Autobiography

OFF MY CHEST

OFF MY CHEST It is off My chest Stress Worry and Anxiety Feel light Heavy weight Lifted OFF MY CHEST Happy and Content Oh! Liberation Independence Did not know Can be attained

Farewell To A Founded Love.(real life)

My heart was cracking now its eventually broke My world has vanished and turned into smoke Iv nothing left with nothing to do One day i hope my dreams will come true

Feels like freedom tonight

Silver birch leaves together like coins, as we fly past on the night sky, riding on the wind speeding up, higher chasing to catch the sunset. Wind, we wrap up to be close to you,

Old Blues

I am homeless so homeless: there is no city no neighborhood on this earth no familiar faces anywhere that say to my soul: "this is home" And I am hungry so hungry!, in my own house

The Ability to be Late Again

It’s so hard to be one of those people who’s late all the time If there was capital punishment for poor punctuality Then death would surely fit my crime.

Through the streets I wandered...

through the streets, i could see old Korea everywhere, they were all there the old servants, the old yang-bans, they were there, Korea was a land of the spirits... the will was there
Cherry

Diving head first in a world of constraint random rebellion. (DHF for short)

it was like that moment in a dream you only have twice in your life, the one where you suddenly realise that it's all a dream and the laws of physics don't apply.

Storm

Cradling PG-Lapsang Souchong Staring through the sash window Up from glossy print cottages In a shoplifted 'Country Life' Lightning slits the Surrey skies And thunders over the hospital
Cherry

Dream Recollection.

Last night I dreamed I had to escort a kangaroo wearing a head scarf on the London Underground.

Ambition

A response to: “We’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars…” – Oscar Wilde. The Gutter was real, but Stars were my muse;

From My London Album

This is based on a photograph I took many years ago, when I lived in London. You'll have to imagine the picture for yourselves! I believe the colonnade is no longer open to the public.
Poem of the week

Silent Road

We stared at a puddle in the road The frozen surface a coffin lid Not a cloud in the empty sky It was as if the day had hid Sapped of colour beneath the branches

Wednesday Afternoons

The day your skin became softer We'd found fire instead of heat And beautifully on that encounter The only thing ticking was heartbeat. The day your kiss became smoother

OId Photographs

The sky opens upon a thousand photographs a tiny river of time, dusty spreading into an ocean of existence. Reflected in the river in its sparkle a patchwork of moments

New Strangers

We sit like bookends Avoiding stare The haunting tick of the clock Rings like bad tinnitus. Frozen in fear or humiliation New strangers in this world. Silently bound by past

Everything Is Always Never Perfect

Everything Is Always Never Perfect I woke up in the morning sun Felt its wholesome yellowish warmth Track paths of light across the duvet- Something dripped onto my crumpled pillow.

Swing

Used to go to playparks On a grey day Skip through the barley-sugar gate Headlong into bright adventure. Pirate, mermaid, jungle explorer, even a grown-up- "I can be anyone I want to be...."

Dad, it's me (I.P.)

(Edit 19.04.2010) "All the world's a stage, and one man, in his time, plays many parts..."

Life or Death in the Granvue Apartments

It's April but outside there's snow, part of the odd weather we're having wherever in this world one may go I've muscle and head-ache even though my lips are numb from pain meds
Cherry

Body

A description about love, anxiety and the vulnerability of us humans.

Non-identifying Relative Causes

I'm writing to clarify a usually unacknowledged but much abused point of grammar, Not discuss an ex-girlfriend, That/which, In indeterminate clauses, which is acceptable after a comma,

attack of the bi-polar bear

I wake up at noon but only half-way, it feels like soon my hair will be gray but I'm only 27 and though my body is beat, I don't buy heaven and don't yet lie in defeat

A Poem About People

Grieving for a friend, missing another, working with one other and loving a lover.

Fridge Fingers

resist the urge to open that door to scoff your face until your lips go sore think of others they also need to eat but when your around theres not even a treat

Dancing in the kitchen

Mama, I remember gripping your thumbs, carefully, as we go, side to side, step by step, tile by tile, note by note, you start to sing; 'No dancing in the kitchen! No! We're not

Well This Has Been A Productive Three Months! 2nd APRIL 2010

As the title suggests its been a good first quarter for me and for the band. CRIMINAL SUICIDE LTD's first album - SINS OF EVERY KIND - is coming out soon - provisional release date is 1st May 2010.

