Introduction

Though I am not an eloquent person, I have always loved the rhyming word of poetry and I have my moments of creativity in this subject matter. I tend to write from emotion, sometimes from experiences and often tell stories of quite simply what is on my mind. Not necessarily writing for anyone in particular, most of the time just writing thoughts. I have been asked to write poems for other people and some are included in this collection. Read, don't read, the choice is yours... and so is your opinion.

Free to share poetry

All of my writing is registered with copyrights, however I am happy to waiver this for my poetry section and should anyone wish to use my work for song lyrics or share on the internet, all I ask is that credit is given to my name by means of common courtesy, thanks. There are certainly reasons behind what I write and I am sure that over time I shall add explanations to accompany each piece and if possible I shall add some imagery too. If you wish to question any of my work, I shall be happy to respond.

Morning Comes

The nights gone again where to?
A cigarette, a cup of tea, not just one but two,
Time to think, to think of me,
Smell of outside food, another fag makes three,
Lucid dreams that I transmit,
So vivid and real, dam I know I lived it,
The sensation and the smell,
Familiar, I recognise, I just know so well,
Wire me up so that you see,
The second life, the other that lives in me,
I want to return, I need,
Where I eat feel breathe touch smell and bleed,


I dream a dream when I close my eyes, A life of normal lows and highs,
Yet the world's are real as you or me, All senses living purposefully,
It changes, rearranges, exchanges me in kind.
It ages, engages, turns the pages in my mind.


Burning sun and cold of night,
The graffiti on the wall is wet and brilliant white,
So don't wake me now I say,
I'm living just another normal reality dream day,
It's raining here I'm so wet,
Taste the drops lick my skin, the salt in the sweat,
Clean the car get in and drive,
Gum stuck to my shoe as I walk "Hi" friend high five,
Heat of coffee smell of smoke,
Do I know you, you mindless conversational bloke?
Phone music laying on grass,
Must get to work, cold of church stone, smell of brass,


I dream a dream when I close my eyes, A life of normal lows and highs,
Yet the world's are real as you or me, All senses living purposefully,
It changes, rearranges, exchanges me in kind.
It ages, engages, turns the pages in my mind.


Pop round not seen you all week,
Steam of breath on the window as we start to speak,
The grip and hold of your hips,
Angel soft passion pressing taste on scented lips,
It's so high up here you know,
Exhilaration, the view from far makes the blood flow,
Lick the finger turn the page,
Stray dog barking and losers shouting, pathetic rage,
Bless me, pass a tissue please,
Best get home get some sleep, dam where are my keys,
Every type of day I face,
Time for rest, oh shit I've woken up in the wrong place...

Poetry Titles:

Below are text links to each piece with their titles. Simply click to read... and hopefully enjoy and take some thought from the words.
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