the trees in autumn –
lost their leaves –
to an eager winter
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Television Opinion People – Written Thursday 26th August 1999 (Aged 24)
strange people
with their strange ideas
badly disguised insecurities
and their obvious fear
forming opinions on you
Arms, Legs and Heart (Routine) – Written November 2000 (Aged 25)
how did it end up like this
me in the pockets of big companies
ties me to routine
arms, legs and heart
my heart has become a constant scream
I Lost Two – Written October 2000 (Aged 25)
i lost two
they gave up on their feet
like statues
cold to the touch
unable to see their breath
Are You Surprised To See Me? – Written Monday 25th September 2000 (Aged 25)
you point at me
who do you think you are?
so you are surprised to see me in this venue
in this this tacky place
When I Was Seventeen – Written Tuesday 7th January 2020 (Aged 44)
i feel time is fleeting
and i try to savour
each and every meeting
when i was seventeen
life was large and unexplained
Reinvent My Wheel – Written Tuesday 23rd June 2009 (Aged 34)
the emotional suicide
the tearing up of scrolls
the redundant inside
the needing hold
On The Cliff Edge – Written Tuesday 28th August 2001 (Aged 26)
i have built my dreams
on a cliff edge
but the sea does not intrude
Secretland
I stood on the beach and stared out to the horizon and as i looked i hoped that in some way the horizon would move closer and provide me with some answers. of course, in reality it did not and it never was going to. I looked to my left and then I looked to my right. From my current vantage point the beach appeared to stretch infinitely either side of me. I look again at the horizon and this time I noticed how calm the sea was as it gently lapped against the shoreline which was just beyond my feet. I studied the almost rhythmic nature of the waves and longed for them to give me an answer but like the horizon before me, it to would not tell me any information. I was sure that they were all oblivious to my existence.
January 2020 TBBTG Update: Happy New Year and My Poetry Big Bang Moment
I have written before about why I started write but I have never really thought about my big bang moment. At the age of 16 I heavily got into Marc Bolan and I loved the lyrics and the way he used words, subsequently I got into a whole range of artists, Kinks, Beatles then John Lennon and so on, all strong lyricists.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 