Sunday, 26 June 2016

Fool's Gold

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There were miners
Scrapping against walls
Those screens had more ore
But they never found some.

These forehead torch goons
Risked limb, pushed limits
sadly they always left empty
bats they became to riches.

Like these valiant paupers
my sight is lost at its worst
to the elusive lucre called love
Don't ask me why.

Sunday, 12 June 2016

Trouble Clef

My tips blistered today
as the song begun once more.
On these flat fifty strings
my fingers struggled to strum to.

The measure seemed too wide,
too rich to wrap my head around.
Steady hands didn't help
as the refrain reached me.

My platelets were helpless
as the gush streamed on.
My blood turned tear-salty
whilst my knees rebuked the scurge.

Saturday, 4 June 2016


What a love.
I have not deserved a nano of this.
Countless times, many moments
my love has failed
But not this one.

This love sought me
even when I didn't seek after it.
What a compelling yearn
to rescue those like me
a yesteryear shipwrecked soul.

This love made me.
My downsitting, it is privy to.
It has searched me and known me.
Endless love, search me some more
till I'm without guile.