Fan the fires of our hate
Fan the fires of our stalemate
Fan the fires of your desire
Fan the fires for your own fire
Fan the fires of our distress
Fan the fires over our mess
Fan the fires of your burning
Fan the fires so they are turning
Tag: poem
Space – 10th November 1986
Give me room
Give me space
To dig my tomb
In this place
Mindwrap – 9th November 1986
Spinal column shattering
Brain cells clattering
Mindwrap is flattering
Head is taking a battering
Fell into her mantrap
Wrapped in her mindwrap
Thirty Two – 8th December 1986
Now I’m twenty-one
What am I gonna do
When I’ve finished my fun
And I’m thirty-two?
Honest – 7th November 1986
I fell on a banana skin
It sent me delirious
My friend said
You can’t be serious
Honest guv, straight up and true
Now, would I lie to you?
Submitted to Writer’s Workshop Prompts – honest
Lard – 6th November 1986
Here comes the hard lad
He pretends he’s really bad
Smoking shit and drinking gin
Hey boy, where’ve you been
This world is built for losers
And beggars can’t be choosers
If you choose to beg at my feet
I’ll give you my fist to eat
There goes the hard lad
He makes me really sad
Forget – 5th November 1986
Try to forget it
Try not to regret it
Try to remember the happy times
Try to forget the bad lines
Try to remember what good you did
Try to forget what you hid
Try to remember to stay alive
Try to forget and try to survive
Monument – 4th November 1986
A monument of historic relevance
Archeologist boasting intelligence
Will someone dig me up in ten million years?
Will someone try to find my hopes and fears?
From the fossil I’ve become
A monument to no one
Garden Path – 3rd November 1986
Tread up
Led up
Fed up
Led on
Fed on
Bled on
Watch the grass grow
On the garden path
Something I’ll never know
Why you led me
Up, up, up, up…..
Crown Of Jewels – 2nd November 1986
Our monarchy
Our democracy
Our despondency
Our reality
Fuelled by fools
For a crown of jewels
1994ever 