it has been a good time away
but i am home today
some days are untouched by reality
it is anger, it is toughness and it is naivety
read more Untouched By Reality – Written Sunday 5th November 1995 (Aged 20)
they breathe a sigh of relief
and suggest the counselling
as if our emotional being
has blocks, a, b and c
do mistake emotional –
for fragility
do not think, nuts, and assume a wrench
read more Nuts (Assume a Wrench) – Written Monday 25th November 2019 (Aged 44)
it is good,
to get to a different playground
and a different way to play
a long way from home
people cannot help themselves
they cover their backs
as they stall and stoop
even as adults,
they lie as if they have croup
read more People Cannot Help Themselves – Written Friday 22nd November 2019 (Aged 44)
i looked inside your head
i saw your friends
and they all looked dead
losing the plot
where is the thread?
read more An Adult Graveyard – Written November 1995 (Aged 20)
whilst i leave myself wide open
or is it the heady fumes of self perception
am i the person
they see as a target
is that the heady fumes of delusion
tube freaks
the london underground
plays it play
tube freaks
the distorted tortured people
read more Tube Freaks – Written Thursday 2nd November 1995 (Aged 20)
that is the true magic trick learnt
your role,
your event,
your place,
your face,
let them project manage your fate
read more They Do Not Like Cleverness – Written Tuesday 12th November 2019 (Aged 44)
it does not look right
the feeling is wrong tonight
regress back to what your were
you will see the ligh
read more Say It To Me – Written Wednesday 23rd November 1995 (Aged 20)
insecurity
holds the leaflet
you dare not read
the pamphlet
you dare not believe
read more Insecurity – Written Tuesday 12th November 2019 (Aged 44)
