not the path built with crazy construction
the one with a tentative rope bridge
and a side or order of destruction
but the path,
i integral to my being
Tag: poems
Knives (Originally untitled and unfinished) – Written either Monday 6th November or Tuesday 7th November 1995 (Aged 20)
i cannot fix myself
without fixing you
without our lives
we need the glue
Cold Spread – Written Tuesday 28th November 2019 (Aged 44)
yes, this feeling of otherness
is inner bred
but how they like to talk down –
pat me on the head
ruffle my hair like cold spread
Coming Last – Written Monday 6th November 1995 (Aged 20)
i am in a house of paranoia
with palms pressed tightly against the glass
why are you doing this to me?
why are you leaving me to the last?
She Wore Her Wife’s Dress – Written Thursday 28th November 2019 (Aged 44)
she wore her wife’s dress
the loving support may no longer be physical
but beyond emotions
it remains, even with such pain
and as she sleeps
she is with you, for keeps
Pieces (Originally Untitled) – Written November 1995 (Aged 20)
everyone wants a piece of you
you have got to be everyone to everything
you have got to be on your feet and think
you have got to be doing the right thing everywhere
everyone wants a piece of you
Some People Seem at such a Loss – Written Monday 25th November 2019 (Aged 44)
what does it mean
to show you value people
and on that idea, you are keen
it is a loss
a deficit
a debt from some trauma based cost
Untouched By Reality – Written Sunday 5th November 1995 (Aged 20)
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
Nuts (Assume a Wrench) – Written Monday 25th November 2019 (Aged 44)
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
A Long Way From Home – November 1995 (Aged 20)
it is good,
to get to a different playground
and a different way to play
a long way from home
