Will you scream like a girl
when the scorching flames curl
around your self centred
persecuted soul does
it burn devil liar
when you’re burning
in that hellish fire
ignite revelations
of you go on you weep
oh how you cry in pain
your piteous wolf tears
for yourself they will be
so damn unconvincing
to anybody else
Never just supple
fate is rebellious
it’s non compliance
is never going to be
a question of
your own character
when the
outer circumstance
of living
is always
going to be
interfered with
other people
honourable
dishonourable
your choices
their choices
voices
truths
lies
nature
nurture
personality
sanity
time
loss
living
death
trying to catch
your breath
in this chaos
that is
living
life is
going to
hurt you
wether you
like it or not
Enveloped in the shroud of
the night December became
a Saturday love letter
a cherished time I’ll always
remember the cold air warmth
the flirtatious banter
typed out on A4 paper
on a works word processor
in capital letters three
words and each letter of those
words made up by lots of the
letter x filling the whole
sheet so genuine and sweet
that memory of what love
is stamped and sealed onto
my soul warming me when I
think of how life made me old
Maybe amid the darkness
of this ethereal star
spangled universe snowflakes
pirouette cascading through
the cold obsidian night
and their frailty and beauty
is never ending maybe
in orbital transitions
existence and deliquesce
are parallel consciousness
and the ice stars never die
spending eternity in
rebirth joyously twirling
in dalliance for they know
all the mystical truths of
cosmic metaphysical
philosophy evermore
bound love reincarnates the
time wheel never stops spinning
The Poetic Life Of Me 