The sky fell

Temperate disease, iradical power

Alters delightfull to bitter and sour

the question on humanity’s lips

‘where were you, when it fell’ 

A moment of peace or peaceful desire

Left in a quandary, impeccable choir

The sky so vivid with burning colour

momentarily blind, an explosion of fire

Crows lay around with a deathly hope

remaining carcass, immovable scrub soap

all is well, yet there’s darkness inside

contradicting action, posthumously hide

The largest flower most beautiful bloom

brings the finality far too soon

crest of dust, mighty throne

peaceful surge, though not for long

Ineluctable darkness in the glorious sun

shrouded in a cloak of what’s to come

some will simply wonder why

was it a message from heaven or hell? 

others will never forget when the sky fell.

If I were King

Talk the talk 

Fight the fight

If I were king

I bloody well might

Silent reminder

a long queue of traffic at temporary lights 

rain briskly falling on the windscreen 

swish a swish the wipers sweep

drowning out the buzz I keep

clattering a pitter patter

screeching rubber thudding stop

hoot from the car behind 

waking from the trance, I hop

noise returning, no escape

the sound at night, a wee awake

deep loss of joy is my pay and stake

Spring awake

Enlightenment of spring, 

burst into early existence reaching for a peek at the sky 

fragility of a slim stalk begging why?

a beautiful hue of yellow trumpeted fragility 

singularly is sparsely weak

in mass a chorus doth speak

Fitting in

If I have to be a conformist it’s with a rebellious ache

fitting in, within the line, 

I feel an eruption and a quake

denying freedom beguiles in me, 

a catastrophic shake

nightmares are so frightening 

yet even worse, while I am awake

Red Rose

I begged for a rose with scent so sweet

Planting it young beneath my feet

then watched it grow the flower red

It was joined by its sister in the small rose bed

on and on the bed grew fast 

with many colours that were set to last

but you see the crash then petrol burn

upon my field of roses grown

I pulled you from the burning wreck 

then cursed the lord 

you had broke your neck

Our true love just could not last

One red rose left, I placed in a vase

On your coffin lid made from glass.

Starry night

A starry night, a wonder in sight

not to be seen clearly in the city 

it bleaches out the wonder that is space 

Without a thought we leave our trace

It is such a damn pity, selfish and gritty 

Walking the streets within my town

I look around mainly looking down

whitish spots across the pavements 

Mr Blobby’s raining gravements 

hard stick gum, lazy ravers

When we’re visited by an alien race 

will we see the laughs upon their face

then leave earth quickly, as fast as they came

go back home to never return again

disgusted sick,  for what they see

Leaving a review of a backward creed

Burying litter for the future

poisonous mass from an open suture

toxic fumes, a disgraceful mess

In a thousand years, we will be gone

leave them a present, help them digress

A starry eve what a place to be

on a clear night, look up and see

A twinkle of diamonds feeling free,

where would you go hypothetically ?