Poetry

This will be an infrequently updated page.  I am not a good poet.  I have written two poems which I am proud of.  I have lost one of these.  Sad times.

In the mean time here is a random, and the other one.

Brands

You went and bought a Primark top.
You always wanted Christian Dior.
But you didn’t know if you’d ever afford it.
And you could get the Primark now.
And it sort of fits.

The Cure

Write about it, oh that’s a fine thing, yes!
Uncover years of laborious burial,
Dig deep furrows into carefully built
Scars.  No!  There will be no true healing:
No ending of pain, and so no revealing!
Relive the pain, is it really so simple?
Or do you hate me, to make me Prometheus?
Fine, stab me then, bitch, right to the hilt!

“Acknowledge, accept, relive” and relight.
I could walk through fire, I could try, I might.
Anything to end it, I’ll ‘talk it’ all night,
But the battle’s not won if the enemy’s alright.
“Free your mind, open up”- ­Open Pandora:
There’s no hope for me, there’s a dent in my aura.