the papers scream and cry
they convey half the message
they really do try
it is changing times
science fiction points out all the signs
we live in a world –
where communities struggle to survive
Untie Me – Written August 2004 (Aged 29)
untie me
untie my legs
stop this craving –
for my bed
Now You Know – Written Tuesday 14th November 1995 (aged 20)
now, where are we…
where am i
i do not know why
i could not try
this world, does not make sense
do not know if i can live out this pretence
The Longest Running Farce – Written August 2004 (Aged 29)
let us be honest
none of us care for the office
the politics
the egos
the pettiness
Pills From a Stranger – Written Monday 13th November 1995 (Aged 20)
everybody has got to believe
everybody has got to know
got to grow
it is a case of us and them
Anger – Written Thursday 6th August 2004 (Aged 29)
violence may release some of it
but only back into the wild
it would soon return
the feeling would only last a while
Does it Matter – Written Monday 13th November 1995 (Aged 20)
what does it matter anyway
i can hope now for our friendship
i am sure i am have blown it away
It Is Over – Written Thursday 6th August 2004 (Aged 29)
it is over
you spent far too long there anyway
it is no job for a human being
or anyone with an ounce of feeling
Living Apart – Written Sunday 12th November 1995 (Aged 20)
climbing the stairs
i still look around with intrepidation
always being away
in my world, a hang up from a long time ago
Making it Fit – Written Monday 2nd August 2004 (Aged 29)
i have seen people
that maybe
would have turned on the light
i am left in a daze
and fumbling through my perpetual night
