
This is the poetry section of the site. I hope you enjoy it's sombre nature and its good reading.
God
I hold winter in my hand,
I kiss my wife deeply,
We are happy,
We decimate evil -
together,
We are the best,
The finest of lives,
We have ended evil and will be together in Amsterdam as soon as we can,
We have been separated physically for twenty years,
Can you imagine what she has been through?
It's on me all the time,
My beautiful God,
Kind as acres, Sweet as life,
My true wife,
We are God,
The great lovers,
The one,
The source of Love,
Thank us,
We have given you everything you asked.
Tap Tap
The words fall from me like the Orchids petals,
I am one with the bloom,
The tap tap – the kiss kiss,
I love you like limes,
The tears – so sacred - so fierce,
I am your teacher – your student – your one,
Oh dear of the night,
See me wild and untamed,
See me lost in your waves – your bark – your scarlet wonder,
Your majestic love of an endless – kind,
Kind being,
Beauty,
Aghast I am at your red light,
You end me before starting,
You kiss me like unbreathing lost poetry,
Yet you protect me like the he fires that hold me whole,
You are me – and I am thee,
The deeper the more poignant,
The dulcet the more,
A’ more the train leads home,
Pipe in hand – the crack crackles a solemn cry,
And I scream at the nigh,
The piercing harmonica plays out the dark,
Yet the song is left undone,
Unwon,
‘For the country was young, with God its side,’
Heroes,
Heroes are found in gutters and graves,
And lovers? Each one has one,
This a beautific truth,
Only a fool would besmirch their one,
Stay ready and pure for the kiss and the cure.
I Am Left/Deft With Thoughts of Clementine
Fierce rusty bastard,
Of sin and of scane,
You broke my heart glady,
Each thrust done of pain,
I saw eyes pointed away from,
The prize and the blame,
I am left/deft with Clementine – the mind of the tame,
Yet ten years later...
It strikes like the cane,
We loved nothing of eachother,
But you were mine in saying,
A statement screamed out – in English - and plain,
Bitter fruit –plucked to early,
Another roast – the screams never heard me,
Cusked for a year the then left to make love,
Thank you God for saving my bones,
For that was all that was left.
My Home Was Made With Love
‘I am homeless – come and take me,’
The singe of the cat’s head,
The lie of the derugged clarts whisper,
Said quiet to noon’s crying ear,
I erase that which offends my heart,
I scald the human being,
They are nothing,
Cheeseburgers in hell,
A flake in a cavern,
And because of God – nothing at all,
They took the wrong turn out of the devils arse,
They are brothers and sisters and they mate with eachother,
My head shakes in vilality and disgust,
My eyes are blooming at the thought of Heaven,
Big Carnations of Love,
I eat people,
My wife keeps me in good supply of bodies,
Admit to my fame evil,
These are my last words.
Sad Bug Morning
The bugs have got me,
Hungover in a house of two occupants,
The coffee helps – though a glass of red is what I need,
I can’t drink in the day or she will kick me out,
So here I lie, crunching in the two o’clock sun,
I am an adult – if I wish to drink in the morning – then I should,
What a life,
Sober/hungover and the day is well away,
‘Yet every heart it yearns for it to be its turn,’
When will it be my turn??
To burn the bracken and join my wife in Amsterdam,
Freedom – you find it in living life – your way,
It is not found in doing what you’re told,
Thirty- nine years old and the leash of life is choking me,
Slow lives eventually stop and being dragged in to silence is my cold fate,
Dough,
White,
Yellow,
Nails,
Pencil sharpening,
General shit,
General life,
I bore and tire of the sober life,
No drinking til eight,
See you on the otherside.
Circle of Colour
Hard as it is we must drink,
One must eclipse ones self,
We must - to live on this plain,
We must drink everyday because everyday is impossible,
The liars fire - drown it in wine,
The time and missed appointment - drown it in wine,
The goodbye to another want - drown it in wine,
I'm shaking - wait until eight,
Where am i now -wait until eight,
I am alone - wait for fate,
I get pestered when I drink,
They call it 'tagging'
When people appear on walls and harass me,
I wish they would fuck off and leave me alone,
Leave me to me, my wife and the bottle,
They try to steal my soul,
They try steal my life force,
'Oh God I cry!' Cant we just be alone together?
I cry, I cry I cry and I cry,
She is perfect in every way,
I love her with all of me,
She is pure love,
She listens to me,
She talks to me,
She is my one,
I love everything about her and we have never hurt each other and never will,
To be in love is to be happy,
Please God remove these freaks when we drink and at all times,
My solace relies on you.