when your love runs out, and
you can see the rope swinging
let the humblings take hold
ignore the urge for bleeding
her devotion might be fading
but the Lords true path is waiting
… or so they say …
those with faith
I say stick with what matters
let the fingers do the walking
explore your inner talking
until the end
I care not if you dislike my writing, or my feeble attempts thereof
I do care greatly though, when it tickles your fancy, awakens within,
something of old or ultimately young,
I care not if you label, ignore just because
as long as you heart that which raises your
pulse
I recall a painting, made at primary school
we drew our heads in perspective
using black ink or water colour
black heads then lined the walls for weeks
radiating evil; ….
I ever since have hated
that shape of head portrayed
the shape of head remaining
as dark today as then
atop of sloping shoulders
my darkness you cannot see
the painting long since shredded
the memories of childhood though;
remain
trying to be normal
making plans for holiday(s)
not a holy day
but gawd all mighty what a toll
it takes
the sky to fly
the home away from home
the road less taken in a car
of dubious making
the choosing of the date and then
the moulding of the cake
trillions of web browser tabs
of my choosing
and in the end
the lingering doubts
that maybe this time
will be no different,
a last minute cancellation
making these
stressful times
a wasted
effort
I do not like planning much
thinking ahead of what might be fun
doing
doing
doing sweet FA
is what I like
doing
doing
doing zilch
and thus you brand me
a boring
fuck
I no longer
answer the phone
though I sometime get up
just to check
the likelihood
the caller
wanting
me
There were things…
… no, there are things …
… of less, or more, importance than …
… the … … …
(definitive article always throws me)
… the the … vs. the a …
… without hindsight … is …
… a struggle … maybe the struggle …
… mankind suffers … over less …
… I struggle .. a the vs. the a …
… Bond on TV … IT IS IN FRENCH …
… WITHOUT … without … i.e not there …
… a subtitle to help / the subtitle could help …
… Je ne parle pas français !!!! …
… yet the a and the the …
… continue … to … enchant …
… these inept …
… rambling …
… at 32C and …
… counting …
Your words; naked
You; draped in black cloth
Your words; naked
You; with scythe swinging short
Your words; naked
You; taking that was not
Your words; naked
You; perish into dust
Once upon a Spanner
The history repeats
We do again the things we did
When youth we were and did believe
Once upon an Inn
The history defeats
You do again the things you did
When youth you were and dreamed if it
Once upon a Works
The history goes chirp
They wonder not of that which was
When youth they were and comfort lost
Once upon a better world
History became the hurdle
We, You, They and the rest
No longer pondered youth
nor pleasures
It smells like home,
a cinnamon bun,
never overdone,
just right – spunge
With sugar on top,
special sweet crop,
cold milk tumbler,
the matching – stunning
It smells like home,
the wanting strong,
the cooking erring,
still longing for – home
