somehow,
this point in time feels inevitable
although it is hard,
to understand how we got here
Tag: poetry
Is Race Just About Run? – Written Monday 31st March 2003 (Aged 28)
is this race just about run?
why is it always,
the fist, the tank,
any kind of weapon including the gun
Blood On The Conscience – Written Monday 31st March 2003 (Aged 28)
this war will not solve any problems
of course wars never do
of course that is not a nugget of wisdom
just something that is plane and true
Billions For War – Written Monday 31st March 2003 (Aged 28)
Billions For War billions for war not a thing for the needy the sad, or even the poor excuse my … More
Daisies On The Barbed Wire – Written Monday 17th March 2003 (Aged 28)
thank you for reminding me
that if i had been more like you
i would be away,
from all that is insular
The Cosy World – Written February 2003 (Aged 28)
The Cosy World in the cosy world it is my fault it would never be them if i’d taken my … More
Second Best – Written Monday 24th February 2003 (Aged 28)
i have never craved acceptance
never sought to appease
i do not believe it achieves anything
but i cannot keep saying please
Take Me Back – Written Monday 24th February 2003 (Aged 28)
because i feel alone
my opinions no longer appear to count
my feelings supressed
for the so called greater good
There Is No Coming Back – Written Sunday 23rd February 2003 (Aged 28)
where have the twenties gone?
i guess i do not really know
the confusion and the feelings
are starting to feel slow
No Matter How We Are Feeling – Written Sunday 23rd February 2003 (Aged 28)
to make sure it will not break
and to make sure it will not fail
swap it for a holiday
sell it at a book sale
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 