After years of meandering about doing various unfulfilling jobs, a bit of eco-activism, a degree in geography, travelling round Britain and lots of hanging out playing guitar and drinking with friends, living in a squat working as a co-director of a successful workers co-op.
Some of the stuff that I posted here was written when I was living up a tree (In a little tree-house) on a protest site. It is pretty naive and quite influenced by alcohol and the amazing people I was working with, some of whom I miss loads.
The later stuff is by contrast a lot less idealistic and probably more negative, but still fairly cosmically(! ?) inclined.
I generally write this stuff just to get it out of my head and some of it makes a lot more sense years afterward when I can see it as a more basic snapshot of how I was feeling at the time with all the imagery stripped away.
My latest poems are consciously about relationships and friends with the occasional lunge at religion, politics and big business.
I don't think I'm a poet any more than anyone else in the world so please take these writings as what they are. Reflections of my character at particular points in time. Nothing more.
I walk towards the fire and sing
Of summers gone and distant spring
Of lands of gold and places new.
I still love you.
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I sweat in the blazing sun
So as to keep cool,
That I may offer you shade.
Even though our love disappears as a mirage.
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Hope lies dead on the red carpet -
Fame has claimed it's sacrifice and
It's not a pretty sight.
Right place at the right time
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Feel that energy that courses
Through our bodies
Whenever our spirit divorces us
From the grim realities -
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Layer upon layer of narratives
Tripping switches to new levels
Sickened and reeling with realization.
We are at the centre of it all.
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