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Small cup of quiet

Somewhere a bird sings

And I’ve found a small cup of quiet

Going to drink it

Slow wake up call to my soul

Pages written and now it’s not

Affectation knowing it will walk a

Path into the world

Lover asleep

Walk the dog

Things to do

Used to resent it

But I’m working on

Contemplating how

There’s pleasure in the smallest things

The thought, a biscuit,

Goes well with the quiet

Enjoy them both

Before the day begins,

If you don’t know, my book Until She Sings is out now in paperback and ebook.

Ebook:

Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Lights In The Sky

Before they launch,

We would

Find one another

In the dark

Suspended in amber

Amidst a throng of witnesses

As they whispered

Hopes

Fears

There are lights in the sky

But in the end

If it were too dark to read

I would just want to look

At you

For the

First

Last

Time

The look in my eyes

Time enough

A kiss

To say one another’s names

Then they are

Here

My book Until She Sings is out now

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Hideous Talks

They happen,

Tentative in so much as they’re heralded

By pockets of cautious silence

Not the same as confessions to lovers,

More a sense of testing the brotherhood

You’ve grown to appreciate

There are things us men,

Won’t tell you,

No matter how often you ask,

Because you cannot know

Nor take the Burden from us,

And we are, for the most part,

Adapted to it,

But I’m open to sharing

The idea of how we all sit with

Monsters in the dungeons of

Ourselves and they weren’t always

So

Beasts

If anything

But now, some women are openly sexual but take umbrage when sexualized

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without a way towards letting

So here we are

Having these hideous talks

About how to breathe with the desire

Without being destroyed by it

Because we talk about how you can do that now,

And you’ll never actually hurt the one who made you feel that way,

But someone else will do, for some of you,

And some of us, too.

We have these hideous talks

About love But not la la di da

More like avalanches

Animal attack videos online

Kind of love.

And how the fuck we survive it all

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Hideous Talks

They happen,

Tentative in so much as they’re heralded

By pockets of cautious silence

Not the same as confessions to lovers,

More a sense of testing the brotherhood

You’ve grown to appreciate

There are things us men,

Won’t tell you,

No matter how often you ask,

Because you cannot know

Nor take the Burden from us,

And we are, for the most part,

Adapted to it,

But I’m open to sharing

The idea of how we all sit with

Monsters in the dungeons of

Ourselves and they weren’t always

So

Beasts

If anything

But now, some women are openly sexual but take umbrage when sexualized

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without a way towards letting

So here we are

Having these hideous talks

About how to breathe with the desire

Without being destroyed by it

Because we talk about how you can do that now,

And you’ll never actually hurt the one who made you feel that way,

But someone else will do, for some of you,

And some of us, too.

We have these hideous talks

About love But not la la di da

More like avalanches

Animal attack videos online

Kind of love.

And how the fuck we survive it all

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Autumnal colours

The chill bites

Bristling with fur

Grit in my eyes

Sometimes the damp shine

Of tears

Ghosts of old wounds

Healed and acute

This is the path

The mourning sun

Kisses me and the wind whispers

Through woods where monsters walk

And I, in my time, have been one,

Faithless and fated,

The dog draws maps with his nose,

And yet there is a peace found

To replace the pieces missing,

Time enough to do it all,

Time enough in nothing,

So much energy spent in avoiding the

Burden of performance

And better spent bearing it now,

Let me tell you,

How I shudder with pleasure

For the endless possibilities

And the fight to come

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Autumnal colours

The chill bites

Bristling with fur

Grit in my eyes

Sometimes the damp shine

Of tears

Ghosts of old wounds

Healed and acute

This is the path

The mourning sun

Kisses me and the wind whispers

Through woods where monsters walk

And I, in my time, have been one,

Faithless and fated,

The dog draws maps with his nose,

And yet there is a peace found

To replace the pieces missing,

Time enough to do it all,

Time enough in nothing,

So much energy spent in avoiding the

Burden of performance

And better spent bearing it now,

Let me tell you,

How I shudder with pleasure

For the endless possibilities

And the fight to come

 

 

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Hermit

What lived here,Sometimes I am prone to envy,Of those who slip away,Give up, lay down and scrabbleBecause failure cuts deep,And you can sustain an infinite amountOf wounds without dying,Here, a place visited,As much a church to meAs any library,But I’ve survived the worst combinations of love and hate,And listen to me,You can too, because there’s a savage,quiet joyin advancing your position,Because the world knocks me off myFeet and I get up,Because I know what a bastard I can be,And those parts of me,They don’t offer sympathy,So much competition,So little reward,But I’m the product of a million year’s evolution,And as much as I love the woods,There are more stages now,And as a bastard in remission,I enter into the fray,Offer my art and soul,Heart and sole,Offered that I’ve been an asshole, tooBut I’m working onBeing destroyed by itReturning, scarred but smiling,And a squirrel climbs a treeGood omensFor the week ahead,Home now,Light and warmth,Smiles which compel me towards the end of the seasonAmbitions and empires no shelterCouldEverContain.My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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