Pain is here
Pain is real
I feel it every day
My heart races
Then it stops
Like I am dying
Everyday
Giving me joy
And give me cheer
I ask
But instead I
Get tears
Because pain is here
And pain is here
I feel it every 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.
Wednesday, 3 January 2018
Pain 03/91
Lacking 02/01
Life is short and lacking of promise
The baby dies before it can breathe
A man is run over five times
Then gets up
Only to have a heart attack
Life is short and lacking in promise
New Year 01/01
When I looked into the new year
I saw paradise and cheer
My hope was high, my smile clear
My mind filled with festive cheer
But even as we start the year today
Nothing bad has gone away
There is still a mad man to keep at bay
And the many things that have gone astray
Thursday, 28 December 2017
Rising
Changed
I am an altered person
By this sheer experience
I am
Anew
Reborn
Like a pheonix
I might be
Someone that
You might not recognise
Or something
That you reminisce of
I am
Not the one
Who you knew
Someone else
Anew
Born from ash and flame and bright light
You have seen
Me
Now you see
A new me
A new soul
Reborn in a new body
I am
Someone else
Who you
Knew
Now not
Someone
New
True
I am anew
Charge
Charge
Charge my energy and let me
Be me
Alive
Survive
Got it
For I am now
Charge
I am that which is
Is large and here and wanting
To be
Bigger than ever before
I'm a
Bigot
Uncontrollable
But I'm more than I've ever been
Feeling good
About myself
For now
For the first time
In
So so long
Who are you
To say
I am
I
I am nothing?
No I am everything
You are
Not
They are not
We are
They are
Charged
Friday, 24 November 2017
Tonight
Tonight I shall be a storyteller
Speaking of the days of old
Tonight I will be a history maker
Speaking of knights so bold
Tonight you will hear my words and wonder
Tonight you will be amazed
Tonight I will tear your world asunder
And set your hearts, with passion, ablaze
For once we had not ink and pen
Slate and stone took too long
And so we told the stories in the open
From mouths into words and song
Tonight I will remember the times of yesterday
When things were darker, men were led astray
When adventure was the centre of their world
And kings cantered with flags unfurled
Tonight I will tell you of those tales
That over times have been forgotten
Tonight I will tell you of the wails
Coming from the women begotten