Certificate U

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.

With my fishing line of gold,
Hook, baited with pearls

The purple depths
Of heather on the hill

We are traditionalists
In our village

Brush strokes are formed on a blank page
And the simplicity takes me back to my childhood days
Like the meanderings of a viola
Taking the lead
All my wandering roads do lead

The morning sun glared from behind the silhouette of
Hunched over oak trees, competing for space with
The grave stones in the cemetery on horizons plane.

Alone

I’m breathless,
Gasping,
Suffocating,
Winded.
The air’s been struck out of me
So I’m panting,
Like the asthmatic
that I’m not.
I’m just thirsty for
oxygen.