Sometimes I am tired so I dance like a Tiger’s cheerleader
Then I look outside and realise I’ve not filled the bird feeder
So I stop dancing and fill it up right to the brim
Now I’m covered in rain and my clothes don’t look so trim
Then I remember I’ve got to drill holes and put up some hooks
So I go and do that quickly and forget about my looks
Now I’m sat at the computer writing about all today’s things
A slimy hippopotamus fell through my bedroom ceiling and woke me up.
‘You fat fuck, you’re crushing me!’
…
‘Oh so now you decide to disintegrate into patterns of all different colours and a three hour drone of rainfall noises! Well about time! Maybe now I can get back to sleep.’
Sat
Clocks tick,
Time is still,
We are the ones
advancing through time.
Take a breath, quietly.
Let the world turn, let it fly.
Space is always going to be there,
The sun continues burning at night.
Anticipation of grief
Faulty hearts passed down the tree
The weight of a lifetime relationship still
Bracing my shoulders as I sit and remain
Vigilantly apprehensive
I am sat waiting for the guilt
All the things I never said
Everything we never did
What can I do sat quietly as the clock ticks?
Tell you both I love you unconditionally
Walk through the trees until you reach the moors.
Brown bark rough
A black dog follows you
Snow soft crunch
The white cat is leaving you
Ice, not just broken, but shattered
Tired, space to melt, then evaporate
Let’s let off some steam
A man and a van ’cross the road I did see,
A voice in my mind said, ‘Go out, you are free!’
I stepped out to spy what the world had in store,
A slobbering dog sat, immense, at the door.
It’s fur was so golden, it’s teeth stained with age,
The slobber fell off, like a scene from a stage.
I asked, ‘May I see it?’ The man gave a nod,
And what I beheld was no work of a god.
Each hair seemed so real, every strand had its place,
It’s eyes told of lifetimes; a deep, living grace.
But this was no beast, though alive it did seem,
A robot! The like only built in a dream.
The man, surely genius, the cleverest one,
Had crafted a dog that shone bright as the sun.
I turned back in awe, mind abuzz with the thought:
If such things can live, what else might be wrought?
Biting the apple
Crunch, Munch, Splash
A rush of sugar
(testing website cache, again)
Orange peel on the counter top
How long has been since I saw the sea?
Deep blue expanse puppet of the moon
My heart between warm oranges and reds
And cool blues like an old guitar tune
A fruit salad could pick me up
That’s pudding sorted for tea tonight
Heat and light from the oven glows up the kitchen
The taste of comfort as we enter winter’s embrace
Gather round and enjoy food with me
Colour me full, I’m stuffed, satisfied
Sounds of cheer paint the room orange
Splats of spilt curry paint the floor
The moon has a blue tinge through the cloud
Food is energy for life’s troubles and tricks
Pull the peel of your problems and let’s eat
twisted branches
hazelnuts
teapot dances
pouring out
avalanches
risk chances
snowfall
grey clouds
advances
towering
in the sky
horse and lances
charging
electricity
enhances
trees trench
roots grasp
clinging to
circumstances
What’s the noodle you are sucking out that tangle of thoughts?
Why are you counting each grain of rice in the bowl?
Eat when you’re hungry, mindful necessity.
Analysis of calories and nutrients, an obsessive mindfuck.
Only option is for disaster, everything for you leads to pain
Crisis after crisis, unending cycles, nothing but tiresome shame
Reward your good decisions, your plans for coping get used
Indigo clouds and brightly coloured dragonflies look on, confused
A cup of tea warms the empty
Tugging me back to earth
My favourite thing approaching forty
Trying to feel my worth
Send me a message
Don’t be a stranger
I’m not obsessive
Share what pains yer
Colonoscopy DNA editing
Gut biome discovered
Sixty minutes waiting and waiting
Constipation recovered
A bee stuck in glue placed by a menacing child
The call of the cuckoo across the rain-soaked valley
Sheltering insects wait out the storm
Only to cry tears of silk and light
A claw reached into my pocket
Looking for a treat
Fur from my pet in a locket
Give it something to eat
Crash wack-a-doodle!
Up jumped the moon
Said ‘You’ve got nothing to lose-el.
You big stupid baffoon!’
