I stare at the night sky. Beyond the abyss. Patterns produce beats calling me into action. Shedding a light into my soul. Sparking the reaction. Good and evil crossing fine lines. I now graft like I’m dancing. Embrace responsibility like rhymes. There’s victory in a rock pile. Smash, smooth and stack them. Offer them andContinue reading “Night Sky”
How soon passed the time, my time of poetry and crime. Now I smash the goblet of this time, the time of poetry and wine. This time belongs to poetry, poetry and rhyme. For the ultimate glory of God I walk poetries thin line.
I imapct others, I have a word. I’m chaos and order. I’m everything I’ve seen and heard. I detest resentment weaved in lies. I search love, conceived in truth. With tears in both my eye’s. I believe in the individual and in their rebirth. I believe He created the heavens and the earth. I’m yours,Continue reading “I Have a Word”
Memory is a miracle an that we forget. I forgive, I forget. It’s the pleasure of the past that fuses the future. An I’ve wrote it out. We’ve been beaten but we stand. Deceit, It’s dangerous. Have it out now don’t bring down the world. Go write it out. Still I fight, my conscience clear.Continue reading “Go Write It Out”
I have a peace now in my mind, though the fire still rages. A fire that burns his residue still. I’m commited to the aim, and the beast that rampages within. Life requires effort, let’s strive. I want what’s best for us. I’ve tasted the worst. The fire is ablaze, leaving nothing to the mercyContinue reading “The Fire”
I see that I’m lucky, to have a job. I know it is my honour, to call her my wife. I understand I’m blessed, they call me Daddy. It’s just at times I need to remind myself.
I’ll write when the sun is at rage. Commit when the dark hours cage. I chase words not recognition, the craft seizes me free to flow. We like blue tits playing kiss-chase in the hedgrow. I put down not for he,thee,nor she. I write not even for me.
Vengeance no longer mine I’m trying not to become him. There is no secrets in seeking the truth. I dance on the edge of death where bravery overcomes safety. I offer my hand across the murky divide, unfamiliar with the nuance. Do any of us act like we beleive? Who controls my interest? From theContinue reading “Vengeance”
As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it’s dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry afterContinue reading “I feel a change”
I wish to create like William Blake. I wish to put all my trust in fate. I wish to believe the glowing light, which once in a while I see, should be an angel from the creator, to fiercely watch over me.