Category Archives: Poetry

I Wrote

I was not alive
until I wrote my own birth
to start writing death

I was not yet dead
until the pen left the page
and I found silence

If nature made me
then I will remake nature
and claim my new birth

I grew to fill pages
and shrunk to become a word
yet never changed

I learnt cruel freedom
and loving cages barred
all fearful, unknown

I drew my own map
devoid of directions home
but all seen was mine

When I returned
the ink was stained to nothing
and I found no path

I found a new page
still blank and all unmarked
but I had no more

Confronted with space
I wept deleting tears
and lost even hope

I prayed and hoped
for new words you would bestow
but we both lost faith

We had no story
but in time we told ourselves
a new type of tale

For more from me you can check out my collection No Cure for Shell Shock – available in paperback and digital formats. Or you can try any of my other work here – variously available as ebooks or paperbacks. 

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Be Fucked

Be fucked and wander on mate
your future isn’t near
your past is grey and dying
for your present no one cares

They said that you’re important
the focus of the world
but the image that they’re selling
isn’t anyone’s but theirs

So be fucked and wander on mate
though it gets no better there
at least you’ll have the feeling
that at last someone might care

For more from me you can check out my novel Crashed America – available in paperback and digital formats. Or you can try any of my other work here – variously available as ebooks or paperbacks. 

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Neither Light Nor Dark But You

In the sudden glow of fortune
the half light of discontent
the darkened shades of mourning
and starlight of lone laments
in the burning forgotten embers
of loving words now spent
and the blazing flames of glory
when we were what we present
in the flickering glow of quiet times
where silence gave us life
and the burning sear of flaming flesh
where redemption drowned in strife
in minor sparks
of minor words
that made each day alive
and the dying blaze
of ending days
that concluded our bright life
in all these lights and shadows long
I knew what I would see
your loving hand
reached out to me
my endless certainty

For more from me you can check out my collection No Cure for Shell Shock – available in paperback and digital formats. Or you can try any of my other work here – variously available as ebooks or paperbacks. 

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Fading Form (Mass Tourism)

Bury me,
eclipse me,
consume me,
draw blood
and steal flesh,
drain all that I have
leave waste you bestow
on ignored lice
eager to feed
on poor leavings

Rigid and frail though
my bones emerge
un-cracked,
if scarred,
from the gluttonous onslaught
and within them lies marrow,
the final meat of my form
forgotten by greed
but matter enough
to give new growth
not now,
not yet
but when fattened and dull
you forget your meal
and leave me
to my silence

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