Poems

The Abstract
of me
is the
disjoin of
you

Worhol's
impressions...

Make war.
Not love.
Said the.
Erectile dysfunctional.
Lover.

if i have to be honest, realistic
in a man i focus on his characteristic
not money. i have...

What is left now
except coloured pixels
Masquerading as images
Resting by clocks...

Lone working...
We are trained to
keep safe,
And recognise
strange behaviour...

Dark to light

White is blending of colours.
Black is absence of colours.
Spectrum of...

I knew right then exactly how she felt
Like a snowman I guess about to melt
She repeated it...

My daughter loves you and won't dump you like she should.
You are a drug dealer and that makes you...

Its sunday
My mind
My eyes are closed
First call
Its my grannie
Im up...

Joan of Arc
Spoke to Mark
Had a lark
In a park

Nine months went...

I kneel down and cry as I reach up and hold your hand, like the others I have shown respect for.

I...

Anxiously waiting for you
Thinking about your arrival
Makes my heart play tunes
...

THE PROBLEM I SEE WHY OUR MODERNDAY CHURCHES ARE UNABLE TO FUNCTION,
IS BY AND LARGE DUE TO THE FACT...

I lay myself down
on barren grounds,
untouched before
my eyes became aware
they...

Over there is my basket of despair, my names engraved in there.

Plenty of scratches from the times...

in the sky
she flutters
a butterfly
blue mixed with some other colours
and so...

Oh on a sunny day I went
To walk a distant hill
I saw the splendor in the grass
I saw...