Fickle Energy – a poem

Energy for the usual niceties Is gone, swallowed by forces Which act in shadow, synapse Town where the inhibition Of reuptake is the law of This land. * Small motions, quiet expressions Take the place of normal conversation Swapped out for discordant moments Instead of the jittery, stop/start Flow characterising most of this Life. ***


Synaptic Slowdown – a poem

Slower work these synapses than The typical that fire fast, so Fast in order to make decisions, Rationality railing against lack Of ability once had, now lost Temporarily. *

Impeccable Exhaustion – a poem

The tale of tiredness has levels To be told thereby its height; When gone is the will to interact With others of our kind, made blind. * Impeccable lies the ache of dead suns Under the skin, behind the eyes, Hot and cold alternating wires Driven into reality and dysphoria. * That unreality of things... Continue Reading →

“Come Outside” – a poem

"Come outside, come outsiiiide", She calls to me through the window, A soft and lilting whisper gliding over Leaves and grass, beckoning. * A simple and comely voice calling For me to answer, yet she knows There be a small chance only Of me opening my door, terrified. * "Let me in." she calls now,... Continue Reading →

Vitality – a poem

Vitality of this order strikes Oddly as if a sword struck strange By a hammer warped from forces cosmic Cold and caustic; bright grows all. * Nerves sing in super high pitch Whines to tell me of more waiting Than I can process, duress strong To press upon what faculties are left. * Forces exogenous... Continue Reading →

Shadow of Time – a poem

Through the shadow of time rises A whisper heard by those with ears Fit to perceive the subtleties loud In a land where such an utterance may Summon the demons to whom gods bow. * Lightning creatures from other worlds Here throng, yet they know not all That should be, nor the barest glimpse Of... Continue Reading →

Endorphin Release – a poem

Endogenous morphine running rampant Every second of the day when this Tryst is in play, place, abound With possibilities, quieting of The human condition, anxiety Put paid to and laid to rest down From the panicked heights up there; Now endogenous morphine exposed, laid Bare.

Humorous Chicanery – a poem

Chicanery is a strange word, filled With odd connotations and suggestions Of actions and covert preparations Leading one to believe in ghosts. * Perhaps there are no ghosts, only Human beings doing what we do best In this mad maze of tumbled shocks Wherein lie covert opportunities. * Humour makes it all worthwhile, true Like... Continue Reading →

The Casual Man – a poem

...he finds few things worth gasping over For recognition of worth is the key To knowing and being the Casual Man, Assured in self and recognised worth. * OutrĂ© is no thing needing shock Or a horrified expression, relaxed, At ease he sees and understands, Knowing the pearl of truth revealed. * Smooth and tranquil... Continue Reading →

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