this is mine,
these walls,
the windows with peeling paint
Category: Poems November 2001
It is Not That I Think – Written November 2001 (Aged 26)
it is not that i think,
that my beliefs are deep and weighty
or that we toil to get it told
it is that it is rejected ,
the bareness of the soul
Strangers in the Cafe (Originally Untitled) – Written November 2001 (Aged 26)
friends and maybe family
need you,
far more than outsiders
the universe is alive
it has nomadic riders
people who feel,
Did You Rock the Cradle – Written November 2001 (Aged 26)
i learned about kings
and you taught me about a tyrant
did you congratulate me,
when the first thought in my head –
scrambled for freedom
and clambered out of my bed
Quiz Night – Written November 2001 (Aged 26)
life is quiz night
someone else seems to win
and get all the answers right
yet some do not know where to begin
A Merry Dance – Written Friday 2nd November 2001 (Aged 26)
the soup kitchen is a street away
put the paper in a bin
do not let the hope stray
the shelter in a cloud of hope
The Loss of Two Towers (Uncertain Times) – Written Friday 2nd November 2001 (Aged 26)
they say there is a threat to civilisation
that is the, ‘rallying call’,
so where is the war on poverty and starvation
surely the greatest killer of them all
One Day At a Time – Written Thursday 1st November 2001 (Aged 26)
one day at a time
friday was my best friend
sunday slowed me down
thought it would never end
Holding Onto the Past – Written Thursday 1st November 2001 (Aged 26)
i could sit here,
and talk of how it used to be
when i used to be a miserable wreck
trying to set my feelings free
how can those days have been the best?
