In this nearly night
Eyes are traitors, uncovered
You’ve no secrets left
Monday 30 July 2018
Saturday 28 July 2018
Friday 27 July 2018
Thursday 26 July 2018
Wednesday 25 July 2018
Tuesday 24 July 2018
Sunday 22 July 2018
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Wednesday 18 July 2018
Tuesday 17 July 2018
Monday 16 July 2018
Sunday 15 July 2018
Saturday 14 July 2018
Thursday 12 July 2018
Negotiation
Shall we play that
Deadly game? Set our
Hearts to duelling, see who
Is faster at the cut and
Thrust? Or would you
Rather talk it through?
Shall we be civilised
Even though I can see
Through your lying eyes?
As, no doubt, you see
Through mine.
But let us play this farce
Of negotiation to its end
And pretend that friend
Is foe and foe is friend,
Until you or I do tire and
One does finally do what
We must: try to score
With one clean thrust.
Haiku #23
Dogs starve, chained, ignored
We’ve walking dead, homeless, poor
Yet we thrive, wholly blind
Wednesday 11 July 2018
Tuesday 10 July 2018
Sunday 8 July 2018
Thursday 5 July 2018
Wednesday 4 July 2018
Tuesday 3 July 2018
An End To Means
Acumen is not the destination waiting at your path's end. It was acumen that gave you the mistake you made eight or nine turns back that brought you to where you are now.
Monday 2 July 2018
Anti-Doubt
When to life you awake
Again and find that you
Are your own chief bore,
When the cocktails don’t
Work anymore but
Leave you
Hollow when once
They hit like a
Boxer’s punch.
When the gleam of gold
In your eyes
Leaves you cold with
Bitter chills that you
Despise…
When all you see is wanton
Waste and dreams of
Bliss killed by the
Shit that's all that
Now exists.
You’ve struck the
Lode of "when,”
That tramples o'er
Your urban cares.
But the hour’s struck!
It’s time to act,
To turn a “how”
Into a “now!”
In passive thinking you've
Been sinking but now’s
The time for action!
Balance your stance,
Be certain of traction
And grab a hold, a
Full twin-fisted grip,
Upon your limp and
Wasting soul. With what
Force is yours, your full
Store, your stock entire,
Pull yourself out of
The mire you've been
Living in: pull hard ‘til
You’re past the sill and
Can see with your opened
Eyes that in a hole you've
Been hiding and the
Light you thought
Was forever lost was
Merely hid by the leaden
Lid you yourself did fit
To seal the bunker which
You meant your soul to
Save but which,
Instead, became both
A prison and a
Grave.
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