Passed through in the night

I stroll through life without a purpose, surviving every storm, the rain falls almost everyday, it’s  to seem the norm

If the sun does not show itself soon, then.......

I’ll be gone. 

Not even knowing. 

Siblings

Brother grown down, rocked to and fro’, forever fornicating with a guitar string low, brass section of trumpeted blues, impressing the world with the musical news, should have seen him wearing wide brogue shoes.

Brother lost or never found, superiority earned at a distant sound, worry often of the impetuous fiend, some are worthy, some are deemed, ridiculous situation or so it seems, mostly swims like a trout, right direction, wrong stream.

Sister warm, the comforting kind, sometimes astute, sometimes blind, a caring nature will die for a cause, neglects herself as nature calls, angry in retaliation for being a fool, hurt real easy yet stronger than all, loving sister to everyone and all.

Sister burdened by feelings of grief, intelligence of a martyr, clever as a chief, artistic hand shows a beauty in the heart, quick with humour, early to start, never had time to finish what could have been, wondrous places where she should have been.

......~**

‘Tis a bitter storm that changes                    
colour to black, quick                                
ere the moment twists our fate  
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick. 

Black Dog Watching

A black dog attacked today,
no reason or rhyme,
bad timing to a fragile mind,
this morning started fine,
then unexpectedly clawing a person down,
dragging away fragments of happiness,
replacing a naturally warm face with a frown
gasping for air with a tightened grip,
an eventuality of leaving a host blind.

gnarling sharp teeth,
biting as it chews,
within an analytically sensory brain,
eating it as if a delicious feed,      
sucking out the soul,
a presence of darkness,                          
with no hope left at all,
peering gradually beyond sight
one can often catch a glimpse of it behind,          
lurking on the wall.

Plastic Seas

Fragments of plastic everywhere, US of A, Europe, also here, stacks of bottles in all colours bound, take a peek,  every service station shelf and shop, look all around, you’ll be surprised how much plastic can be found.

Frustrated, in despair, I emailed a local MP, to receive some positive action only to find she gave a kind, sorry reaction, too much profit in plastic sleeves, I must admit I feel somewhat aggrieved, it is becoming hard to believe.

Can anything be done to heal the glum for every Girl, Boy, Dad or Mum?, plastic rules the waves, I hear, have no fear, my dear, there is a plastic reef deep in the sea, within it all types of Marine entity.

Waste of non-Banksy art on display, we can go to see it one day, just visit the beach anywhere in the uk, see fragments of plastic shopping bags within the waves, Clownfish breeding in a plastic anemone, Yellowfin Tuna ‘POP’ up dead, covered in oil from fin to head.

Word from Patricio :- governments and those in a position to make changes must act now!.'Everyone can do something to make a difference however, like refusing supermarket vegetables wrapped in plastic, carrying shopping in paper bags instead of plastic, cutting down on pre-packed meals.

Whoever you are, have a think today!

what difference could you make?

 

A million insignificant changes to lifestyles or changes of things one can buy, Becomes significant without a try. 

Chemical imbalance

A loathsome, inconspicuous, depersonalised fool, with what purpose does one have to live, at all?. 

Perturbed in mind, thinks so deep, simplisticly requiring a long peaceful sleep. 

Frequently concerned with troublesome news, biased self harm alas inconsistent views.

Voices heard are voices dead, clearly thinking without a clear head, arguing with self is an easy win, deny the wrong, and refuse to sin. 

Pause for a week in Nottingham

Faster world, modern Living, lots more music, much less singing, cybercrime rising, thefts decline, see that old rusty bicycle of mine.

Opium is a cure for the addiction of coke, water drinking as a vodka joke, rainbow cloud a wonderful gleam, ever so hard the workers seem.

Rivers run fast through every vein, vicar says “when will I see you again?”, has anyone here seen the gas in the main?, awkwardly having a fuck in the rain

Mortality revisits morality, a little bite to the neck will do, sister dear “wipe the slate clean”, this type of stuff is hardly here, seen. as night passes it begins to get cold, another young victim, will never grow old, how could she have been so bold, never try to ever be told.

Slice deeper  with a sharpened knife, patience for a week, see the gas rise, go ahead, have a fracking good time, for a crude dollar each, I will claim you as mine. Increase erroneous action then confess erotic mime, “not today dear, I haven’t the time.