Ode to ChildhoodI sit on the park bench and watch the world Pass by; pigeons coo and leaves fall. At that very moment time itself stood still. My mind wandered to my own world When a football knocked me back to reality. Children smiling, laughing, playing in the leaves, The air rained with browns, yellows and greens; I smiled and tried to think of the child in me.Ode to Childhood
Where did he go, the boy I once knew? Happy with skipping ropes and teddy bear, Laughed at silly things, without a care. Old age quells Youth, and I grew, and grew and grew. I loved so much back then – my father Pu
First Impressions of SheffieldWhere did this city’s pride go? With the steel and the coal I suppose. Long ago men had their pride here Providing for his darling family; Looked at soot caked hands, grimey shirt and sweaty face, Proud for they knew they worked. Yet now my path is obstructed by beggars, One forces a hand out and asks for twenty pence to ‘piss off’.First Impressions of Sheffield
Where did this city’s pride go? I see her glorious ancient buildings Built in that proud Victorian Age. But these buildings are derelict from neglect. The council summons them to be gilded over, Plaster the past, erect modern buil
Amor IntellectualisThis poet requests Aengus' clemency. Long I have dreamt of better times in the future, Yet not knowing true love I am truly poorer. Please find it in your heart, grant me leniency.Amor Intellectualis
Too often my forked tongue gets the better of me, For the mind's eye is blind to that concept, A lover's touch, a lover's kiss I have not felt; I give to you my friend my heart-felt apology.
When poets cannot describe feeling, nor thought, When artists no longer strive to paint perfection, When the philosopher's thoughts hold no reflection, Then the arcane ways of man are reduced to nau
Two Dreamsi The Children of Lir call me, How I long for their childish play. No. I've grown and must go away. They call to set me free.Two Dreams
ii I dream and yearn to revisit the sacred wood, But the Dagda and Morrigu have taken it for their own. To kiss the lips of Boann Would take the evil from me and make me good.
An Identity UnwantedLike a mixed race child suffering white guilt, Wonder with whom I identify with. I'm an "occupier" to my home land. Those who were here before my blood line were Displaced, and despise us ever since then. To fault such hatred would be falsity. They do not want me deeming myself them. To celebrate the sick sights of my line Fills me with bile, my heritage sickens Me; It is used as a sick device of theAn Identity Unwanted
Segregation that prevents me knowing Who I am. A dual identity Is a political anomaly; But in ones heart can one truly be both? Loved by neither and loving them
In A BedTwo topless poets lying in a bed, Empty coarseness and all pretence shed. Giggling at the stupidity of last night, Chortling “I’m the next T.S. Eliot” For thirteen minutes they thought of the future. Without each other would they be poorer? Consolidated in the morning they Agreed that their connection would stay. Talk moved onto reminiscing, And territorial pissings. The past two years had been all theirs The past four weeks had been much more. Closest before They are but torn.In A Bed
Tis But True I HopeLife is really tough. No shit. Mostly I swear it is. Fuck you. Give me a fucking... Break? No.Tis But True I Hope
Should, will, will not I? Don't know. Speculation pains. Tell me. I do not want to. Screw that.
In love with a girl. Happy? In that respect yes. Other? Can't help it; to weak. Get strong.
It lies thereDon't worry, we're quite sure it's quite dead. It's my love for you malicously raped. It limped, gasping for breath after the first Blow. It was then stabbed in the chest: insults. It's last breath spent being dragged through gauze glass. Kicking down calling for re-inforcements. As it lay there dead, with fresh wounds bleeding, Ignored and forgotten to die alone. You left; created a pale shadow. It has not got the strength of my former. Your's will die quickly. Mines lives on: memory. From it sprang another life: creation. Hatred: seeks to avenge that which is lost. &nbsIt lies there
Off to Uni
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if absolute power corrupts absolutely, and god is 'all powerful' then is god absolutely corrupted?
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