Tag: poetry
It’s hard to contemplate
For Hayden – 11th November 1996
I realised today just how precious you are
I knew it before, but today I felt it so deeply
It touched me in a space I never knew existed
Thank you for bringing this out of me
A poem is born
Influence – 7th January 1996
Small things of influence
Always in your mind’s eye
The pen, the paper
The reader, the writer
Finding it harder to lie
Touched by anything
It seemed like nothing at all
The force, so gentle
Expanded so far
Until you heard it’s call
The City Of The Dead – 6th December 1995
On the back of the city they ride
The demons attack from each side
Despair weaves its path
Through the warmest of hearts
Eating away at your very soul
Cold wings flutter about your face
Can you feel it?
Greed winds its way in
Through the thickest of skin
Til everyone is touched
And the big sell is a rollercoaster ride
Straight to hell
We’re all part of it
Death lurks each street
Searching for souls to eat
With a big wide grin across its ugly face
Along with despair
To lay good men bare
Have you had a taste?
Disease runs riot
When people lie quiet
Its foul stench forcing you to wretch
Can you taste it?
Madness takes a grip
Follows your every trip
Through the torture and torment of lies
The cries are of woe
As we watch people flow
Down and down into demise
Real Discipline – 19th October 1995
I wanted this to be the real thing
I wanted it to finally be the real discipline
The discipline
That I had been so well preparing myself for
I needed something to be real
I saw all things
I saw all people around me
Falling apart
Caving in
I needed the discipline
I asked myself how long
I was going to live this lie
How long was I going to let myself down
And blame someone else
Finally, I kicked through the wall
It was like a junky
Busting through the scar tissue
That keeps him from hitting
It was like slashing through the womb
With your teeth
Lies make me weak
It’s the lies that are killing me
The lack of discipline
I was killing myself and I didn’t even see it
I couldn’t even feel it
The dead painless days are over
10th Aug 2024 – I’m guessing that I had been reading a lot of Henry Rollins around this time and was struggling a little bit.
(Unfinished) Tragedy – 26th August 1995
Everyone’s life is tinged with tragedy
There’s no escape if you are alive
It comes in all different forms and faces
And the challenge is more than to survive
To face this fact with head held high
Continue forward, always striving
13th Oct 2024 – Not sure why this never got finished but what’s interesting about these words is that I knew then, the right way to live and be content but it still took me another 10-20 years to figure things out! Maybe I just wasn’t getting enough practice at the time.
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