Is it about love
It is about life
Love is of life
Is it about one love
It is about one life
One love is one life
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Aghast
Through hallways and shopping malls
Teenage girls, beside spotlit mirrors
Snowflakes fall, her sisters call
Why the hell you running with scissors
Why wouldn’t we think of that winter
When we walked on ice floats
Tripped unsteady, by the fissures
Thinking of you, running with scissors
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here
Monday, 24 December 2012
Nadir
Killing time
Still they mill around
The blue bloods of injustice
The faded grey line of injustice
Watch out for the signs
Walk in line
It’s the killing time of injustice
Killing time
Still they mill around
The blue bloods of injustice
Killing time
Still they mill around
The blue bloods of the justice
The ministers crime begs out for justice
Watch out for the dimes
Step out; resign, resign, resign
It’s the killing time for the justice
Killing time
Still they mill around
The blue bloods of the justice
Sunday, 23 December 2012
Nape
Lost and found
Gone to ground
Lost and found again
Lost and found
You're not around
You've gone to ground again
Lost and found
Gone to ground
You're not around again
Lost and found
I pound to out of bounds
I'm lost and found again
from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here
Gone to ground
Lost and found again
Lost and found
You're not around
You've gone to ground again
Lost and found
Gone to ground
You're not around again
Lost and found
I pound to out of bounds
I'm lost and found again
from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here
Saturday, 22 December 2012
Neap
I was all for looking neat
The painter at your feet
A weekends lost receipt
I put myself to sleep
You were all for being deep
Conscience that you keep
For all their failed deceit
I put myself to sleep
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