Poetry for the heart, mind and soul

Talent, perhaps beckons all to conquer thyself

Revolution

We’re all miserable in our own way

A stable structure of homely troubles

Time sold stories full of recurring fables

leave us all hollow, miserable, day to day…

Dismiss one vagabond for the other

equal in dismissal, life’s torturous slaughter

If everyone openly is my brother

why would I ever pick one vessel over another?

One, two, three, four thousand friends and plus

five million followers never could be enough

to invite for a meal where openly you reveal yourself

Never gonna happen in a council owned terraced house

Cherished possessions, talents waywardness

godly beauty, dutiful sentiments of the wanton

loneliness meant for most of the race

Loneliness a fatal loneliness

True right down to the bones of it

Is your own fault

I know

Living away from the world

is no way to live

Trim, lie, dope and shiv

time’s wilting sack all curled