Teeth jagged carving fruit for superior digestion
Rot ridden harvest this year’s misbehaving endowment
The bleak, the blunt, the misfiring error
The hard, the strong, the confident disaster
Uncanny grapefruit drink making me sleepy
Intrusive enzyme kink taking the spirit
Lasting acorn supply
Doubtin’ forlorn magpie
Father muster your energy
I need you to stay alive
Casio VL-Tone, sings in’t room
She plays keys, to mourn loss of her friend
Died too young she burn’d out too brightly
There’s a star out there but down on earth
Her lips curl’d, at the ends, a slight smile
Her face static, always a fix’d grin
It helps her, she feels good, quick to laugh
Remember them who liv’d far too fast
Positive to take time for yourself
Preventing a repeat episode
Push your heart never end before time
Make sure others don’t burn out; give them hope
I want to express myself through visual art
Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw
Ask me once, I’ll do my best, again,
Ask me twice, I’ll take my rest, once more,
Ask me thrice, do it yourself, I’m done.
What is fun, is to help, to guide you.
What is done, is to listen, reflect.
What you find, is the mirror, yourself.
I’ll feed you, fill your mouth, for some peace,
From requests, and problems, I take home.
What is posed, a question, distraction.
Full of food, you complete your desires,
Turning in, you sleep sound, in silence,
Wrapped up, you’ll do your best, again
When a cat slips through night like a breeze,
With a pounce, it can land where it please.
Softly stalking its prey, it will creep,
Then it leaps with a bound, never cheap.
On the roof, it can balance with grace,
As it runs, it will set such a pace.
With a flick of its tail, it’s away,
Like a shadow that hides from the day.
As they prowl and they pounce and they leap
With their tails in the air as they sway
Till they curl up at last for to sleep
In the morn when the sun starts to rise
They demand that their breakfast appear
With their soft little mews and their cries
Till you finally give in my dear
Through the Dao flows the Way, ever still,
In its calm, find the strength of it’s will.
Yield to life, and the world will align,
Like the water that helps undermine.
In the silence, the answer is clear:
Live with peace, and the Dao will draw near.
My stomach is playing up on me
I need something to stop it repeating
Maybe a cup of peppermint tea
Technically tisane but who’s counting
Let me carry around my childhood toy
I’ll give it to you when we first meet
Trusting that you’ll protect my youthful joy
And keep me in mind when you retreat
How are these feelings of body and mind
Connected in one special animal’s love
To view myself as a beloved pet is kind
Sending my entire self a peace seeking dove
Add tinkling of reverberating bells
Hold me over a bowl of steaming curry
Chick peas
Oven gloves
Snot sneezed into my elbow
Infected jumper for the wash
Reflexes
Caught a cold
Wash up the dishes
A bath for my hands
Birthday wishes
From faraway lands
Coupled with unrealistic dreams
And benefits for my friends
Offering nothing
Nothing but silence
And a pack of tarot cards
Never opened
Never researched
The regret and the nigh time memories
Anguish constantly being put back to the back of my mind
A haunting flute above an orchestra
Sounds pure and sweet in front of strings
But breathy and imprecise on its own
Gone are the days of wandering alone
What will get me out of my door
Recharge the battery
Of my spirit and soul
Wearing next to nothing
End this cold suffering
My head beating like drums
Caught up in urban noise
Send me away from buzz
Breathing in the free air
In deep calm walking those
Final steps sending me
Back to the beginning
In the dark of your mind where the tick
Takes up rest, and the sun never shines,
There’s a sound to be heard that echoes
And echoes, the drum hits, the bang bangs!
So you rest, and you sleep, dreaming death.
You can’t wake, no escape, trapped tight
Under cloth, over pillows, you stir.
Making tea, making tea, making tea.
When tha walks o’er the moor, and the deer run away,
Wi’ the heath under foot, and the sky looms so grey,
Tha hears in the distance the curlew’s lone cry,
Wi’ the bracken and heather all brown ’neath the sky.
The rain starts to fall, like a drum on the stone,
And the moor feels as old as time all alone.
