Category Archives: Poetry
The Voice will try to warn us by running rings around our heads, speak in lowly chorus. But then, my friends, we’ll just pretend that ghosts of what we did and said might not come back to haunt us.
Breathe in. Escape for a while.Take a drink to slow down:Fall back to earth.Sanity, preserved in paper. Hold the glory days,every emotion capturedin the pencil scratchesof autumn leaves,crisp beneath our feet,a heart-stopping symphonyin the November fog. Breathe again.And the moment … Continue reading
I’m the reason your children die young. I’m the reason your elders suffer. I’m the reason you’re in a wheelchair. I’m the reason your family starve. I’m the reason you’ll always be wrong. I’m the reason you’ll be a … Continue reading
In winter snow, my mind is a desert, A burnt illusion in the bitter cold; My heart becomes less alike the blizzards Than to the sands with their visions of gold; Whilst England falls in the hands of the haze, … Continue reading
“Daily I muse on her; I muse and fret” I read these lines carved upon the ocean, The water’s fancies verse of what may yet Become of the object of my passion; Were I a religious man, I would pray, … Continue reading