(2013)
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you