Right now the world is ending
For some one trapped in war
A new beginning is happening
For a child just being born
Both are screaming for their life
At either end of a spectrum
United by some strife
And hope where they can find some
An opportunity comes
To give purpose and meaning
So if you are picking the crumbs
Take pride in that spring cleaning
Time plays a changing tune
Do we forget the dance
Understood by the moon
You can take your chance
Chattering in the frozen breeze that killed my uncle
They have said some awful things
But they’ve been there for those that I love
Always balanced in greyscale morality
I save time for my faithful replacement
Just wooden teeth
You make me smile sometimes
When my face hasn’t felt movement
You are there
You make me want to show everything I have
When I haven’t done everything I could have
You remind me to show
My just wooden teeth
Take a moment to just reflect
Sometimes there is no need to respond
A flash of anger is well expressed
Through a creative outlet
Think about if what you want to say is what you mean
Carve out answers in experience not in yourself
With your just wooden teeth
What is it like in space?
Well you should already know
You are on Earth surrounded by a great expanse
With the courage of eight billion
You are not alone
Even if you lost it all and all you have is
Just wooden teeth
Family doesn’t last forever
So I use tools to compile a useful collection
A bunch of people trying to do what they can
When the world is ending inside their minds
I send controlled and pitched air to their ears
Through my just wooden teeth
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Waves crash, waves rise,
Hearts drift, hearts collide.
Sun fades, sun returns,
Over water, time burns.
Dreams whisper, softly speak,
Dreams linger, softly seek.
Hearts breathe, waves still call,
Over water, time stands tall.
Call waves, call hearts, sun burns, seek water,
Speak over, softly breathe, rise dreams, waves water.
Still time, water seek,
Softly call, whisper speak,
Water drift, dreams return,
Waves collide, over burns.
Tall hearts, tall dreams, whisper water, hearts speak,
Over water, over sun, still breathe, still seek.
Dear Friend
Happy Christmas
May 2025 be 5 months into next year
Love from me
a pickle tide seaside
laps home over my nakedness
i feel vinegar in every fold
as i shrivel deliciously
grumpy donkey
the haws of a twisty bush
scratch my tired skin
i need to hydrate
i can see green bits in my soup
there’s mush and crunch
slop and water mixed together
grainy texture
stringy abrasive teeth itchers
it’s a bit hot to really taste
but it’s here now and impolite to leave
don’t get me wrong
i want to go
this soup is really bad
babe, wake up
IT’S TIME TO EAT!
garlic stem whiplash
chop those onions
shed those tears
shed those tears all over town
i have a huge knife
chopping chillis
don’t rub your eyes
these are spicy
splash!
sizzle!
fry!
i have been
in the kitchen
all day long
FUCKING ENJOY IT!
My pupils see fine weather.
You know I never tell,
Pretend to me:
They animated a poor drawing
Some music however
Returned glee to me
Tired leaves droop
Dropping down
She’s gone now
Left me here
Daily loop
Same old town
Don’t know how
We’ll lose fear
Back bent stoop
Resting frown
Solemn vow
Keep that dear
blue acorns turned grey by the wind
double dose of kombucha with extra bacteria
an armful of blankets dampened by clothes from the washer
disco circles spinning whilst music goes around and around my mind
tent poles for tarpaulins and bivvy sacks for sleeping in the wild
a cat called oscar whose brother has gone missing
granular pieces of chopped up sounds
gentle footsteps of a spider on a vertical wall
sixteen toasted sandwiches each slightly warmer than the last
a handful of ducks and a lonely goose in the melted section of a frozen pond
oblongs and arcs in different colours on a half painted canvas
a frown from a tired and stressed menopausal person
three reddish/brown bricks kept for a day when an odd brick would be handy
a cotton towel that needs awash but is still fairly soft
The stream had almost dried up
It was usually a babbling brook
Yet the days were so long
And I could hear this new song
Sung by the rocks and the fishes
Summer had granted all my wishes
Yet as the nights drew in
I felt my heart sing
Autumn will be here soon enough
Because it’s raining lint and fluff
A nice jumper to pullover my head
Some actual darkness so I can stay in bed
All I want is for you to be free
And to light the fire inside of me
I need some warming food
To keep us in this mood
Treacle and pumpkin
Ginger and spice
Roast potato with herbs
A sweetness so nice
Alone, walking down the alley
Rain dripping off an overhanging branch
Red light spills from a passing police car
Casting a shadow that climbs the wall
The searing siren slowly dies
As an eerie sense tickles my spine
A clap of thunder deafens my ears
I look to the safety of my phone
I can feel all my boundaries crashing down Followers go up but my smile becomes a frown
All I wanted was to feel I was watched
Only I’m concerned as likes get notched
I look around but no one’s there
Although this feels like a real nightmare
Something’s out there I cannot see
An evil presence creeping up on me
At the end of the alley is an open field
Such wide open space would be like a shield
Lightning strikes growing fears
Briefly shines on my crimson tears
Someone’s around that much I know
I can get to safety if I go
An arm on my shoulder, I scream and cry!
