I am not an actor in a play
I am not here purely to get paid
My reactions may be an overreaction
It’s cause I can’t be subtle
When the stakes are this high!
Category Archives: Life
Remembered
Grandmother
I remember you fondly
A memory I cling to
Clinched in the fist of a child
Time you always had for me
Until we were robbed of our time
But this memory I still have
And I cherish it
For all time
#Love
When I held your face in my hands
All the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place,
And in my mind’s eye,
I discovered that the meaning of life is,
Love.
The Song
Life is a song that tragedy beckons to an end,
The melody is the company that holds your hand when it does;
Children are your echo that history cannot deny.
Memories
Commit to memory
Everything you picked up in your trajectory
Don’t come down to land
Until you’ve done all that you can
As these are what you have
When your quieter days
Outnumber the hectic ones
#Mosh
Collect all of your happy
In one basket of merry
Drench it in port cherry
And plenty of alchy bevys
Neck it down in one
To make your mind swim
In a wad of sticky honey
Floating to the surface
With all the other intoxicated fishes
For this is a union of bliss,
An orgy for the masses,
Jumping in tandem in the mosh pit of life
To reach the ultimate group high
Then even out on the plateau
And steer each other gently on the decline
Bringing you back to reality
Without a hiccup
Rather than tripping,
While skipping steps,
On the spiral stairway down
‘Cause them be friends,
You’d do good to keep around
Love Foretold
We trade affection in a look,
It gently caresses and teases;
Infusing the very air that surrounds you,
With warmth and anticipation;
And mimics a single hand, tenderly caressing your cheek;
For this is the fledglings of love foretold,
And I am patiently waiting for you to catch up to me!
‘Flees’
Her one night stand called her a whore as she left in acrimony,
Her emotions see-sawed between indignity and anger,
That word however clung and sunk into her skin on the commute home,
Admitedly, she approached him like prey
‘Cause she wanted a lay,
And she fancied a bit of rough,
But did not want to leave her number with him to pretend it was anything more,
She was frank, forthright, upfront and graphic about her needs,
He fucked her like a whore and treated her like one too,
As she lay struggling to catch her breath post-coitus,
He called her a ‘passable fuck’ and flung a scrunched up £10 note at her to give to her ‘fella’ as a tip,
It dawned on her that while she was playing her part-
Like eating an exotic meal with chopsticks or bare hands just for the sheer thrill of it-
He was not;
Offended, she swung out,
He moved out of the path of the swing, whispered the word through a smirk, as he pushed her back onto the bed,
Before exiting the room laughing like a manic hyena;
Now, she’s showered half a dozen times,
Scrubbed herself near raw,
Yet…she can’t seem to shake the unclean feeling that’s settled in;
She called a trusted friend seeking comfort,
The friend, listened intently, and replied,
‘When you sleep with dogs hun,’
‘Don’t be surprised if you wake up with flees!’
Black Russian Sips
Betrayal,
It’s only the ones you know about,
I ran a train through our bedroom, while you were out working to pay the bills,
Is it still sadistic, if I only get a kick out of hurting you?
You don’t want to think about how it got this way,
You played your part in it,
And, yes, I did mine, too;
You must have known I wasn’t the faithful type,
You enjoyed the thrills that came with that tag,
Can’t be too surprised to find some drawbacks too;
The truth is:
You’d forgive me again, if you just let yourself,
So, just take a sip of this Black Russian,
And, start forgetting anew;
You’ve played the oblivious, dipsy wife this far,
You can keep playing it;
Baby, if you want me,
I’m afraid you’re gonna have to.