Certificate U

Beneath the moonlit sky

“You can’t take it with you”

No train. Standing in the rain. Fatality, we're told. Met his fate. Shame about the rain.

Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Endulgant and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh

The Legion.

Am I a shadow of my former self,
or a form yet to fill the deepest shadows of my prime?
Am I dreaming, yet to wake,
and break the membrane of perceived sentience?

in for the long run

Churning
Seething
Pumping

The font
The source
The target

Feed me!
Blame me!
Reject me!

But never appreciate me...

I work for you
I slave for you
I die for you

My only recourse

I am a leaf.

I’m that leaf on the tree outside the garden gate, yes that’s me.
Planning my future because I was asked;
Held in place by a finger, frame.

Once upon a time, a King, called King Humboldt, told his daughter Katarina that she must marry a very unattractive prince.

Within love’s land, though I may be a stranger
and cannot tell what sorrows, there, may hide
for you, my love, I’d put my heart in danger;
for you such risk is surely justified.

This still needs some work on it, but I thought I'd whack it on here anyway!

'Hostage', written on 12 April 2013

the hazy past

when you sit on the sideline
of life watching the world go by

how I made Davy Moyes look good. (part 1)

A Green Velvet Sack

1st Verse:

Politics are parlour tricks;
the fight has already been fixed;
no matter who the people choose,
the rich will win; the poor will lose.

They only make a mockery

African Drum.