Lately, I’ve been hanging around with a lot of fellow Pagans. Some questions have entered my brain, and I haven’t asked them yet, mostly because I’d like to get them sorted in my head first, so here goes. I’ll start off with me. I wear and use a lot of na...
There was a man,a man with a can.A man with a can and a plan.This man, he collected money,this man, he collected smiles,but deep inside him was fear.Fear of rejection,fear of death,fear of not living to see his daughter again.He collected cash,sold his po...
Another day, more work.Tiredness looms around the corner,yet I do my duty. People buzz around,coming and going. Everyone has their own agenda,their own mission. Mine? To write poems. Data entry just fills a dull hole,but stories and poemsfill my soul. I w...
My mind is blank,As I write this verse,though it would be,I'm in a hearse.I was pushed in a stank*,and left to rot,and when I was found,I was covered in trot.A terrible woehas befallen me,and I don't think anyone will come. Not even family.I float around...
I bought a guitar on Friday. This is no ordinary, straight out-of-the-box, ready to play thing. Nope, it’s knackered. I bought a knackered guitar? Why the buggeration? Well, because I wanted the challenge of fixing it up. It has no electronics, no bridge,...
I inspired myself. It was so weird, looking at a forum topic, named “what’s your passion?” And being inspired by it. Well, I shall tell you my passion: Shaving. I know it doesn’t seem like it, when my face is all fuzzy, but I do enjoy a good shave. Usuall...
Die!A bloody battlecry.Kill!A deathly command.Swords clash,sinew, bone, heads shattered,death for the sake of land.Ceasefire!Nobody listens.An eternal battle blazes on.Millions of men, women, children.Dead.No hope for an ending,no thought to how it began....
Over the years, I’ve been asked by quite a few people how to meditate. Each time I mention that I meditate, I’m bound to be asked how to do it. I’ll tell you how I, personally, meditate. Bear in mind, that my way will differ from other people’s. This is n...
The Lady of Absolution...She tastes pink.That familiar burn is there,the way it goes through me.There's a gentleness to this one,delicate, though strong. She deceives youinto thinking she's innocent. My Lady, you're far from innocent!You make me feel far...
Those nights when you just want to sleep. In this instance, I can't because I don't want to miss my alarm, so can't seem to sleep deeply enough. So I've picked up my phone, and started writing about it. It's thoughtless and stupid. I've no idea if this th...
Imagine how funny it would be if a woman called Jaffa, married a man with the surname Cake. I have a problem with that. Not because it might be misconstrued as racist, because that’s just stupid. It’s just a name! No, what I do have a problem with, is tha...
I slapped a man, he slapped me back,I don't know why; it was out of whack.He then asked me "got any smack?"So to him, I said "only got crack."I'm in a jail cell now,should have realised he was a cop,I'm such a silly cow,and now the judge, his gavel he wil...
"You got what for my mother?""A vibrator.""Why?""She was complaining about her sore feet.""So you bought her a vibrator?""I was trying to help!"The wife chased her husband out of the house. He ran until he lost her, then made his way back home, once he wa...
I fucking hate my poetry. I love it, too. It's so bloody banal. It has been said that poetry reveals what is in your heart... Or was ir your soul? Whatever. My heart must be filled with weird, comic, lovely, shite. It has also been said that poetry is so...
Oh, Vodka!How I pine for thee.For a man with no money,cannot drink his Lady!I miss your burn,your delicate palate,that crack as the bottle opens.I miss the intoxicating aroma,and the weight of the glass.It always starts the same:I wash my glass,then pour...
