Spirits in the air
That whip up a frenzy
Mad trees
With limbs flailing about
River waters
Gushing, pushing
Craving the flood
Looking up
To tall buildings
Built from its banks
And a sun
That stares
on and on
Nothing is ever without its gaze
Wherever I move
It follows
Wherever I hide
It peers in
It informs others of my whereabouts
Nothing escapes it
And all this, lies outside my flat
An old man walks outside
With a can of beer in one hand
He talks to himself
And laughs with himself
He is all the company
That he needs
While I sit here
From my sofa
With holes in my soul
That only company can fill
I envy him
Swelled up pride
Bursting with it
I looked at my picture
Bloating with it
I looked good
Past tense
And so does everyone else
Online
Something I thought long dead
Awakes in me
An outburst awaits
Insides the gates
The walls are crumbling
Walls built by my own hand
Crumbling and worn
The ground shakes
Threatening to topple
All that I had built up
This time
I hope the walls stay down
I can feel the air
Around my room
I can move inside of it
I can sense the currents
Surfing around my skin
I find myself resurfacing
Gasping for breaks
Only to dive right back in
To feel the cold sea water
Freeze my head
Bringing sharpness
And clarity
To my touch
My hands reach to the bottom
Grabbing clumps of sand
I rise to resurface again
Lifting my hands up to the sun
Watching the sand
Melt away from my palm
As the piano notes
Rise and fall
My being pangs
With loneliness
My voice tries to call out
But the words don’t come
Just stuttering
Watching from a distance
Shunned and stunted
Visions of the past
Pretend to hold me up
To support me
Masking themselves
As my friends
Spectres of good feelings
Hollowed out and replaced
With sinister sentiments
And so
With the daily grating
Of my spirit
Whilst listening
To their haranguing
I submit
To something far above myself
To something virtually unhuman
Virtue
The body comes up
With amazing ideas
When thoughts float by
I know the logic
But I can’t get passed
Each time I make sense of it
The memories come closer
A long time ago
They happened
Repeating themselves
Each time locking me in
As I reason with it
Moving closer
I think I’m getting better
Until I find their faces
Pressed up against the glass
Torn between two factions
Two minds and two hearts
One, tribal
The other, civilisation itself
One that runs through the forest
Spear in hand
The other in an assembly of men
Head held high, words with virtue
My heart wants to return to that forest
Whilst my head wants a place in the forum
The battle plays out constantly
Between beast and man
Does what I say,
The vessels I choose
To fill with my thoughts
Count?
With the daily confusion
Injected by surety
By those that make my decisions
And, just like that
I stumble again
Not so sure
Then sure again
Of what I’m doing
Every hour of every day
It hangs over me
Time
Holding me up
Ever curious as to what I’m doing
And like a fool, I watch her too
Tick, tick, tick away
Wherever I look
The passing of numbers
That seem to grip me
With an anxiety that feeds on itself
My head twists and turns
With the rhythm of the drum
Her voice pierces my ears
Like a siren she calls to me
Through the dusty speakers
That mount my desk
My body seems to stands to attention
Eyes slipping to the dark and back
I have to keep my posture good
But it falters
When I forget
What dream holds me now
What place am I in
A shoreline greets my boat
We jump onto the sandy beach
It crunches beneath my boots
As I look up
To the cliff-top
Figures stand
Singing out to the sea
Their guttural song
Gliding across the waves
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 