This was written with a huge amount of help from a rather young Rob Strachan. It was altered after I had long chat with a Jehova’s Witness, even when I professed my atheist proclivities he talk for another hour. I think He was trying to get this across. God is goodGod is kindGod is easy…
Category: Poetry
Poetry
Childhood Terrors
Fears of the children’s nightmaresEnveloping shadows appear to hideTearing to pieces all their cares.Surreal Bogeyman claw and thrive Enveloping shadows appear to hideDrawn deep in despairSurreal Bogeyman claw and thriveGrasping at the fetid air Drawn deep in despairThe banshee wails another groanGrasping at the fetid airFeeling dread as cold as stone A banshee wails another…
Fountain Pen
Dipped into the dark well,Drinking deep, gulping black.Sating its thirst in inky pools,Filling its belly.Readying itself to be drawn acrossBrass nib skating over vellumLeaving definition in defined tracks,Shapes, squiggles, surreptitiously soldered,Cartography catered and cauterized.Gouged the thick paper,Leaving its mark, then marking its leave.Put back to bed with a lid clicked.
Relationships
They’re a bit like riding a bike You need to keep the wheels going Or you’ll fall off and skin your knee With nothing left for showing. Maybe they’re more like playing the flute You’ve got to practice everyday In case you honk out a discordant note Which will leave you in disarray. Perhaps like…
Rainy Day
Grey against the whiteStreaked, solemn, satin waves.Rolling across the skyBeckoning a rainy day. Droplets drip drippingSpit, spit, spitting, A pattern repeating. Beat beating, beat,Hammering drops with tapdancing feet,Lancing the clouds, tumbling downFaster than fast, flooding the townPotential torrential abrupt elementalLashing, loosing, drowning, abusing.Primal in its thunderous fear.Covering the ground in lakes of tears Before moving…
Marginalized
Yellowing skin stretched over bone,Cracking with age, lined and alone.Decadent past, a flesh ridden tomb.Bound in the darkness, sealed in gloom.Thoughtless, shambolic, histrionicA dutiful leaving of self-deceivingCompleting a mastery of discarded wasteHiding the loathing of a saving grace.Pulling together the illusions of selfIgnoring the tatters of mental health.Dark, derided, scorned, blindsidedBroken utterly and misguided.Tossed on…
Punctuation
Ever been chased by a full stop?In my dreams, punctuation marks hate me,They chase me relentlessly,Murmuring darkly their importance.Full stops periodically pause to take a breath.Semi colons though wander confused;Should they stop, should they continue,Then get overcome with performance anxiety,And change themselves into an evil comma.Commas are the worst,They, appear, whenever, they, want,Slightly break up…
Flag Shagging
You’ve taken the national Union Jack,Elevated it with hate and bluster,The people rise and follow back,Your zombie hordes ready to muster.Clinging to your every silken word,Captivated by your prodigious charm,Craven absurdity beyond absurd,Feeding on blood-soaked rhetoric’s harm.They sway to propaganda’s enticing song,Dancing merrily, emptied eyed.Seeking to only “just belong”With their allegiance rectified.the trumpets call and…
Vapid Mess
What vapid mess do I behold,Etched deep on recessed mirrors plane,Sanctimonious reflection if truth be toldA darkening of the light of day.Shadowed image of my former selfA corruption of what I once wasThat picture of perfect mental healthLacking reason or just because.Despair cloaking all my thoughtsAs I try to grasp at sanity’s strawsThe “black dog’s”…
Broken
There was a time when I stopped caring,Existing, robotically living,Just eating, breathing, drinking. Repeat.Sleeping to waste away the hours.As awake was unbearable.Depression is a funny old thing,It has many monstrous guises,Morphing from the grey nothingnessTo crucifying you with hateful images.Back again to the empty void,Before tricking you with a glimpse of happiness.Repeat and shuffle, then…