The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
In the cool evening air,
I think of you.
In the still light of day,
I think of you.
In my times of trial,
I think of you.
In the blackest night,
I think of you.
And when my time of freedom comes,
I will love you.
As I need you now.
15/05/1990
Leave a CommentI am a traitor to my race.
I have betrayed their trust.
Because they are a people of hate
And I a person of love.
They wanted me to hate
Hate my fellow man.
And yet I love you
And thus conspired against mankind.
When will they find me
And expose me for what I am?
But yet I cannot hate you
No matter what they do.
And are you also a betrayer
Or are you just like them?
Oh, I’ll give my love to you
But will you do the same thing too?
13/01/1990
Leave a CommentAll is life, light
Stars whirl above, bright
Where do you lead, go?
Is your love real, or no?
Do you care for me, for me?
Or is it your wish to be flee, be free?
All is life, light
Stars whirl above, bright
01/04/1983
Leave a CommentAnd why do I love you?
No answer can I find,
No reason do I have for loving you,
But I do.
15/05/1990
Leave a CommentSo many dreams have died
In my heart
And now another
Of you
How much more heartache must I take
Before I die?
What new pains
Must I learn
Before the darkness?
Let me retire from this life’s race
Defeated and forgotten
Torment me not with stark remembrances
Of what could not be
Persecute not this weary soul
With hateful voices
03/08/1992
Leave a CommentFor the first time I see the blue sky,
For the first time I hear the blackbird sing,
For the first time I smell the scented roses,
For the first time I feel the warm night air.
How could I have been so blind?
How could I have been so deaf?
I have stumbled through life in darkness,
Now you lead me to the light.
No longer will I lie afraid at night,
Afraid of the ghosts of my past.
No longer will I shamefully submit,
To those who have no power over me.
For the first time I live,
For the first time I need,
For the first time I care,
And for the first time I love.
18/10/1989
Leave a CommentWe live in a world of narrow minds,
Of bigotry, of hypocrisy and of injustice.
We close our ears to others righteous cries
For justice, for decency and for freedom.
Because it doesn’t suit us,
It doesn’t fit in with our plans.
And yet when we ourselves are wronged
Is it not we who scream the loudest,
Rage the most about the wrongness of it all?
And then we stand momentarily for what is right,
Like a wave stands upon the shore,
Transitory, for one fleeting moment.
Then we add our loud, indignant voice
To that of the roaring multitude.
Then we do what is right, as it suits us,
When it is in our interests
And then it is gone, eluding even a memory
And we return to our comfortable prejudices,
To our lies and our unreasoning beliefs
Whilst outside the people suffer still.
13/01/1990
Leave a CommentAnd in this time of loneliness,
My thoughts they rest on you,
And then my wandering mind returns
To everything you say and everything you do.
How lost I am without you,
How joyless am I here on my own.
And yet I must of needs go on,
As I carry this burden alone.
And when I lay me down to rest
And close these weary eyes.
It is you I see in the darkness,
For you are where my heart lies.
And as I go through this time alone,
I know that you have not left me.
For you are safely locked in my heart,
And you have set me free
18/09/2000
Leave a CommentLove,
What is love?
The wise men are ignorant of it
They say no such thing exists
Only animal lusts
And carnal desires
No feelings for ones’ fellow
No unselfish actions
Or words
No hope for a better tomorrow
Or brighter today
They sneer at such ideals
If they are right
(And they are wise)
Then I am lost
Lost, alone and frightened.
But if this is true
And they are right
Who, then, are you?
13/07/1990
Leave a CommentI held a knife
Blade shining slick,
Siren singing to my sinful soul
Nordic ground,
Belly round,
Tang full,
Edge sharp
Like yearning
As biting as pain
Steel spine
Cold against my skin
Raising hairs
On my naked arm
Handle of southern Tamboti wood
Red lined
Colour of dried blood, satin smooth
Fragrant spice perfume
Rich to my nostrils,
Warm, sensuous, sinuous,
Like an old lover
Lightly lying in my hand
Oh how I long
To release your gift
And with that favour
Release my own11/02/2017
