This day is an odd day
Happy random birthday
To random leaping people
It's a Penzance party
A raving pirate and a drunken
Woman proposing to the man
And a jug of beer and bitter
Laughter and joy
This time of the year
That comes only every
Quatro-annually
Quatre... Quartino?
Anyway
It's an odd day
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Monday, 29 February 2016
29/02 Leap year
Sunday, 28 February 2016
28/02 Arran 2
Just take me back
To that time on the island
Where we ran across rocks and laughed
Take me back to that time
Where you learnt how to skim rocks
And you learnt to talk Scots
And you meant lots
Take me back
To those days
Where we became a group of many
When the sky was clear
And we walked for miles
And you got caught out to sea
Because you only wanted to watch seals
You were weird
So were you
And so was I
Saturday, 27 February 2016
27/02 Arran Beach
Over the beach of broken rocks
White froth flotsams over the shore
And a gull cries out, forever more
The air is thick with salty scents
Seaweed catches under nose
It cracks underfoot as we stride
And rest on seals fur, scarring their hide
Life is life and love is love here
Things are simple yet complex so
They can hide and they can be seen
Shaping by footprints where they've been
Sandy beach and sandy rocks
We walk and we scramble and race until
We're breathless, we're laughing
We're children again.
Friday, 26 February 2016
26/02 Let there be
Let there be
Silence
That comes with the night
Let there be
Hunger
That comes with thirst
Let there be
Terror
That comes with dreams
Let there be
Horror
Which is more than it seems
Thursday, 25 February 2016
25/02 Come
Little children
Come into my halls
Come under my wings
And bathe in my glory
Little children
From near and far
Come with your kin
Your siblings all
Little children
Gather all around
And I will tell you the story
Of paradise
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Tuesday, 23 February 2016
23/02 Spirits
Talking shit about the cold reading
Saying I'm a supernaturalist
I can read your mind and fate
All on this rocking world
And in tumbling paradise
You think you can bring people
To their knees with your daughters
And Johns and Janets and
Dogs in hallways
Changing a spirit channeller
To a curious sceptic
All bless the Derren Browns of our age
Monday, 22 February 2016
22/02 To you
To you
Who keeps me breathing every day
It's funny
The things to be said
I'd never really thought that
My heart
Started beating that first day we met
You're the cure
To my insanity
The remedy
To my depravity
I feel whole when you are near
And empty
Without you there
But it is funny to think
That
I never would have said
That you were the one that made me breathe
Start breathing
Keep breathing
From the day we first met
Sunday, 21 February 2016
20/02 Chance
When you are holding on
To nothing
And let your chances
Slip on by
You are going beyond all the world
And being someone
Who sees the everything
In naught
There is a single chance
A single time
That you can grasp
But more often than not you do not see it
And it slips through your fingers
So watch out for that single chance
My friend
That single moment to thrive
And then be
Everlastingly happy or else
Drown your sorrows.
Saturday, 20 February 2016
19/02 Ill
I'm barely holding on
To my own sanity
Add I struggle here
To breathe and be well
So ill
So sickly
Sweating in my nakedness
Friday, 19 February 2016
Wednesday, 17 February 2016
17/02 (14/02) Holding
Shouldn't be that hard baby
Shouldn't be that difficult
Shouldn't be that awkward
Holding
Is just two arms baby
It's lifting up two arms
It's wrapping round two arms
Tuesday, 16 February 2016
16/02 Life and death
My life for yours
My body for yours
My soul for the old man's
My death for yours
Monday, 15 February 2016
14/02 Run
Never come back here again
Run run run to me
Then we'll be together and seem
Magical
Inseparable
Wonderful
Successful
Sunday, 14 February 2016
Saturday, 13 February 2016
15/02 Put this gun
Put this gun to my head and pull the trigger
Put this gun to my head and watch me shiver
As the cold dense exotic metal
Presses against my perspiring temple
And I feel all the feelings I dreamt years before
Come back to haunt me for ever more
And I ask you to give me the death I sought
Justice for all the pain that I wrought
When I travelled the world with sass and pride
I thought the only way was to leave them to decide
Decide whether to follow my way or be done
Force their backs to be breaking in the sun
And then I'd leave away and never care
How they'd escape, how their families despair
Because I was cruel and without hope
I was the demon others could not cope
And the hate came to me swift and true
I suffered the consecutive consequences right through
