you want to reach into a past but it is not real
it is a hopeful feeling
of feelings that you used to once feel
Tag: poem
The Real Battles Won- Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
those who fought and battled
from child labour, women’s votes,
the struggles of working people
the fights that had to be fought
all to strive for a better fairer more equal society
now we have people,
betraying all those struggles
Mongrel Nation – Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
i am very tired of this,
tired of people –
too afraid to be anything –
other than narrow minded
Fearful – Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
some people seem to crouch in their fear
as if it is a way of life
an ignorant leer,
they yearn for a past –
that not only kept them warm
Carriages – Written January 2014 (aged 38)
remember,
i told you once,
life is just the carriages
and drams are the wheels
Hide Yourself In Your Art – Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
Hide Yourself In Your Art i think you hide yourself in your art i do think, you have a deep … More
Days Of Our Lives – Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
the saddest days of our lives
were the days,
that we now think,
were the happiest
New Friends (New Places to Go) – Written January 2014 (Aged 38)
let go of me
home is subjective –
the greater the good
the greater the objective
Advice Vending Machine – Written Sunday 30th August 2009 (Aged 34)
how can i appear to be angry
when that’s an unknown destination
should i not have needs to?
should i not want something back?
Determination Holds a Lantern – Written Sunday 30th August 2009 (Aged 34)
i am tired,
and i know, i have been tired before
but this time,
determination has its arm around me
