My mind is blank and dreary

like a starless city sky

I lay down alone to cry

Single silent solemn tears


In life I’ve strived for nearlys

Or not quite yets or nos

I’ve grown lonesome and so low

For my wisdoms stoned the years


With regrets and broken promises

Wanting it to break

The cycles of creation

Wilted so the summers roses


I’ve lived the devastation

how destruction she disposes

of quiet peaceful places

I seldom would embrace


As spirits bloom

As spirits bloom as will the doom you know

it is so hard to be yourself

As love may come and go to show you woes

I may discard who brings me health


As sun or rain or joy or pain will flow

the rivers soaked up by the clouds

and underneath the rain fall worms will grow

to bring the flowers fertile ground


The city where I stay she is my cage

she keeps me cosy from the dark

Although the stone and concrete pave the way

to sit and stay and make no mark


The hills afar where water scars the earth

is where I’d rather be sometimes

I lack the will to find the thrills to journey

past the urban ways of life

Rising of the Sun

I rise above the shitty streets

I find myself at ease

I’ve had enough of sheer disbelief

I’ve struggled hard to be

and now I see the rising sun

and less I see the moon

the lunatic I had become

unsettling and rude

and down on earth a grounded fool

is me and I may smile

I’ve found my worth and all is cool

and I may stay a while

in love and light and happiness

a life I can well bare

above the spite and bitterness

I’ve freedom of despair


The Jesters broken pride…

And you will turn the Jester’s pride

And send him to his death
And you will follow all your lies

Until no truth is left
And you will neck another gin

As mother would have once
And she’ll be gone of all her sin

You’ll laugh at just a dunce
A Jester once who made them laugh

And spread the smiles of joy
A broken heart a lonely art

All but a broken toy
And sing to you in fragile voice

A victim of a queen
Once just as you who made a choice

To ruin all his dreams 

The lies of love and hope… 

In my despair or disrepair

I trundle on this path
I never cared for sweeter air

I just cannot be arsed
I sit I wait I hesitate

And nothing happens still
The same old vibe I recreate

Until my mind is ill
A cigarette perhaps a book

I turn another page
I can’t forget I once mistook

It for a bright new age
Although I’ve tried and cried again

I still somehow will cope 
My mind all fried no compromise

The lies of love and hope


In times of lonely solitude

My thoughts will float away 
I try in somber attitude

To lift my mood from grey
A tear may fall, well here and there

The cycles of the moon?
As fears are tall they call despair

To come to dance with gloom
So spare me love and dare to breathe

And fall for someone else
I rarely try now to deceive

I’m ill inside myself
Another hair falls from my head

The Years can pass so quick
I’ve come to learn to stay in bed

As wisdom ‘comes my gift

Tick tock…

The night is terrifying

Her calm claws crept along my skin so silently 

My spine shuddering to the ice cold bite of the frosty air 
As I look inside myself I can see clearly the calamity of loss

Not just death but also how they run away when you scream
Like thousands of baby spiders from a broken belly of a mother about to face an uncertain future
How I wept once

But my tears are dry for I wept too much as a boy
Dry like a mother who has long since been one and escaped the cycles of bloodshed only to face the threat of cancer and fragile bones 
Snapping like twigs under the feet of monsters who turn the light to darkness and run through the hands of the clock twitching and turning in their sleep waiting for another hit
Tick tock

goes the clock

always moving 

Never stops