A Reverie

The idea is rather simple –
that everything that’s good
is given in equal measure
to each person in the world

No more loneliness or hunger,
no danger or despair
No unjust deprivation
when so many have no cares

Ah, but cynic that I am
and man always being man,
As I live and breathe today,
I know greed will always stand

Whether nature or by nurture
(a demon’s whisper in the head?),
A heart is rarely satisfied
with what it has in hand

And the arrogant will believe
they deserve more than their brother,
though basic needs are few
and excess means only trouble

The dream is but a reverie
Evolution is but a joke
Our progress has not been real, in the end
it’s merely tightened the yoke.


The Love I Seek

You sit before me
not a word is said

I gaze into your eyes
You gaze into mine

Primeval in intensity,
penetrating to the core

What was lost is found,
What was secret is revealed

That feared is now accepted
That denied, now embraced

Time ceases to exist,
the world fades to nothing

Waves of energy ebb and flow,
the eternal dance of death and creation

Our souls kiss .. ever .. so .. gently,
yet forming a bond that hell couldn’t destroy

Night falls,
Pegasus gallops across the sky

I gaze into your eyes,
you gaze into mine

You sit before me
Words have no meaning.


(A police officer was killed in the line of duty in my home town the other day. He had barely been on the force for a year.)

Lower the flags in honour
Bow your heads in prayer
I heard another hero died today
How much sorrow must we bear?

‘Justice will be served’ is bitter comfort
for the wife, the brother, the child
Let us never forget the courage
or the sacrifices made in their lives

The thin blue line stands strong
It may bend but will never fail
Tho’ each heart may bleed for the fallen,
it still steps forward to answer the call.

Shed a Tear

Shed a tear for the inner child
Who died giving bi­­rth to the man
Shed a tear for for­gotten dreams
That withered as ti­­me moved on

Shed a tear for fami­­ly and friends
Alive now only in me­­mories,
Existing in faded pictures
On a fragile, crumb­­ling page

Shed a tear for an empty heart
That feels nothing but wasted life
Biding its time in sadness,
Waiting for its turn to die

Collect the tears in a paper cup
And pour them on the ground
May roses spring fr­­om the bitter drops
May new beauty soon abound.

Floating in a Vacuum

Floating in a vacuum
of anachronistic indifference
Fatally infected
with metastasistic cynicism

Blood coursing though my veins
is a disinterested shade of gray
Merely killing time
day by meaningless day

What future still remains
for a creation of the past,
swept asunder by history
and tides of relentless change?

State of disconnection,
absence of direction
Eyes can see, mind perceives
The heart is cold and still

What does it mean to want,
what does it mean to dream,
what does it mean to feel?
Where did life go?

Night Falls in Manchester

I kissed you goodbye,
watched you walk out the door
How was I to know
I wouldn’t kiss you anymore?

When we woke on that morning,
it was just another day
Never could I have dreamed
that you’d be stolen away

How is it the world doesn’t stop
when so many shattered hearts break?
Where are heaven’s angels
when the sky’s on fire with rage?

Darkness falls on Manchester
while the minions of Satan laugh
Does love still exist inside of man
or am I a fool to even ask?

Surely terror is the refuge of cowards
But to commit such a murderous act!
Where is heaven’s justice
to drive the demons back?

A city mourns in silence
Even the birds forget to sing
It seems there are no limits to evil
and the sadness it can bring

A river of tears is powerless
to wash away the pain
I’d give all my days but one
just to see you smile again.