POEMS NOT PUBLISHED 

The Adjacent End 

 

It is there, on display;
A neon sign illuminating,
Not too intimidating;
It enlightens the final send-off way.

A purple sky on a show;
Pitch dark clouds hovering,
Making the air smothering,
The end is nigh, we know.

Earthquakes shaking the earth;
Tsunamis terrorising many islands,
Heavy snow covering the highlands,
There’s only time for death, not birth.

This is our latest inheritance;
Brought to us by past carelessness,
Along with many leaders selfishness,
Nature smells of damned defiance.

Death of a Paedophile 

 

Nineteen years old I was grudging strife,

it was also my time for celebration;

died, the paedophile that ruined my life,

I spat on his grave with satisfaction.

Seizing The Night 

 

Like that dream that goes awry when I touch you,

A hot stodgy and airless night, where was I going?

Would I meet the person who is living in my morbid heart,

If I don’t find her it’s not for the lack of trying.

 

Through the disappearing of the sunny day,

You might have enshrouded behind the smutty gatherings;

Plotting and devising unwelcoming murky plans,

Hoping when I find her will not be filled with tearful partings.

 

I perceive a picture in my agitated mind,

Carpe Noctem is the inspired imagination I conceive;

Step by step I move if only I can find her now

Through the striking moonlight, I do believe.

 

Like that dream that goes awry when I touch you,

Through the disappearing of the sunny day,

I perceive a picture in my agitated mind,

I found her half-naked, drugged in a grotesque way.

Untitled 

 

woodlands in silence
the friendship of the vast trees
some blood-red mushrooms