Calling out my name
In a large room
8am
I sit there, on trial
For money that’s not mine
Only for me to sleep
The whole day
When I return
A hard day of nothing
Tag: Words
Allusive Ambition
Dreams mixed with thick ambition
Leaving me a bitter sweet mist
That I inhale deeply through my nostrils
To play around inside my lungs
And joyfully jump
Out my mouth
Leaving me to try and catch
The wispy, fading mist
Legacy
I am the author
Of my own memories
I am the conjurer
Of my own emotions
What I choose
Flows and goes
But when all is written and done
Will there be many words to be said?
Nothing assured
Green grass and mouldy clothes
That don’t fit no more
Because their memories have stretched them too far
At least the grass will always be green
But even that can’t be guaranteed
Ancient Lines
Old lines come back to me now
Refresh my dull mind
And give life to my words
Because at the moment
They’re burying their own graves
Waiting to drop at any moment
Cult Figure
I went outside to greet the day
A smile on my face
A jump to my stride
But the day didn’t care
Plants went on growing
Birds went on singing
People, people
The universe did nothing
But allow me here
That’s not enough for me
I need something more
To be recognised
To be important
So I made a cult
Silver Marble
A silver moon rolls around
In the cloudy sky
Eating the stars light
Excreting out black
Into the dark night
While the blowing wind sings
Through this forest
I’ve lost myself
Trying to understand its words
Where it blows from
Where I’m coming from
The nights get darker and darker