Tender

At 19 the world was so vibrant and rich And now at 25 – ah why give a damn? The tarnish is best sort of stout a remedy rich with sorrow you chug-belly you gave

Forgive me Lord

for nights of debauchery in spring fever i was o'ertaken by lust wanting nothing more than the momentary fix screaming out my soul in the electronic night,

Ghosting

Discarding the named books upon the desk I stare out at the littered figures on the field Then slumping down upon the swivel chair I spin And squint straight at the ghosting on the board

Lost in Traffic

Why is life sometimes so crazy? So many thoughts buzzing... sometimes we have to slow down, find the 'you' you are. Find your 'I am', by slowing the traffic of your mind
Cherry

Summer Kings

I remember it well... ;)

Columbus

Nature, red...

I'm a Ragtime Millionare

All you little eople take your hat off to me
Cherry

Standing army

Inspiration point 31.3.10
Cherry

a regrettable experience

Prozac pills scattered across the floor, discarded like the innocence. Snatched away too many times, and tonight I’m as guilty as the men that do it to her.

Seasoned Promises

Sleet and heavy snow here...did I eat a poison apple or something?
Cherry

Disinfect and Dust

In the war against germs and dust, there are always winners and losers.

I am not allowed to tell anyone

The click-click of the banjo Picks you out, all quiff And large thumbs. My fingers are tiny Shingling against your chin Picking out the ways Of my will We go and see Louis
Poem of the week

Dyssomnia on the Cross

Today, done up like a kipper, forgiveness belongs elsewhere. From his vantage point he sees a range of yellow hills - the vistas of lost childhood - the city walls and scrubland beyond.

The Only Way?

Is it better to turn the spotlight off or wait for it to leave?

"CROCODILE TEARS" Did You Know (True.)

"It cries crocodile tears Not sure if true! When! There is so much one can do." "A water drought He lays there lifeless! Are we like that! in the sun get burn't up

An angel in hell.

‘We’ll run.’ Momma whispered in my ear. ‘You and me, we’ll leave.’ Her words were like silk against my skin. ‘I promise.’ Momma sealed the deal with those two words.

Daily Routine

I wake up in the morning, And put on my face. The one that's going to get me through another day. Have a shower, Eating breakfast, Brush my teeth, Drink some tea,

loss 2

Yes woe is me! Yes woe is me!
Cherry

January 12th

This shadow, multiplying mother after mother, is where my daughter labours in her own time her face a pale distance from mine. She rocks, gripping my hand tight so the rings hurt,

PAIN

Pain Constant pain Not quite physical A mental pain An invisible wound. Constant pain My life is ruled by it Its tendrils ensnare me Its power engulfs me At times it overwhelms me.
Cherry

Clayton

About an old chicken coop that occupies a place in my backyard. It's almost like a member of the family at this point.
Cherry

What I didn't want

What I didn't want to say to you is that to me, love is like when all the 5,000 pieces of you scatter and land like paving slabs. What I didnt want to say to you, is that to me

(no title)

so your life is like a book getting judged by your cover people hide what they think just like a secret lover smothered with kisses until your eyes are about to pop loving every moment

Things are looking up

Got a great gig in Tunbridge Wells at the Forum.

My Heavy Heart

With a heavy heart, I apologise to the creature I resented for so long. It wasn’t the gargoyle clawing its way up my spine I should have been more weary of, but the angel holding my hand.

Hatred Keeps You Toasty Warm

Sorry, but she DOES deserve it... ;)

A tree worthy of heart strain

Rural ramble, that out-paced my natural pacemaker.

A Spring Dawn

Yesterday was warm the grass is quite green, and cherry blossoms are flowering in brilliant pinks and whites but this dawn the skies are gray and the wind packs a bite;

22st March 2009 - blog

My band, CRIMINAL SUICIDE LTD, have a gig coming up for the Syd Barrett charity on June 17th at the Forum, Tunbridge Wells. BE THERE! :P

A Day in the Virtual Life of an American Writer

First thing in the morning, I check my facebook, e-mail and a couple literary sites if I've written something that "speaks to me" : occasionally, I wake every hour