Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Dear John, I want to tell the truth, about my hidden story,
Throughout our marriage, I have always voted Tory.
I’m sorry, if you’re upset, but I had to hide the fact,
Does my confession annul our marriage contract?

I know I said I loved you, and your socialist ideas,
And if you ever left me, I’d cry rivers with my tears.
Alas, I have to put me first, as we Tory voters speak,
I’m tired of your voice, your proletariat critique.

Stars have brightness but are so far
Yet help us know who we are

They invite us to expand our mind
And help us interpret what we find

Stars are part of our everyday life
That serve a beacons amidst our strife

They help us wonder about creation
And the things that cause appreciation

Far above our planet earth
They allow us some momentary mirth

We place our wishes upon our stars
In hopes we can remove our scars

Yet we also view the stars above
To offer thanks to those we love

A honey-coloured cottage with a roof made of red tiles,
The door is painted yellow, it gives passers-by welcome smiles.
The path is old and worn out, its character complete,
A field across the road is where the farmer grows his wheat.

The cars they drive past slowly, to enjoy the view,
And the horses come to speak to me as horses often do.
The clouds touch the landscape at the edge of the scene,
And when it’s good and hot the air smells lush and verdant green.

I live alone in a dark cave

The only place I feel safe

When I feel the sadness

I hear an echo of madness

Drew an etching of you on the wall

So you would be there when I fall

I cry every night; I cannot sleep

The water it is getting so deep

I try to flee the shadows there

All they ever do is just stare

They do not care what happens to me

They only see what they want to see

I will just stay where I stead

With the echo of madness in my head

I bought a happy hoodie
With colours bright and bold
It was a treat a proper goodie
Now that time has made me old

I normally hide behind the black
And shy from luminosity
But I fear there is no going back
The whole world has become adversity

This simple garment made me smile
I guess I have found another chance
To lift my soul and all the while
Wear a Jacobs coat whilst I dance

You’re my reservoir of all the things
I promised you
And couldn’t do
My little source of rotten hope
You overflow
With all we’ve had
To undergo
And all the shame
Of such an ineffective love
As mine
To run you dry

You fade Desert Rose, as they cast you away
Close to the premise of hard lead and clay
The iron-clasp grip the Sun wields over rain
Chase for days, the dust on swollen skin, you decay

Petal by petal, you’re blown against sands
Through harshest of sources, you burrow each strand
Scraping with parched, shrivelled fingers, they cramp
Left moulded in place in this hell-scape-like land

you sit alone,
in your room.
And no one sees it,
It only grows,
I know my family's history, I know how this goes
And I can't help but wonder,
If I did something wrong?
did I not hold you close, or long enough?
Was I,
Not strong enough?
How do I fix this?
How do I stop it?
The dance that the both of us go through,
Round and round and round,
One day fine,
Next bleeding
Round and round again,
Never ending, Never receding
My blade, cuts in to dance,
Oh fine silver,

When the tough get tired
And the strong feel weak
When the tears won't stop
And the heart's misfired

Downward spiral
From archangels to enemies
One by one, we fall into the abyss
And hearts missed a beat