Who has been following me and will I die?
i still want you
i need you in my life
i feel your smile
powering my heart
you say you are looking past your best
yet my key still fits in your lock
you say you’ll put us to the test
yet you’ve never put my head upon the block
you used to cry out all the time
but now you’re older you’re doing just fine
you’ve grown up in space and you gave up all your crime
it took an age but we got you across that borderline
i still want you
i need you in my life
i feel your smile
powering my heart
sing your favourite song
let me sing along
let’s be together
now and forever
i love you
a steaming hot cup of tea
precariously
balanced on my tender knee
ps. insulated mug
tin glazed sun beats the pavement,
flushed face, sat on a bench,
lipstick on the teacup’s edge,
a gentle breeze flutters a napkin off the table.
who was on this seat before me?
uncoated pan
clang and bang
processed fats
cat caught rats
what is good food
for your mood
for my friend
a treat to send
washing up bowl
aquarium shoal
home for fish
is not on a dish
kitchen wizard
freezer blizzard
cold cold meals
cheap cheap deals
eating a plant
having a rant
meat eating vet
around my pet
Purple mutant summer arrives with oppressive heat.
Roars of thunder echo across the land with authority.
Heightened emotions and free admission rollercoasters for all.
Until the sun sets accompanied by chirrups and the last buzz of the day.
All I can think of is production for him in the purple mutant summer.
All I know is working til breakpoint in the purple mutant summer.
All I want is capital and inequality in the purple mutant summer.
He pollutes our skies and burns our forests.
Sucks the ground dry and turns the sea to plastic.
He says he will make me rich if I pray to him and worship.
But I never ever see him in purple mutant summer.
I am trapped at home.
Silent and scared.
The storm is still going.
Our grievances unaired.
My cat can help me
As the trumpeter weeps
Meows in their sleep again
Screaming GET OUT OF MY DREAMS!
Rockin that skibidi ohio rizz
Gonna show my gyatt
Coz I slay, I got cake, an’ I ate
I’m so pookie, I got aura
That shit bussin’
I need to drown in your smile again
Your beauty untouched by cynicism
Don’t let me grind you down
My guilt and anxiety
Cleaves at me
Silently
Unwanted thievery
As I learned your ways
You taught me hope
And hope lifts me up
For that day tomorrow
That day that never comes
Stunned into inaction
A feeble attempt at living
You’d call it genuine
When I’d ruin the party
A horse walks past my kitchen
After the apples on my trees
You might’ve cooked for me
If I were a boy again
There’d be no problem
Upsetting at the table
Your undying heart never left me
I sank into myself
With those fragments I stole
Your sparkle and spirit
Saves me from myself
Always indebted
Always yours
Lightning is lightening, briefly
Getting wet is a good start if you want to dry off
This vacuum only has one gear, MAX
Seven cynical succubi seduced me into having an evening cup of tea. No sleep. Shit.
She gives me that kitchen sinking feeling
The most effective steering mechanism of a boat is a Potentilla
The plate fell and screamed itself to pieces on the hard kitchen floor.
Her soft heart couldn’t take it anymore so it sobbed through the night.
She hated the way she looked even though she was beautiful when happy.
But she was rarely happy, her face was silent like solid stone.
All she wanted was some loud attitude, a confidence to lift her smile.
The gentle whisper of self love to melt the icy critic within.
She wanted the love she gave to her chosen few, all she could hear was sirens.
