Words defining their existence In the presence of your soul; working towards unlocking the minds of a universal scroll. Poetry is an art that combines the essence of life through the fabrication of reality. Strike me with your wisdom, philosophy, love and journeys beyond your creative imagination. Poetry is, poetry was, and poetry will sharpen …
Please enjoy this little collection of poems about the journeys we live through life. Some journeys find us, but we have to make life happen, or we will end up lost with no help. These poems will help heal your mind and move you forward with family, friends and loved ones. Listen to the chitter-chatter …
I’m just a boy who grew up on a council estate. I watched people through my lazy eye and felt feelings that made me cry. I was born left-handed with some form of ADHD. They said I was on the spectrum as I failed all my exams. I’m thick, an outcast with no future plans. …
Imprisoned. Staring with a stare that defines my own. I’m here but somewhere else. I can’t hear the noise of sounds. Seeing pictures of my past to which I know will never last. I’m out for a moment, without being seen, but never moved a muscle, which is really obscene. There’s no one in charge …
I listen to music when the tapping from the keyboards gets too loud. When you chew your food, I can feel the taste in my mouth. The cry from a baby magnifies through my ears, but I’m patient and wipe away all the tears. I’m sensitive to all the things you can’t see. I’m sensitive …
I feel my thoughts. Thoughts talk to me through words. Words are silent when they decide to converse. Converse with a moment that defines this curse. Tapping out the letters to make sense to you. You might not understand the contents of this perverse. Perverse your mind to extract the darkness from the blind. Blind …
Driving behind these four rings of creation, I feel happy, alive and full of inspiration. These wheels talk to my inner sensation while my mind escapes into the valley of participation. I reach 80 in third; cars and trucks fade away in reverse. The gears help me engage with the slickness of the road, as …
Travelling. The sky is a brilliant blue. Cars and lorries pass through my peripheral vision. Sheep and cows walk through the fields; I point them out to the children in the back. We smile, laugh and sing ‘baa baa black sheep’, but we never see a black sheep. The steering wheel feels light and sensitive …
We are all just people trying to fit in. Some of us get on with it while others destroy and want to win. Let them hold gold; let them destroy what they don’t have. We are all just people living out our daily lives. I don’t want to be a king, a ruler or a …
Busy with things that make up life. We recognise faces that shine with delight. Feelings are shown, and emotions are torn – as we dance away the night in the flashes of this storm. The pandemic is coming! We’ve been told. Run for your ‘Face Masks’ and wash your hands with soap. I’m struggling to …