The Unicorn

It stood,
A monument to chastity and honour,
A memory of a hope entombed with stone.
Grey and old,
Defaced by birds and man and time it stood.
A throwback to a different time,
Around which school children ate their lunches,
Drunks belched away their afternoons,
And no one ever looked to see,
Just what it was that shaded them.
Days came and went;
Then months,
Then years;
And still no one looked,
No one wept,
To see the humbling of their unicorn.
Just a place to steal a kiss,
Or maybe more;
On a dark summers night.
Always and forever.
Forgiving,
Almost forgotten but never forgetting.
Dance my unicorn,
Dance yourself to another universe,
On concrete hooves.

Just Sometimes

Just sometimes,
I wish I were something other than I am.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I were, a great big, hulking man.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I could show the world my strength.
Instead of keeping quiet,
Like a good girl.


Like a good girl.


Just sometimes
I wish I could....

Leave it alone!

If pixie dust was outlawed
And the mushroom circles tolled,
If garden gnomes were banished
And the fairies gardens sold,
If unicorns were bridled
And the hidden doorways barred,

If men like you could have your way
What else would you discard?

If banshees all were silenced
And the vampires laid on ice,
If werewolves claws were clipped down,
Would you really pay the price?

If all the magics of our land,
Could truly be confined,
If all the mysteries were lost
I'll tell all you'll find,

An empty place inside yourself
With nothing left to give,
So just you think on something else,
And let the wild things live.

Chop Chop

Don't......

Chop. Chop.

He can't see me can he?

No. No. Nonononononno. 

Why has it......

Door. 

Hide.

Small, smaller.

 Not small enough.

Stop please stop please stop. 

I won't tell.

Please.

I. (breathe, breathe)

Won't. (breathe, breathe)

Tell. (breathe)

Don't smile at me like that.

Chop.  

Chop. Chop.

No More..

I'm pretty good at being me,

I think the thoughts I've always done,

But nowadays those thoughts are stale,

And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that

Will. Not. Quit.

Take over more and more,

And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'

Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,

(The camel has long gone)

Now desperation's punching me,

It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 

The paths I know,

It's time to draw another map,

It's time to work towards my goals,

Escaping from this

'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,

For all the things I haven't done,

And put them in a box, behind me,

Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 

Pushing through the fear,

(That maybe I just can't succeed)

Has proved that I was just plain wrong,

And in the process

I am freed.

Spring

Outside,
In the crisp bright light,
The birds all stomp for worms,
Their crazy heads a'bobbin'
As they dance.

Purple patches of crocus
Pierce the brown ground,
Hinting of the rainbow blowouts
Soon to come,
When flowers will burst the air
With reds and yellows
And pinks and gold.

The brilliant red tip of a rosebud
Illumiates the barren branches
With a hint of beauty soon to come,
And daffodils glow in the sunlight.

In my garden
Life renews,
Light and hope and promises
Abound,
As joyful spring breathes
A warm breath across the land.
And even from inside,
I breathe it in.

Little Voice

'I don't want to be alone any more.'

It was such a little voice,

Lost into the enormous space that was...

 Everything else.

But all over the world,

The same thoughts were spoken,

ARE spoken;

Repeated

By hundreds,

Maybe thousands;

Maybe hundreds of thousands

Of lonely souls,

Over and over,

Filling the skies with their voices.

How is it that we don't hear such a cacophony?

Only sometimes we catch it,

Slithering across a desperate eye,

As dark as sadness.
Don't let them be alone.
Let's listen.

2012

Erm,

 2012 can I have a word,

I think you've missed the point,

YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE A BETTER YEAR,

What 2011 wasn't.

You're going to have to start again

If change don't happen quick,

So sort the weather out quick sharp

And where's my winning ticket?!!

Thank Goodness That's Over!

We're on the last few hours,
AT LAST!
Can't wait 'til midnight comes to pass,
To say
'Goodbye, and don't come back,
I've got that monkey off my back!'
The coming year,
Will be much better,
It can't be any worse,
I know this as I shake the moths
Out of my empty purse.
And fill it full of Hope and Joy,
And Wish and Want and Get,
Yes 2012 is coming,
And will be the best year yet!!

The Isolated Man

I am the Isolated Man,
Smothered by the empty air that fills my mouth,
Burning me as I move by.

I am the Isolated Man,
Ignored in public places;
Unseen again by the shining eyed hyena people.

Was I ever one of them?

My suit of sorrows wears me down,
The price to join them,
Too high.
Too high.

I am the Isolated Man,
Wheeling through the empty spaces.
There's still time to see me,
If you look,
If you dare.

Believe

Believe in the

Red, the red of blood,

Believe in the

Heart, the heart of love.

Believe in the

Lunacy of tingling bones,

Believe in the

Truth, that you are not alone.

Angels

She saw them.

Shining

Like stars.

Like angels.

Bringing light,

Bringing hope.

She shone,

Like the sun.

Reflecting 

Their light,

Little realising

They came to

Speak to 

The angel

Inside.

They saw her.

Cheese

D'you know,
The mouse thought finally,
I've had enough of cheese,
I'm going to change my diet
And I'll eat just what I please.

