Glory bright

If it be mine

This race to run

No matter the damn

I’ll not hide

On my face I’ll smile

When head raised up

To catch this glory bright
                                                         
                                                                                    24/01/2014

What binds and bonds?

That which binds and bonds

That which soothes and relieves

That which puts smiles on their faces

... it is not money

Though more precious than gold




11/05/2013

Overflowing Shadows

shadows blow

like echoes

overflow 
their fall

separate 
the old

hay 
coast

under the trees tiny tall

where the streets tarred all

filled with leaves

where tired feet

the path leaves

higher louder

than the object

the sight 
will see

Bleeding heart

Her heart bleeds

What my lips shot

March turned June

She still bleeds

Thought long healed

Her scars gone faint.

Unwashed, still remain

Slowly to suffocate