Love hangs in the balance,
of an everlasting truce.
thoughts
Humour is always needed
Whilst discussing and deciding which clothes to bury her husband in, my mother suddenly exclaims:
I did want him to wear a shirt but do you think I should pack him a cardigan because it gets cold in those chapels.
The Monster Within
It calls to me at night,
The beast shrouded in darkness.
Silent calls echoing in my mind,
Reverberate through my heart
And pierce my soul.
Each night he lays,
At the foot of my bed,
Waiting until my thoughts drift.
Only then will he pounce,
Tearing ideas, limb from limb
Allowing only tattered dreams.
Then in the morning, he sleeps.
Content in his role, fulfilled
Leaving me only with fragments.
Scorched cinders of denial.
Crushed bastions of brilliance,
Fallen around my feet.
Just a Thought
Sometimes all it takes, is a whisper of faith
For a ball of hope to become a burning ambition
Living without passion
..
Without conflict could we still survive, would we still want to live in our ever revolving faceless world of placation? Would we miss having fire in our bellies? Miss having passion and love and anger? Without emotion are we even really living or merely existing?
If you were able to live forever without the fresh breeze on your face, or the spray of the waves of the sea falling in mists on your skin, or without ever hearing the rising call of the lark or feel the warmth on the skin of your cheek: would this be living?
Freedom for Equality
Oh to be free.
The Inconsistency of Truth
4am
And I find myself writing lists
Under the corners of my eyelids
The iris ink lingering
Over the final quatrain
Of this unfinished saga
Shameless thoughts
Thinking of you in the darkness
Because daylight only highlights the blush
Some days are like that
Some days it fits
Everything falls into place
Neatly, precisely
Each component slides
Inside predetermined slots
Like a perfect Tetris score
An endless game of snake
Some days it all works
Like its supposed to
With a clear aim in mind
The day hurtles towards its goal
Firm in the knowledge
there will be no hitches
No hidden surprises, no sudden flaws
Some days are like this
Today, is not such a day
Camping Under The Pink Moon
A pickle full of poets
A pocket full of rhyme
A folder full of bookmarks
And all for saving time
A vast array of forums
Of word and wit unknown
Those crosses on the calendar
Emit an eerie tone
And when the hands crossover
And champs begin to sing
Encouragement that drove her
Might melt away to spring
