Right beside you with every step taken
No matter where you go it’s coming too
Don’t like it? Well there’s nothing you can do
Ignore? You can try but you’re mistaken
Each and every thing you do it will see
All the good, all the bad, every action
It will note words said, each interaction
But it won’t tell you where you need to be
It will see thieving, the times you’re untrue
The people you hurt, the cruel words you say
It won’t speak out but it won’t go away
Because all it wants is what’s best for you
Unseen, it will be with you everywhere
And when the darkness calls it will be there
9th September 2013
An archive of sonnet poetry collating two decades of material written by a nutter.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Man's Best Friend
Within the eyes love unconditional
A face that doesn’t deserve any harm
The hardest heart, a nature to disarm
A motivation unquestionable
A friend who will never leave you alone
Who will love you more than you love yourself
Greater than you’ll know; Providing a wealth
From day of birth it’s all it’s ever known
True definition of friend to the end
No matter where you go; will walk with you
And will go with everything that you do
You; and much very prepared to defend
Still your best friend when no one else will be
For it’s not a complete jerk that they see
A face that doesn’t deserve any harm
The hardest heart, a nature to disarm
A motivation unquestionable
A friend who will never leave you alone
Who will love you more than you love yourself
Greater than you’ll know; Providing a wealth
From day of birth it’s all it’s ever known
True definition of friend to the end
No matter where you go; will walk with you
And will go with everything that you do
You; and much very prepared to defend
Still your best friend when no one else will be
For it’s not a complete jerk that they see
Monday, August 26, 2013
Four Old Men
Four old men were working in an office
Still doing the same job five decades on
Working with numbers, profits and losses
But the conclusion is still one foregone
Four men still talk of plans they had coming
As the computers and desks grow dusty
The business continues to keep running
Riding on skills slowly getting rusty
Four men still greet each other come morning
Any hopes, ambitions have all decayed
Where once run is now reduced to crawling
So may as well keep going ‘til they fade
Four old men working for a goal long gone
As the rest of the world keeps moving on
26th August 2013
Still doing the same job five decades on
Working with numbers, profits and losses
But the conclusion is still one foregone
Four men still talk of plans they had coming
As the computers and desks grow dusty
The business continues to keep running
Riding on skills slowly getting rusty
Four men still greet each other come morning
Any hopes, ambitions have all decayed
Where once run is now reduced to crawling
So may as well keep going ‘til they fade
Four old men working for a goal long gone
As the rest of the world keeps moving on
26th August 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
Reaper Man
Sitting on park bench, watching the people
Watching the world pass behind pitch black shades
His hair grey and his face wracked by decades
He sits so still, not moving a muscle
He twirls the top of a cane in his hand
Says no words – as silent as a dead star
And boots that look like they’ve been travelling far
Seems unconcerned with what time may demand
Dressed entirely in blackest of leathers
Is he waiting for someone to walk by?
Somehow it maybe best not to ask why
Says no words for he’s the one who measures
Watching the people pass, he sits and waits
For its he himself that decides the fates
5th August 2013
Watching the world pass behind pitch black shades
His hair grey and his face wracked by decades
He sits so still, not moving a muscle
He twirls the top of a cane in his hand
Says no words – as silent as a dead star
And boots that look like they’ve been travelling far
Seems unconcerned with what time may demand
Dressed entirely in blackest of leathers
Is he waiting for someone to walk by?
Somehow it maybe best not to ask why
Says no words for he’s the one who measures
Watching the people pass, he sits and waits
For its he himself that decides the fates
5th August 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
God mightn’t love you but Science does
Science is your friend! It loves you so much!
It wants naught but only the best for you!
It don’t care about what you want to do
We’re just the puppets that dance to its touch
Your genes tell you how it’s going to be
They don’t care about what plans you have made
Don’t like the path that’s already been laid?
Well too bad: You’re stuck with it now buddy
You will also need a tribe to call home
You will hang around them and only them
Just don’t mingle – Everyone will condemn
Or you run the risk of being alone
But don’t complain: Science is a friend true
It wants naught but only the best for you
15th July 2013
It wants naught but only the best for you!
It don’t care about what you want to do
We’re just the puppets that dance to its touch
Your genes tell you how it’s going to be
They don’t care about what plans you have made
Don’t like the path that’s already been laid?
Well too bad: You’re stuck with it now buddy
You will also need a tribe to call home
You will hang around them and only them
Just don’t mingle – Everyone will condemn
Or you run the risk of being alone
But don’t complain: Science is a friend true
It wants naught but only the best for you
15th July 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Its only love
A sunset’s been painted across the sky
Together on the edge of a clear lake
With a picnic basket holding wine, cake
As a summer evening breeze drifts on by
Dressed in a white shirt and a waistcoat red
Whilst she’s wearing a dress of deep blue
Seeing a truth only we know is true
The chink of wine glasses chime with words said
Her hand rests on mine. Warm is the touch
Leaning in, her head resting on my shoulder
Feeling a bond stronger than a boulder
And love for each other that burns so much
Another prefect day ends spent with her
For an evening together I confer
Completed 8th July 2013
Together on the edge of a clear lake
With a picnic basket holding wine, cake
As a summer evening breeze drifts on by
Dressed in a white shirt and a waistcoat red
Whilst she’s wearing a dress of deep blue
Seeing a truth only we know is true
The chink of wine glasses chime with words said
Her hand rests on mine. Warm is the touch
Leaning in, her head resting on my shoulder
Feeling a bond stronger than a boulder
And love for each other that burns so much
Another prefect day ends spent with her
For an evening together I confer
Completed 8th July 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
Death of a Dream
Today's the day the dream cracked wide open
Just stand there and watch it collapse and burn
The endpoint of years spent fighting, hoping
Trade it for an irrevocable turn
Why did it go wrong? You were doing well
Could say there’ll be next time but it’s not true
Walked like a giant. Devastatingly fell
And the world’s been warped into something new
What do you do when the world has fallen?
What do you do when there’s nothing to clasp?
Has destiny decreed to stop calling?
When the victory slipped and fell from grasp?
There anything left worthy to obtain?
Is it worth starting all over again?
1st July 2013
Just stand there and watch it collapse and burn
The endpoint of years spent fighting, hoping
Trade it for an irrevocable turn
Why did it go wrong? You were doing well
Could say there’ll be next time but it’s not true
Walked like a giant. Devastatingly fell
And the world’s been warped into something new
What do you do when the world has fallen?
What do you do when there’s nothing to clasp?
Has destiny decreed to stop calling?
When the victory slipped and fell from grasp?
There anything left worthy to obtain?
Is it worth starting all over again?
1st July 2013
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