Poet Introduction I've written the odd poem since I was quite young but only recently have been making a concerted effort with poetry . . . I feel its my only creative outlet and there's quite a lot inside that needs to be let out!
I miss you Mr Buttercup Man butter up and catch me if you can our dreams spun webs in the corners of our souls dried up and tossed out and left at the door the crying wind drums in our ears as we stalk and chase the ice cream van it echoes far out far out to sea the birds eye boat anchored with sea weed a traitor pines for the lives he took we send a menace with a fine right hook the nightmare's rafter falls from grace and all the world is in its place.
Lapis lazuli across burnt butter rolls the spheres of influence tug at their ropes † tossing green tendrils in the foamy ale glass crushed and ground to salt † merry streaks shine down strongly crisping the furry slabs that worship † coloured fans twirl brightly until ripped out by the roots at the end of the glow.
The devil is cold in his heavy grave Quicksand tumbles like salt flakes from below He howls to the bells of the halls that hear A moaning song of laughter and pain It is to the end of the earth I come To take the greed of the human scum And treasure it back to me and mine For our savouring and dance of joy
A welt grows on his dusty spine The sap of pus and gangrene melts out A cancer tapping his lifeblood grime It grows as he shrinks a pustule of hate Buried in the depths of time But ready to grow again ERUPT! when...
What was going through your head when you were punching and pushing what was happening inside when I yelled at you to stop and you didnít what did you feel when his head went smack crack on the ground?
What the hell what the fuck what on this god damn earth made you lift your foot ready to stamp down and smash his face take his life did my shout really stop you?
You have a good heart I know this I know it but Iím finding it pretty hard to match that man I know with what I saw today.
Sometimes it is enough just to sit even though there is so much to be done and so much to fix you might feel useless when you donít know what to do or what to say when the person beside you is hurting so much Sometimes it is enough just to listen to the torrential outpouring of grief and anger and desperation you donít need to advise just hold space for them to let it all out to let it breathe so that it is no longer held tight inside so that it is a burden shared and they donít have to go it quite so alone it is...