorsThat might bring us low,Wary yet unawares, Forever on, we go.Because we are lostIn each other’s talesAnd … Continue reading Southward. A poem.
Here we areTwo souls enshroudedCaught between dunesOf desert seasTwin oases in bloomBeckoning between miragesAnd unsubtle foraysInto dated wildernessTo join as one And cast aside doubtsIn nascent firesOf pleasure and pain For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Bond. A poem.
If only this heart could recogniseThe thousand tiny diamondsOf light, the albedo soSlick and knowingAnd revealing, And realisedIn a singleLonelyTeardrop For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Teardrop. A poem.
We are piecesScattered Jigsaw piecesPieces of traumaloveangerjoylongingpainPiecesTo connectMaybeFind ourselves Again For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Pieces. A poem.
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