Men and boys say good bye all know the reason why. Called up to serve in a war they don’t deserve on the front line, not reserves. Whole Streets fighting together as a regiment. Swathes of streets empty of men who will never return. Desolate streets no dads to greet, no sons to hug mums, … Continue reading Deserted Street
Magic Weaver
Lost in your shadow, your billowing love, free as a bird, not pure as a dove. Come find me tonight, in the dim candle light, open your mind and dictate my plight. Make me tingle and writhe in pleasure, let me feel your warmth and caress in good measure. Run your fingers through my hair, … Continue reading Magic Weaver
The Corners of my Brain
In the far corners of my mind live thoughts and feelings of many kinds, running around forming rhymes, wanting to be on time. Synapses fire signals around the wire, some inspire and some drop me in the mire, sending signals of desire and that my heart is on fire. Free radicals firing around the dusty … Continue reading The Corners of my Brain
Little Boy Soldier
Little boy soldier what have they told ya? Kalashnikov on your shoulder, ten or eleven not much older. Did they tell you that you might die and stop you from having a cry and did they tell you the truth about why? It won’t hurt you won’t die and if you do you will be … Continue reading Little Boy Soldier
Underground
Lost in a cave underground, over a hill and under a mound. Darkness is my biggest fear and everything that I can hear. I am unarmed no gun nor spear, just me and the cave and plenty of fear. Dark cloaks me so I cannot see, my lantern is dead it’s just dark and me. … Continue reading Underground
Shadow of Doom
In the dark and desolate land, I felt someone take my hand. I shuddered and my heart quickened as their grip on me thickened. I'm rooted to the spot turning cold from hot. Shadows engulf me, darkening the night, they left me wondering, as I could not fight. Fear was here and I dare … Continue reading Shadow of Doom
Election
No MPs just candidates peddling their lies and messages of hate, now the election has a date when we all go to rate. Will they buy bombs, or give money to moms? Will they look after the old or just leave them out in the cold. They all say their words but some are absurd, … Continue reading Election
Beautiful Day
Wind blows through shimmering trees, blossom flies up to the sky with the bees. freshly cut grass makes you sneeze, children playing with dirty knees trees turn green for as far as the eye can see. Birds pick at insects and worms before departing on isotherms. the wind lifts them to the sky on their wings, carrying … Continue reading Beautiful Day
Apache
A big wind fills the sky dropping out of the storms eye, dust cloud to shroud, ready to deploy its lethal crowd. Down goes the ramp to start the decamp, thirty men fresh out of camp. Out they go to and froe; left and right into the night covering the arcs in case of a … Continue reading Apache
Subclass
Media tells us you sit around all day on your ass lambasted cos you are a subclass. No real value no real worth why were you put on this earth. You don’t work you are seen as a jerk no right to live to be, to survive seen as a skive why are you alive. … Continue reading Subclass
Rhythm of the Ink 
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