Friday, January 17, 2020

What happened to the world

What happened to the world where the young respected the old,
where the migrant moulded to the settled,
where the existing was treated with deference?

I have no more patience for the cries from the weak,
demanding respect and tolerance,
outraged, when the abnormal is treated as such,
where the choice of who and what we associate with is no longer ours,
and our words are strangled before we can utter them.

I have no more tolerance for those who beg out due to their own inefficiencies,
who need to be treated with kid gloves lest they are triggered by the inconsequential.
The world is harsh. Treating the weaker as equals, has created a society
where abnormal is normal and right is wrong.
When differences were a choice made by the strong,
it led to a better existence, with stronger, healthier, happier people.

Instead, the incapable dominate by sheer noise and pushy brusqueness,
pointing fingers at the outside world instead of back into themselves.
How can you hope to become strong and independent if you keep hiding behind a label,
a safe space, bowing out instead of manning up, expecting the majority to tiptoe around the minority lest we inadvertently trip them up to melt down into a worthless puddles of fast evaporating water in the heat of the midday sun.

When did strong and capable become the undesirable?
When did being balanced and healthy become a threat?
When did normal become an aberration, something to be avoid, downplayed, even hidden?
When did I start censoring my own opinions and beliefs?
Who has handed the power over to the weak?
Have I passed over into another world?

Friday, November 15, 2019

[of you]

It’s empty, where you used to lie,
cold, where you used to touch me,
hollow, the songs which meant so much
to you and me,
dusk is falling in showy colours,
soon it will be dark,
and I will be alone
with my memories
[of you]

Friday, October 25, 2019


A single moment is all it takes to change the world,
a single deed, a single word, can change who you are,
one moment you’re in command, the very next second…

……in a different place, in a different world,
I’m looking at a different you,
every step I’ve taken to get here is different,
everything we’ve done is different,
I clearly did not know what was going on,
you are different, you are not who I knew you to be,
parts of you were hidden from me,
and I am different,
I have been building a puzzle with missing pieces,
I have no idea where I am now,
the route has gotten terribly convoluted and overgrown with shadows,
I’m in the company of strangers, least of all myself,
and I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow, or next week, or next year,
every certainty has changed, been removed or reshaped,
my entire world has collapsed and it is terrifying, as I watch
the world as I know it, shatter……….

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Misty Moments

This day is slowly coming to an end,
mist rises from the south over the ocean,
and as this grey wall moves ever closer,
I draw closer to be with you.

In the falling silence we sit, side by side,
breathing in the moist, salty air,
feel the peace and tranquillity it brings,
just as I feel when I am with you.

The sky, the sea, the valley a swirling cloud,
a shroud around the world, as we are wrapped in our love,
trawling across the mind and body of the other,
seeking the mystery that is within only you.

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Blind Faith

How do you engineer an act of blind faith and trust
when faith cannot be attested to and trust is often broken,
how, when you can see the blood, the fear, the pain flowing from every cell,
shed tears of sadness for missed days, hours, a childhood,
for the love of parents never felt,
for the cuts from the ones meant to protect us,
for the tears swallowed and blinked away,
trying to be strong, trying to be brave, faking it, what for?
I’ve only hurt myself, the scars and bruises my doing,
because everything I did and do, was and is my choice,
I am the doer, the sayer, the slayer,
there's an origin to this misshapen thinking and reacting
but I am the one answerable, and in my hands lie too
the ability to forgive, to lessen its importance, lessen its impact,
to open up another way for me to experience meaning, true love and joy.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Friday the 13th

This Friday the 13th
I call onto Thee,
all that is good,
let it be! Let it be!

With the Full Moon tonight
dance in silver rays light,
dream a dream of pure gold,
it will be, it’s foretold   🅥

Thursday, September 12, 2019

It rained that day

The skies are crying tears of sorrow,
grey mist enfolds me with a sadness
that’s from deep within my being,
a sense of loss, a sense of mourning,
as spools and spools of memories
dance before my eyes and I see moments
I wish I could touch again, see people
I wish I could hold again, see times
I wish I could re-live again,
and I feel heartache from the loss,
sadness from what could have been,
regret from not doing what I wanted,
for every time I sacrificed my soul.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019


attachment to things, to feelings, to people, to places,
attachment, attachment, attachment….
the source of so many discomforts in the self,
attachment to the fire provided by an illicit drug,
to the rush of a love affair, the exhilaration of success,
to the illusion your appearance will change your life,
to the comfort of a predictable day, month, year!#@%,
if only these attachments could dissolve in the moonlight,
freeing the mind from hidden bonds, opening doorways
and highways to unexplored places, where you’re free,
unattached, you’ll be yourself.