can’t really function
a figure from the past
has tied a sail to my mast
and i cannot get away
Category: Poems November 1998
I Pause – Friday 27th November 1998
i am a sleeping giant
who is dwarfed by it all
i wish i could but i cannot –
i am just far too small
A Few More Words – Friday 27th November 1998
words captivate me
in an imaginary world
where the stage is balanced
and not sloping downwards
The Alcoholic’s Daughter – Friday 20th November 1998
it is not meant to be like this
it is not really fair
that i should have this feeling
and that you are not here
A Scratch – Friday 20th November 1998
a scratch can be like a little pain
a scratch on my imagination
is revealing the canvas underneath
Implications – Friday 26th November 1998
or almost beyond belief
taken the ground from under my feet
restored and adored my faith
the implications of the situation
A Successful Life – November 1998
a successful life is hard to define
success is like confidence
it is a state of mind
Room – Sunday 15th November 1998
that is mine and that belongs to me
this is alright
with my badly painted lamp turned on
with my badly tainted pain almost gone
The Score – Sunday 15th November 1998
but where do i put it
a case is no place,
for a sad and guilty face
Rich and Deep – Sunday 15th November 1998
by friday i knew how to feel
even in the cold, i will melt
by saturday you were still there
by today i knew how i felt
