Friday, 6 January 2017

Peace is like a fast

eat, kill, repeat, the ever unwavering beat, the pitter patter of tiny feet, God just pressed delete, the language never grasped, of nature’s bitter clasp, on all that was designed to last, survival is never past, perhaps some peace in fast,

Sunday, 25 September 2016


busy as a bee, busy as me, busy like city, busy but witty, hectic, a little Mextic, like a Cairo street, complete, press delete,

Saturday, 24 September 2016


As autumn came life retreated again, a moment of pause in the great cause, returning in time with the sunshine,

Thursday, 22 September 2016

vision without decision

Nobody knew as the sides were drew, which was this would travel and the story unravel, one of them realist and the other idealist, fighting over writing, a vision without decision made its steady course through the middle, uniting and exciting those tired of the fighting,

thin soles - leather boots

tan leather boots soles worn thin, though still a smile and a tough grin, never before could he of imagined what was in-store, days and days, walking from place to place, sometimes catching the train merely to be told to get off again, walking again, through places of wonder, mountains and thunder, castles carved in the rock and rivers that flow round the clock,

catching rays

he walked for days, in the sun rays, shouting and ranting about the in-just, for him this journey was an absolute must, for in this way his system rebooted, though much of his bank account he may well have looted, after this madness came a time of sadness, hitting the ground with silence and no one around, hard to forgive though he must continue to live, for each path and its aftermath, pave the way for a brighter day only a sunset away,

Monday, 19 September 2016

ideas test

the ideas, bright in the dead of the night, have to face their test, of a morning after short rest,