Exposing our privates

It is time

For me to write

This cold pollution

Has won the fight

Art is dead

Look and see

The art of life

The trees agree

It is time

For me to write

Words of mine

Words of mind

We’re thick and creamy

Deliciously light

We like to love

We love to fight

Pleasure is sold

For cash in the hand

The real price

This precious land

The selfish, the greedy

the primitive past

Learning the lesson?

Changing at last?

Learning to look?

Willing to see?

Climbing the ladder?

Planting the tree?

But the future is waiting

To revenge our sin

To witness the scorched earth

Where we had once been.

The luck of a dead chicken

For 20 seconds flat

It didn’t notice the lorry

That was that

Chicken legs for dinner

Chicken wing for tea

I wonder if the chicken

Would like a bite of me?

A two year delay

A coming of age

The evidence

Upon this page

A shock of sorts

But one of fact

Opened the case

My feelings were packed

I now can see clear

To confusion beyond

This familiar me

Of whom I’m quite fond

Now I’ve returned

To my rented soul

To see the filth

Which now fills the hole

This humble abode

Never the same

Whose is the portrait

Within the frame?

If I must be alone

Then alone I will be

Back to the time

When it was just me.

Spent a life in pain

Well it’s not going to stop now

Perhaps quite insane

Waiting just to be let down

Optimism now

As fleeting as it could be

Relaxing in the wood

But I know the bad is there behind a tree

A beast mauled by life itself

Before it learnt to talk

Mispronounced words of love

Before it learnt to talk

Feeling tight inside

From feeling you can never hide

Feeling torn apart

Lost the war before the start

Must rely of faith

Yet no one gives me reason to

All I want is to be safe

I just don’t know what’s true.

Waiting and…

Waiting

Counting

Time is passing and is not my friend

Existing I think

Now until then

Existing and experiencing

Then counting back

To see what I have done

To see if it was right

To see if it was wasted

As if I could go back again

As if I could do better next time

As if it had meant nothing

Nothing at all

Just like waiting

Existing

The hole was deep and wide

And inside

On a piece of paper

It said ‘enjoy’ ENJOY!

And I thought

‘There must be a piece missing’

‘There must be some mistake’

‘So far for so little’

At the journey’s end

Time seemed wasted

And yet it was all there

Before my eyes

I looked at my watch

I was late.