So she screamed like the plate to build herself again with a firmer foundation.
narcissist hailstones
bounce once and melt in the sun
winter in summer
Gimme those dark lights
Play them silent sounds
Don’t call me
I’m vibin’
All of a sudden I collapsed
Fairies around my head
Blue birds in my beard
A fleshy bag on the floor
Leaking fluid a silhouette
In the sun rays upon the tiles
I’m sure one day you’ll be there
To pick me up and sit me down
My red number one fan
Far away in the sub tropics
Eat your favourite food
That will make me happy
United by cats and sadness
We are twins separated
By six thousand green miles
And only our waking lives
Thank you for all your love
Thank you for your patience
Wassup, my guy?
This kitchen stinks,
Thoust no selfe respect,
Clean up bet, for if thee doth not,
Thou shalt rot.
Spores flye aloft the aire,
Forthy blyght dost linger upon þín walle,
Blæc fyne ond molde,
Swamm ond þá swarrinias.
Mín wēste cyćenan.
Try to stick to what you can control; your thoughts and your actions
To me we’re all one but you separate us into factions
Sing a song, you need to speak up, no solace in your silence
When you are attacked, scream loud enough to show your defiance
Argue with yourself, accept it all but don’t let your standards slip
Nature is fierce, let it happen, don’t underestimate it
So here’s what I recommend to you in life my dearest friend
Live in the now, you can finish without tying up loose ends
Mix up your pithy aphorisms with some obvious truths
Disrupt automatic reactions with startling out there blues
Feed everyone in your life, they’ll be happy with bellies full
Relax when on high alert, guard down, let your senses lull
Listen to the rhythm of everything around you, tune in
Listen for the chance to quieten people’s blustering, and win
Acceptance is the key to the door; of the room where there’s peace
Harmony is the piece you play loud; in the space where sounds cease
So go on your way, live for life today, remember bin day
So go on your way, live for life today, remember bin day
Born of great strength
A gentleness to penetrate the coldest heart
From childlike naivety
Grows unconditional empathy
Responsibility and passion
Are opposite sides of the same coin
Quietly a guardian rises
Out of the ashes of his ancestors
An enormous oak
Cultivated from the most nurtured seed
A touch from the greatest roughness
Softly crafts unending compassion
The patient gardener
Is a master of continuous life giving water
The precise touch
Of calloused hands builds a safe sanctuary
Those who are used to the dark
Illuminate the path for loved ones
In the black void
Glow the eyes of the warmest love
Cold endurance
Softens the sound of ten thousand sirens
The greatest emotions one experiences
Often come from great physical prowess
The softness of the most effective caregiver
Can be as hard and full of potential as uncarved wood
So when you are cold and numb
When you are dense and unyielding
When you sit alone in the dark
You may be developing qualities
Of the mother of all things
Hey why is your voice getting louder and louder?
Are you ok? Do you want some help?
Silence will not change the world but please don’t deafen me.
I know this is not a quiet time for internal reflection,
So I will listen and I will be your mirror.
Truth will eventually win but the difficult part is lies are often louder.
So let the change come with a reasonable volume
Made of a great number of gentle voices, mirror upon mirror.
