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Tuesday 24 April 2012

Monday 23 April 2012

Equal to Zero


Commitment
Equal to zero
Never, not ever, except if its o.k.
Fall in line
Join the queue
Open time for rejection

Pity is not
Ever selected
Parting shot, failing words
Nothing more than meaning
At that instant in time
Opportunity bespoke

Courage to have no conviction
Desirous of freedom
Flee to be free
It just does not work
Any other way
Corruption without care

State the obvious
Pour the rhyme
Steer to be
That is the way
See if you risk
Losing it all

Read the line
Create the image
Cloud the issue
Take it on head first
Take it to task
Neglect asymmetric action

Proud to beg
Upstanding to fall
Crazed with distortion
Extinguish the anguish
Obliterate desire
Mask any malignant hope

Wreak havoc and teardrop
Crush chaos and cause
Eradicate ethereal thought
Bring into some being
An alternate
Hope




a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Sunday 22 April 2012

Practitioners law


Out of everything evolves another thing
Out of each situation
Revolves another relationship
From where to eternity
Walks every one man

In to every love nest walks out a situation
In to every wrangle wrestles fear and hope
From where to affirmation
Will is upon every one man

Up to every level place is another pace
Up to every reality is a separate blight
From where in modernity
Expectation is expected of all men

Down, in the deepest creeps another heartache
Down, for ever to forage in desperation
From where to creation
Craves one man, and one woman alike


a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Saturday 21 April 2012

Friday 20 April 2012

Severity


Wouldn’t be so bad if we hated
If we hated
More than we hated parting

Wouldn’t be so bad if we cared less
If we cared less
More than we cared for

Wouldn’t be so bad if we slated
If we slated
More than as our love stated

Wouldn’t be so bad if we created
If we created
More than creating angst

Wouldn’t be so bad, probably
Yet possibly
It probably would









a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here