They burnt and hunted me like a beast
Proud to mount my horns and feast
Upon my flesh as I was subject to scorn
All the way to the day I was born
I curse that day with all my heart
For it was the worst from the very start
It was a red day when blood ran thick
And people drank their sorrows and were sick
In their lovers' beds and on their sheets
Bleeding out for many weeks
You see
I was born on a cursed day
And there was never going to be a way
That I would be a man called good
A man of justice, a man who could
So now I look at you friend and plea
To end my life that is empty
I'm a soulless devil, beyond all love
A coward without the confidence of a dove
As she flies from ark over sea to shore
To bring back that single olive branch
There's not a chance
Of hope
Anymore
Friday, 12 February 2016
12/02 Doomsday clock
Let us seek the purpose
Of the midnight hour
When the clock strikes over
Let us see the minute come
Come closer to the north
Closer to the dozen
Two being insane,
Ten being safe
Let us watch our world
Sink into despair
As we turn the minute closer
11/02 Death deserved
You come to kill me
Me of many sins
You come to face me
And burn my in flames
But I am remorseful
I have much sorrow
I sit here waiting
For you to come
And I'm crying tears
Wednesday, 10 February 2016
10/02 Pray to thee
I pray to thee
Oh immortal being
That lives above
And watches
I pray to thee
Oh glorious one
Who sits on high
And keeps me whole
I pray to thee
Who never fades
And will never let go
Of me as I sigh
I pray to thee
Oh one magnificent
And I say to thee
I ask into thee
Where am I to go?
09/02 Heaven to hell
What did you say
When the bells rang that day
And nothing went your way
What did you say?
What did you do?
When we went forwards to
That place of your doom
What did you do?
Where did you go?
When we went down below
To the place of no snow
Where did you go?
You flew up too high
That you touched the sky
Gravity made you fly
Then you came down
With a crash
And a thud
Tuesday, 9 February 2016
08/02 Meta 3
Behind one day
Of my poem per day
And so I say
This is a poem
What makes a poem a poem
But the expression it brings
The joy it brings
The song it sings
The sound it rings
In your ear
Ringing clear
Monday, 8 February 2016
Sunday, 7 February 2016
Friday, 5 February 2016
05/02 Me
Let me not be
What they make me
Let me be instead
What I want
Let me live the life
That I choose
And hold close
The dreams I have
Thursday, 4 February 2016
04/02 Conscious
Figments of imagination swim across visions
They float and flitter like ghosts upon a faint wind
Though they are temperate they are there, as non existent as the grass, as air, as breathing
There is silence, but it is broken by mental screams
No verbal conditions apply for there is nothing but the mind here
Life is not life without the bizarre realities of dreams and dreamscape
As the wingbeats of my dying nightmares come to nothing I look at you
And everything fades to how it was
Retreating back into my - our - subconscious
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
03/02 Love is not love
Love is not love
It's a mess of emotions
It's not as simple as
l-o-v-e
It's not as simple as
l-u-s-t
It's not just love
It's not just it
It's a many
A conundrum
A continuum
A conference
It's a communication
Between two hearts
It's a
Stop
Never mind let me go what are you no
It's a
Go
Be mine I am yours I want you have this yes
Love is not love
It's not as simple as that
It's not a word
It's not a thing
That can be fathomed
It is
Immortal
Tuesday, 2 February 2016
02/02 Meta (1)
I'm tired
There's nothing you can
Do
About that
You want a poem
Well
Screw you
Go away
Monday, 1 February 2016
01/02 Hello hello
Hello
I am the one
You've been looking for
Hello
I am the woman
Knocking at your door
Hello
I am the ghost
Hiding under your bed
Hello
I am the killer
About to chop off your head
31/01 Embrace
It's like the sun warming your skin on a summer afternoon
Before I sat in my own parlour and I wonder what it would be like to embrace you
You said that we could become one together, yet you kept yourself 'pure for now' because of a vow
You said that we had to wait, that we had to be sure
Sure of our feelings despite the fact we stood at the altar and signed away our rights to individual life
I wondered what it was like, after all the rumours
I had to wait for you for the longest year
Ages seemed to pass and creatures were born, grew and died like the flowers in my vase, the petals falling off one by one
Like the tears falling from my face when I sat there in private
Wondering what it would be like to simply embrace you
But then
Then you were ready
And you held me
And it was heaven
It was like the sun warming your skin on a summer afternoon