Narrative

We poets bestow
our gifts to the world, hoping
that they'll be warmly
welcomed, by...

Master of death
disguised in a lie
just waiting patiently
on me to die.

...

Who is that man with a car part on his head ?
I believe his name is Jack and certainly not Fred...

In the broken jaws
of night, urban guerillas
prowl these plagued streets in
growing...

I try to remain impartial in the poems that I write
This will be difficult to do after the horror...

I didn’t quite know just what to say
I knew that time would only wash my words away
so I...

The Radio in the Bar.
Lee.

It’s six o’clock says the radio,
On a breeze, the evening...

It's a big world out there to explore
Will not be seen behind a locked door
Hope it won't be...

These polarised tribes,
across varying platforms
of social media
never ever really...

The cost of living now will make it hard to survive
Be considered a luxury to get in a car...

Only those
who are always looking at the sky
would notice that today
the clouds pass...

I felt like being brave
I wanted to be like you
But everything went wrong
Quite...

Something concerns me and I'm not going to lie
What I wonder makes this young boy cry ?
He's...

To win you must prove.

that I disagree with as I believe what truth had to say.

Even if no...

High fives are better than low lifes, so let’s raise our hands fingers spread and display kindness today...

This is a fact and is most certainly very true
Everyone in life has knocks one must get through...

The sickness feeds me
Starves me, and feeds me again
A sickness that dresses me
Makes...