Workout. 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.
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Muse. A poem.
Fingers dance Rhythm and rhyme Enticed from wood And strings of steel Peerless sensuality Entranced, sublime The muse alive in me Music is my true love. And it loves me back, assuredly. Continue reading Muse. A poem.
One Day. A poem.
When I’m here Alone (as always) Projecting random thoughts Internalising fears Rejecting self I think of you Though you know me Not at all I live in hope That one day You will Unrequited love. It lives on in our hearts and minds, the very minds that hold us back from expressing that love. And so we carry it inside, hiding it away, dreaming of the day we might set it free. I write a lot of poems about it. Someday my torch will burn for all to see. Until then, I will continue to smoulder and write and dream. Continue reading One Day. A poem.
Perspective.
So, what are the rules of life? I guess, when it comes down to brass tacks (that’s an old-fashioned saying, youngsters, cause, I’m, like, a bit old and stuff), there aren’t really any. Or are there? I’m sounding suspiciously ambiguous and much less wise than I originally thought I would, but bear with me… Now I know there are moral and ethical guidelines that we should (but often don’t) apply, and, for those of us who are religious, there are rules for that, too. There are rules established by our upbringing, familial environment, school (don’t run in the halls!), our … Continue reading Perspective.
Pages. A poem.
I love books. Here’s a poem I wrote that expresses just that.
Pages
Paper gods
In times of need
Beckoning me back
To places beyond imagining Continue reading Pages. A poem.
Remnants. A poem.
Remnants Rusted and decayed Painted with dust and tears And hues of better days Faded now, weathered By sun and rain in countless ways Of waxing moons and waning dreams Captured in a photograph Like a long forgotten elegy Spiderwebs … Continue reading Remnants. A poem.
Dog Walk. A poem.
I’ve been walking my friend’s dog, after house sitting there for a week. It’s to everyone’s benefit, as I can’t own a dog where I live and they don’t always have the time to walk her.
Here’s a poem about walking the dog. 🙂 Continue reading Dog Walk. A poem.
Elegy. 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.
Instinct. A poem.
Instinct Cat’s claws Raking red, black and blue Instinct My soul weeps Until you’re done, you’re through Instinct Leaves me lying The blood begins to pool Instinct Clean your claws Back again, round two Continue reading Instinct. A poem.
Drifter. A short tale.
I am shapeless, without form or feature. I float in the ether between worlds, a wisp of aimless consciousness, searching for convention. Twisting, turning, the eddies of astral winds cycling like water down an infinite drain. Drifting in and out of reality, an incorporeal whisper. I sense a gateway, hovering above me, yet below. I reach with fingers of mist-like curlicues, wondering if there is depth beyond the vision. I look through into a vast horizon of potentiality. But the way is just out of reach, tauntingly distant and seemingly insubstantial. I drift on, the astral breeze pushing and pulling … Continue reading Drifter. A short tale.
Need. A poem.
What I want Isn’t what I get What I need Is your respect Your love, your trust Together wed To put the past Finally to bed Continue reading Need. A poem.
Driven. A Haiku Trilogy.
Obscured Drive into the fog Feel the way, your headlights bold The road obscured Consequence Lights are up ahead Highlighting consequences You down shift the gears Path Your fate in reverse Go back up the road you came Take a better path Continue reading Driven. A Haiku Trilogy.
Alien Covenant. A movie review.
No spoilers! Not real ones, anyway… I just saw Alien Covenant. I was a bit concerned that it might be all promise and not deliver the goods (a bit like the rather crappy Prometheus that preceded it). But guess what? … Continue reading Alien Covenant. A movie review.
Who Are You? A poem.
Who are you? Are you what I make you? Are you the sum of dreams and fantasies? Could I cope with your reality? Would you live up to my fevered imagination and expectations? Would I live up to yours? Who are we? Perhaps it’s better off unknown Lest we disappoint ourselves Continue reading Who Are You? A poem.
The Yoke. A Poem.
The yoke weighed heavily I toiled the fields of my responsibilities I saw others dance and play all day and night And I was filled with envy And I longed to cast it aside So that I too could be free And one day I did I cast the yoke unto the dirt And my load was lightened And I joined the dancers in their revelry But while I danced into the cloying darkness By the empty light of a sullen moon My fields grew fallow And my crops failed And the subtle pangs of hunger Slowly turned to starvation … Continue reading The Yoke. A Poem.
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