Monthly Archives: May 2021

Birthday Deadbeat

I bet the father of my boy is crying and making out that I am such an evil person on his Facebook and acting the victim to all his enablers, flying monkeys and believers.

He’s pretending with his crocodile tears to be victimised and sad about not being able to see his son today on his birthday yet the deadbeat cunt can’t even spare what £2 to buy him a birthday card and stick it in a post box.

Such a loving and caring father fucking narc

Ephemeral

Each moment is a mere
wisp shy ghost time frame so
expeditiously
translucent and flighty

through the tick tock eons
of clock face dust and the
yellow aged newspapers
frail and delicate old type

casting remnant shadows
of second hands minutes
blink the spectres of that
briefness can either kill

us or cure us but it’s
freewill or fate that make
us feel regret for that
millisecond just gone

Hope Lives Here

The soft vulnerability
of summer haze
stuttering Jesus saves
praying to God
for sunnier days
daydreaming life away
watch the bird wings
flapping by
gazing peacefully at sky
blue heavens say Jesus saves
praying for no more
rainy days
flowering the scent
bloom faith is clear
beautiful petals
say hope lives here

Today

So today I sat and wrote in a notebook and its nearly full only a couple of pages left to fill and I sat and I thought about how other people would think I was just sitting around wasting my time, writing poems in a note book. Why am I wasting my time doing something unimportant and stupid when I should be doing other things like washing up and housework and the answer is simple it’s because I want to and its therapeutic.

I know its not great groundbreaking poetry its probably a bit shit actually but I don’t care its what I like doing and it helps me.

Then this evening I was wondering how many I’ve actually written and I really don’t know probably over 1000 and because I need to focus on self care and try as hard as I can to put my current predicaments aside I am trying to list them all and I am going to put together my first book which is not going to sell but its not about sales, money or glory or validation its just because I can if I want and then at least I can say I published a book and feel I have achieved a lifelong dream.

Aequoreal

The seaweed sings a shanty
a tale of ocean blues the
crests of surge come crashing
down on rocks with salty woos

the salty woos of pirates
drunken sailors lost at sea
the sand grains sing a shanty
of ghosts singing merrily

merrily the ghosts are singing
to the albatross and air
sea monsters and their shanty
of mermaids with golden hair

aequoreal in nature
misfortune in their allure
the mermaids sang a shanty
to souls shipwrecked evermore

Between Breaths

Between breaths my life compressed
crushing down without a rest
from the anger you aggressed
my self paled by constant stress
between breaths my life a mess
crushing down without a rest
from the anger you’ve aggressed
now you’re someone I detest
between breaths my strength attests
that you won’t mar happiness
life I’ll lead will be my best
heart and soul will be at rest