To No One in Particular

Back in the day, I was the guy you called for a pint-and-a-punch-up, back in the days when I didn’t drink.  Who do you call now, with so many moons passing?  I saw what's-her-name some time ago, it being a fragment of my imagination.She asked about you, but I couldn’t remember her name, so I ummed …

It Takes a Village

Bombardments, I see them in the distance, but realise that only a selected few know that truth.  I am a see’er.  It sounds mystical, because I am.  And we - I’ve not knowingly met another one, but I know they exist - are.  Mystical. It takes a village.  Bombardments seen in the distance. See’ers are trained to be indifferent.  Not on the …

Just Be’ing

Hold-up. Wait-a-minute. Tell me, whose play is this, yours or mine?This ain’t no act baby, this, and I mean this, is the real deal. You? You are the actor, or is it actress?, whatever the correct political phrase be, you are acting in another man’s play. Yes you Missy Mistress, in another’s man’s play. Give …

Truth bombs

I shall tell the truth when I am dead. Lies are for the living.

If I Could Live Forever

If I could live forever what would I be? Would I be a writer? a singer?  Or would I just be plain nothing, as nothing and as plain could be?  Who knows, maybe I would be just a no thing. If I could live forever, what would I do?  Would I do good, or would …

Words Don’t Matter

Words don’t matter, that’s why we read them. Turning the pages, dirtying our hands with dried ink of someone else’s words.  Let me read your hands, so I can tell you of your past and maybe your future. ‘Once upon a time’. That’s how every fairytale starts. Once, we had, upon a time, something to …

No Word Poem

Did you know that I once wrote you a poem?Yes, I wrote you a poem! Once.Carefully choosing words, strategically placing them one after each other, desperately trying to convey, I don't know what.I think it was love - so you told me.I wrote you a poem, didn't you read it? A friend told me to …

Angst

You told me that I write with 'angst'.  I respond, telling you that I write with words, and leave it to you to add the angst.

Lov’d Him

I’m not sure if I ever told him that I loved him. I have tried so many times to remember if I did. Not knowing, makes me even sadder. I did love him, and I loved him a great deal. But when you know your love will destroy their dreams, you remain silent. I was accused …

Up in Flames

You’d set your own happiness on fire for the attention

Lead

I don’t follow, I lead. Why date sheep, when you’re married to the butcher.

Last Laugh

Having had the last laugh, he saw the humour in his ultimate death. In living, others, he would never find out, just got to laugh a lot longer.