Let’s make it happen like it was done by nature itself
Like it was destined all along
Sound is born of silence
Brilliant light is born in the dark
Spin the black circles like a hypnotist
Keep me moving through the night
A beat worthy of Borscht
And sounds like puppet strings
I want to dance
Festive fever
Unbroken trance
Under your spell
I am an animal dancing
One of a select few
Golden leaves like needles
The finest tips of springtime
Water a few minutes off the boil
You make everything better
Steep after steep
The flavour keeps climbing
You travelled far from Tongmu village
Nestled in the Wuyi mountains
A long way down the Silk Road
You fell into my teapot
Brew after brew
A potion for my headache
Drab grey concrete shared by pigeons and starlings
People bustling through in close proximity
The sky is closing in, says my feelings
Rain starts as I navigate anxiety
Some say they miss the comfort of feeling sad
That the sun never breaks the numb hazy clouds
With lies and conspiracy I don’t feel mad
This medicated daze is the fog that shrouds
Greyscale reality blurs what’s real and not
A new bold extension of my colourblind eyes
Despite this I now feed the pigeons a lot
In this overcast city you can hear my cries
The city of the moon makes me smile
It really spreads my cheeks for a while
Darkness soaks through my skin to the bone
As I let rip upon my throne
Shadows dance in the morning light
Patterns on my wall for the cat
Chasing dreams outside the cave
I sit in stillness a lot now
Watching things move is a prison
Movement happens in pitch darkness
Gratitude that the sun still burns
Locked in, my sight sets me free
In the library water is coming through the ceiling
Shhh! Weight of water is on my mind
It’s quiet enough to think clearly here, for a short time
Before I swim back home through the rain
Home is full of music and distraction from constant hums
The house feels heavy it might cave in
Under piles of rubble and possessions I am still the same
Just now I’m wet through without a roof
My head spins like black plastic
Songs and tunes play in my mind
Stand up I feel dizzy
Lie down I feel much worse
Like unrooted trees I fall
In the winds of your soft breath
I see double flowers
I smell your long gone scent
I’m under your spell, falling
For your ideas of balanced thought
I weep for time we lost
Tears drop down to the ground
It’s bin day and it’s raining
The songs I wrote are playing
You don’t dance anymore
This steady beat does nothing
Can I relax?
I need something to drink
Taps have run dry
Without water no tea
Smash! Goes my mug
I’m so tired of praise
Feelings can wait
I need a cup of tea
Third times the charm
Biscuit tin empty again
I cannot see
What I’ll eat with my tea
I’ll go shopping
For my elevenses
Must satisfy
My need for snacks and tea
At last an idea
Thank the gods for my flask
Prepared yesterday
At last I drink my tea!
When it all comes down
What’s left in your empty brain
Anything you dream
—-
What are you scared of?
Effects of humanity?
Be an animal
—-
Pour tea bath water
Into your favourite cup
Drink the benefits
One final drink together under the placid moon
You died in my arms that night next to the still lake
Soon after the carefree clouds gathered below the heavens
Above strands of grass, willow trees and fallen flower petals
Farewell my friend, I will take the advice of many fine poets
And become a lonesome traveller on winter’s everlasting road
I’ll walk up the hills away from my ancestral hometown
Missing the bonds forged when I found you crying in the boudoir
Travelling across seas I feel a meloncholy motion rock me to sleep
This boat sailing north amid the dramatic snowfall
The wild geese flying above send me messages of home
Lost in a bubble in the night sky I awaken from this dream
So then, awake I find you, my friend, alive and well
My joy ploclaimed at length from atop the ancient fortress
Fate builds and abandons me as I reflect above the motionless lake
With you by my side, my love, near the city of spring
Lower me a hook to save me from the uncertainty
Give me the ultimate happy ending to believe in
Bribe me with charity and sell me your dreams guarantee
Scare me with torture if I don’t follow your rules therein
I’ve got much closer to heaven with each day that passes
But dreams of heaven will be for nought the day that I die
My part will end but life goes on for the countless masses
What are the lies you tell yourself to get to sleep and why?
We have the threats, the hypocrisy, the narcissism
The generational authority passed down with glee
Black and white sins of a greyscale world lest criticism
Violence and bloodshed in Gods name that stains history
So what now can save me? Hope from family or a friend
The virtue of doing my best even if that’s not a lot
Radical acceptance for my existence till the end
Emptying the mind and being grateful for what I’ve got
The look on your face, your raw emotion
The light in your eyes, your divine delight
I miss this the most, the parts you gave me
I would do it all, to see you again
The biggest heart, never ending smile
Pure sparkling joy, I’ll never forget
The calm I felt, when you were around
It’s part of me, mine forevermore
I promise to try my best to pass on your gift like you did to me.
My friend once boxed a kangaroo in the desert!
She got punched in the face but fought strong through the hurt.
A week after the fight she beat a tough black belt.
One so big he could crush a nut with his force dealt.
It was a mighty battle but she had quick speed!
She punched him in the mouth so hard, he had his feed.
Like a weightless ballerina she defeated him.
Used his power against him, she knocked him out dim!
The champion of the world, her heat like the sun,
Shone through the desert, kangaroo, and everyone!
What’s for tea tonight?
Stomach rumbles inside me.
Food will do the job!
What is hiding in your face?
