21 jan 20

None of us choose
Choose to take that first breath
That yell that hails your entrance into this world
In the words of Billy Idol, with that rebel yell
will you cry “more, more, MORE”?
Is your voice
A war cry
Or just…
A mere sob?
What else can you do
but scream
Scream for the world to notice you?

But, where?

Where do you find your worth?
Are you fulfilled by the kind words of others?
Do you reveal lifes inner truths in the selfless acts you display?
Cold, hard cash, do you dance to money’s tune?
Or does the worthiness of art, of poetry, mean more to you?
Do you know where your life is taking you?
Do you have a plan?
Because I don’t know where I’m going
Could I borrow some direction?
Could you lend a sister a hand?

Poem Number Eight

Flotsam and jetsam
The remainders of the shipwreck of my heart

You, the feckless captain
jumped ship long ago
Swimming away to sin on shores unknown

The sun keeps on rising and setting
Setting, rising
Rising, setting
A certainty we can rely on

Yet here I stay
A wreck
Laying, prone, on this unforgiving reef
Of spent and squandered lust

A sea of my own making
Around me, ebbs, flows

How quickly can a broken heart take anchor?
I’d really like to know