And scampering
Quite dangerously
Across the kitchen floor,
He dived head first
Into the bin
That stood beside the door.

Oh joy! Oh bliss!
What tastes he found
Such food should serve a king.
Not langulish rotting,
Just a bit,
In some black plastic bin.

He had to tell,
He had to share this bounty
With them all,
And soon the mice from all around
Came to his eager call.

But such nirvana could not last,
The humans saw to that,
And the last thing happy mouse saw,
Was the jaws of a smiling cat.

Avalanche

There's an avalanche of words,

They're building;

Backing up inside my head.

Inside this

Hormone soup of flesh,

This body, brain,

Half mental fed.

Neurotic neurons

Semi sluggish

Turning all my dreams 

To rubbish.

Confidence is

Serotonin,

Can't you hear my

Heart beat moaning?

And what was it

That organ said?

Who cares.

It argues

With my sanity

And leaves

My thoughts

Half dead.

Mirror Mirror by Spike Milligan

One of my all time favourites, I think the writing of Spike Milligan is very special. His War (and Peace) memoirs, were the first books that made my cry with laughter. I was about 14 at the time. The joy is, that there are always gems to discover, or re-discover.

I found this one today. Simply brilliant.

Mirror Mirror

A young spring-tender girl
Combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,
On her lips hung
A smile of dove-secret loveliness,
For only that morning had not
The blind boy said,
'You are beautiful'? 

Darkness

Are you one of those people 

That live in the dark,

With blinkers for eyelids,

Ignoring the sparks;

The lights and the beacons

That shine by the way,

Rather ploughing through darkness

With nothing to say.

You're a fool to yourself,

And to those that you pass,

Leaving naught in your wake,

Naught that stays,

Naught that lasts.

So please open your eyes

Find your feet, see the way,

Don't stay lost in the darkness

With nothing to say.

Real Life

I've had a rather stressful week,
In fact, it's rather been,
The kind of week I really wish
I'd never, ever seen.

If stress was made of matter
And could be both weighed and known,
It's bulk would fill the universe
Just that, and that alone.

But now I've put it all away,
I've sent it far behind,
So space at last is in my head
To find a better mind.

And surfing down this learning curve
The pressure starts to ease,
I only hope the universe
Is not inclined to tease!

Harlots and Heretics

'Understand me now!' she cried,
As in the ducking stool she writhed and twisted
And tore her skin on God's own rope.
For was HE not the one who put her there?
'I am no witch, I am no whore, God made me, I am his!'
But feeble words were drowned
As icy water clamped her head in vice like claws,
And salted wounds erupted around voiceless screams.

'My lungs explode,' she thought,
When once again clergy’s madman
Jerked her from deaths liquid grasp
To flounder in the noisy air.
They cursed her long and loud,
Her crime of living more sickening to them than any murder.

'I did nothing' she gasped,
As padre's fist closed her mouth forever.
'God, just let me die!' she prayed
As stars exploded in her mind;
But no such easy end awaited this fair maid.

They dragged her, silent,
From the witches chair,
With hating hands,
That introduced her to the cobbled street,
That broke her bones and bruised her skin
With stony hard indifference.
'Burn the witch' chant the children,
Infantile ignorance fed by prejudice and hate.

She hardly felt the snapping of her spirit
When her bloody eyes beheld the wood ahead.
Her funeral pyre, pointing to the brilliant sky,
The finger of the devil mocking God.
They tied her,
Pierced her feet with broken twigs
And lashed her shattered body,
To prevent escape.
Their feeble minds rejoiced to see
The greedy flames consume her flesh
And melt the curse she whispered with her dying breath.

'God loves you' she thought,
'Why then could he not love me,
When all I strove to do was save the child from death.'
'Her death is mine' she thought,
And wondered as they cut her down
Why pain no longer racked her form.

They tossed her, smouldering, onto a cart
And drove her to the place the roads did cross.
And there she watched with molten eyes
As eager hands removed the soil to make a pit that gaped like sin.

'What happens here?' she thought in fear,
'have they not had enough of me?'

But then they tossed her into soil
That tried to cool her smouldering flesh.
'She's dead!!' they cried,
'And now she lies at Satan's gate for him to use as she deserves!'

Cold earth embraces her from all sides.
All that remains,
A body rotten and decayed that holds a mind,
That weeps and cries and echoes on the night
'God save me, am I not one of your own?'

But there comes no reply,

Save the clicking of the devils tail as he advances.

A notion

It's only a notion
A spark in dark,
I can't help but wonder
Just where it will park?

For there's nothing to show
Where the process will end.
Just as long as it's clamp free
And calls me a friend!

All this wanting and waiting
Can drive you insane,
So I've cleared out the cobwebs
And hoovered my brain.

Now the notion has space
And a free reign to play,
And I'm hoping it's sunshine
Will brighten my day!

Dragon

I dreamt a dragon.

Drew him,

But my drawing wasn't close

To capturing

His beauty,

Rather hiding it the most.

But still,

I drew my dragon,

And I know that he'll survive.

I know 'cause he's my dragon,

And

By the devil in his eye!!