Behind the mask of disgrace.
Unlocked by a soul embrace.
Shines out with a smile in place.
———————
Don’t look for everything, on one certain path.
All paths are stitched from fragments of time.
Walk where your feet are now, whatever your path.
Everything‘s always there, all of the time.
———————
Watch, curled up cat sleeps
Not of this world are his dreams
I’ll join him tonight
What is everyone doing at any given time?
I want to ask the whole wide world what they are thinking,
And how they feel?
It’s not about me.
What do you want from your life and how can I help you?
Can I feel the way you feel and would that share the load?
Put it like this,
It’s not about me.
Do you want some time to yourself and space to relax?
I know you don’t need me but know that I’m here for you.
Feel better soon,
It’s not about me.
Can I share some hope just by listening to you talk?
Hearing you help yourself is sweet music to my ears.
Turn on the light.
It’s not about me.
Does existence realise we’re on a rock in space?
Shared with animals, plants, and lots of little atoms,
Each doing things.
It’s not about me.
Trapped lone solace in captivity
Isolated mind specifically
Locked in, cold, naked, and so, so bored
Wet, shivering, sitting, and ignored
Bankrupt and starving, getting older
Always in pain, a frozen shoulder
Can’t move, everything’s grey, give over
Can’t hear, it’s all too much, moreover
The silence is too loud, a dark shroud
Hanging around, a leaden cloud, proud
Of no one and nothing, my ears ring
The birds don’t sing, my cat’s dead play thing
Lukewarm tea, miles away from the sea
My friends flee, overlooking my plea
Long lost glee, hope gone, I cannot see
I’ve lost thee, hopeless, she set me free
I live for you, Clem, and tea.
I will not hear of stern words said against the tea.
With crossed spears and bashing on shields!
With whipped fervour and impetuous rage!
With uncontrollable unconscious uninhibited!
With audacious actions of high powered regret!
I will not hear of stern words said against the tea.
For I live for tea, Clem, and thee!
I am writing this to you
Even though you feel poo
To let you know
And try to show
You are loved
Soon you will feel better
So read carefully every letter
You might not feel it now
But I promise you somehow
You are loved
Bad times don’t last forever
Hold tight, never say never
Together we can get through
Me, you, and cats too
You are loved
It’s ok to feel bad
Or had, mad, or sad
With hope we can see
A bright future to be
And remember you are loved
Laying in bed a forsaken fleeting feeling lingers
A heavy humid dread sitting on my chest
The weight of an extinguished wheeze
Pain from a thousand unwanted thoughts
The tick of a clockwork existential death threat
A days worth of bottled rage bubbling up from my gut
Parallels with processes of wrong uns
An unwanted empathy for the worst of the worst
Alone at night in the dark with nothing but a million voices
Carrying all kinds of criticism and conflicting neurosis
Nothing to calm the nerves but the falling rain
But even the most burdensome troubles can get washed away
Fighting is difficult
The system is rigged
The children are vulnerable
They climb a never ending mountain
To grasp at stars always out of reach
Endless paperwork
The trust don’t have faith
The kids are at risk
Set up to fail on their journey
Some destined to fall through the gaps
This fight is more than a video game, it’s life
Living in the soil is a little worm
Breaking up the earth for roots to grip
The sun beats down on all the leaves
The rain helps give the plants life
Growing plants is therapeutic
Sometimes you get nice crisp apples
It is useful to get support to grow
As a plant and as a person
That is why Kelsey is helping me write
To catalogue and process mental growth
I am grateful for all the help I’ve received
To become who I want to be
I am not a worm I feel like a plant in the soil
I just need help sending down my roots
Inevitable, he will stop at nothing
Killer of legacies, destroyer of lineage
The gift our mothers gave us will expire
Resistance is futile
He arrives peacefully in your sleep
An end to the experience
A creator of ghostly memories
But what is a memory when there is no one to remember it?
He stalks our every second of existence
Ready to pounce on a moments misfortune
Roots always reach downwards
To keep us fed until is time for terror from above
He is a faithful companion
Agile, like swift retribution
Not always fair
To him it is sport
Those in control amplify his effects
The ever diminishing resources
Fire erupts in his steadfast gaze
Like his heat that will consume us all