So Sad


“So sad”,  they all said,

Lost and alone

he screamed

at the crowd,

they were sad

but in his silence soon forgot,

spaced out on life’s

heady mix of light and dark,

the screams abated

as he faded from mind,

alone and so lost

he whimpered,

noise and the light

streamed into the dark,

they glanced at where he had been,

his whisper unheard ,

his shadow unseen

Lost and alone

In the silence ,

So sad, I mused………

So Sad

Horror v Love

Horror  on horror’s empty cause

Bland sound bites a predictable response,

Idiots who react just as horror intended

Winning its war to destroy our

veneer of civilisation and love

Hate is advancing leaders are prancing

It’s time to let love loose again

Its’ time to be Church – real Church

Its time to proclaim forgiveness – real forgiveness

and love – buckets and buckets of love

To speak truth  – courageous loving truth

Release peace – despite the costs

And offer salvation – a free gift

And new life  – real life

Horror v Love

May Not

12 March 2017

The title is so wrong,

mistakes of the fingers,

to lazy to correct so

maybe just leave it and

mould this winding sequence

of words into a new shape,

a shape born of chance,

break out into the light,

an avalanche of ideas,

that may or may not…..
May Not

Dazed and confused…..

Dazed and confused in crazy profusion

sap falls , dew rises , winds suck,

 outside turns inside to display hidden reality

an inside that is desiccated and dead,

Lost hopes of joy becomes despair of birth

To have flown so high, then plummet and  crash

a husk of what once was, greatness all lost,

death takes it rewards,

everything that is and was and has been ….

What’s this

still  alive?

Surely not,

death is the end

Is it not?

His hand reaches out,

Holds firm and tight

The possibility of life reborn,

restored and rebuilt,

cleansed and transformed,

alive with possibility

A miracle of  just love,

absolute and eternal

Some call it salvation

Dazed and confused…..

Forced To Write

What about this space

White and clean  with  lines

for hanging words in

neat rows, wild words

that stray and scatter

across the sheet of

lines like fugitive

sheep on the hillside

fleeing that piercing

whistle that calls the

the barking blur of

fearsome distant memory

But why bother, Who

cares for my words

why write for the

no-one who will read

these wild words,

they can’t care ,

non-existence has

no cares or fears

So why bother ?

But I do, !!!

I Do !!!!,


Forced To Write


Creeps into the core  
of my being, this  
breeze of gentle dullness,  
dressed as contentment,  
so easy to slide  
into its grasp, fall  
into that soft cushion  
of peace, enveloped  
by its temping embrace,  
to be captured by  
emptiness disguised as release.

Sparkling Alluring

So he wondered what was this ,   this thing that shone with life and excitement.  It drew him , like a candle draws a moth into its flame he was attracted, giving up control to that which seemed to sparkle, letting himself dissolve in the intensity.

Personality disintegrating before the allure that slowly and so effortlessly killed his being, leaving just the husk of a man to live on in this world of wonder.

So many dead men, living their lives , but locked in deaths embrace of fear, believing the lies and deceit. So sad and so lost, blinded by this lie.

Sparkling Alluring