i made my poems
dance along its streets
i made my hope play drums
whilst looking for a beat
i made my experience run free
with runners feet
Tag: poems
Hour by Hour – Friday 6th September 2019
yet the power is biased
and only destined for the few
your wages will pay for their –
ideological wet dream
this is not for me and you
Planting the Flower – Friday 5th September 2019
a radical view
that deprives them of their voice
and that, for them, can never do
why must i be, ‘left wing’
why must i be, ‘on the left’
Thatch, Cob and Lime – Thursday 5th September 2019
thatch, cob and lime
brick, sash and roads that wind
it is a place
that has its own charm
Can’t Stop The Thinking – Sunday 3rd November 1996
in amongst the trash
i can’t stop the hurting
i go out to parties
and vainly try the flirting
but it is not working
Got Stuck on You (originally untitled ) – November 1996
i slunk low and got away
from all they told me
fed me and bled me
who are you going to be?
Only Myself – Saturday 2nd November 1996
i do not miss the strangers
but i miss you
and the danger
that is what i do
Show Your Face – Saturday 2nd November 1996
when you run, you do not hide
show your way
in the things you have crafted
that lived yesterday
Here in the Cold Light – Thursday 31st October 1996
i will make my mark by leaving this
a written text of growing
the age creeps and it is showing
You Play It Like You See It (originally untitled) – Wednesday 30th October 1996
clambering over their fears
you do it like you feel it
you know what is real
and what is oh so pretend
