Isolated

The world has been forced to take stock
While chaos forces us to remain locked…
Inside.
The freedom of man has been contained
We want to rise
Break free
From our boxes of inhabitation
But can’t, for fear
Of the fall of civilisation

Together.

We’ll go down, together
Burn bridges, together
Weather storms, together
Get better, together
Breathe easier, together
Sing loud, together
Praise be, together
Together, together, together
Together, together
TOGETHER.
 

The light

In the darkness, they found me
Though I uttered not a sound
I am the light that binds love to soul
That seeks out sinners to absolve
Suffer unto me the darkness in your being
I will take it into my heart
Light will fill your world once more
As if bearing witness to mans first dawn
A simple promise is all I ask
That you try, every day
To keep a little of this light to light the way
To light the path to righteousness
This is all I ask of you

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?

This city .

Sneakily snaking within my veins

Weighing my losses favourably against my gains

In the dead of night she screams my name

No sleep will I get

But this is London

And I’m not dead yet

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

Poem Number Four

Please let me be present. To feel the things I am meant to.

I’ve never asked for your advice. Never listened to a word you have said.

What makes you think I’ll ever care? All you do is whisper, judge, stare.

Life is a journey. This, they always seem to say.

Your advice is the baggage. Unwanted and unclaimed.