Dryad

In a winter forest I heard a song
It came resonating through all the trees
A song that could impress, astound and tease
I walked on, the sound guiding me along

The song led me to a thicket small
And a woman the likes I’ve never seen
Her flesh was smooth and coloured pale green
Her eyes blazed, her hair a black waterfall

She moved like her feet never touched the ground
And with her voice dead planets grew into bloom
Flowers emitted the scent of perfume
Of her pure voice, new life grew to the sound

I didn’t speak a word for I felt it wrong
I sat and I listened to the dryad’s song


16th March 2015

My Wife is the Written Word

My wife is my most constant companion
To turn away from her would be a crime
My wife worries when I don’t spare the time
She knows I’ve ideas to fill a canyon

My wife is someone worth doing right by
The fact that she’s never left me is proof
My wife is the voice of reason and truth
She’s the one to whom I can never lie

My wife’s the voice that wants me to succeed
She knows when I’m happy, angry or blue
My wife speaks of imagination true
And she’s the only one I’ll ever need

Of a true queen, my wife wears a gold crown
And in return I’ll never let her down


Completed 17th November 2014

Roaring Twenties

Making real money for the first time
Studying at the university
Turning a passion into a degree
Welcome freedom – to not will be a crime

Meeting up with friends; Jump into the car
Eat pizza, drink beer, watch TV all night
Saving up money for a car that’s right
Go for a driver’s license to go far

Traveling around - so many things to see
Moving out of home into your own place
Finding for the first time a warm embrace
Deciding what you really want to be

Now’s the time: So don’t muck it like a dunce
Because you only get to do it once


6th October 2014

Payday

 My bank account has swelled greatly today
Just in time: I was through with being broke
But the drought is over; I have my pay
And with it my freedom I shall evoke
With this cash, I’ll get myself out of debt
I’ll go on ebay and a spending spree
I’ll buy tickets for a trip on a jet
For I finally have time to spend on me
I can meet my friends for drinks at the bar
I can purchase food for another week
I can now put petrol into my car
I can indulge in a life lot less bleak

The day ends: Goodbye to being wealthy
Hello to thirteen days of misery


29th September 2014

Man on a Park Bench

On a bench in the park sits an aged man
Looking wise; traveled; no more than fifty
Wearing a blue and white shirt with pants tan
Looking of experience and weary

Clearly he’s led a long life. Where’s he been?
What stories can he tell? Is he alone?
Does he have friends? What wonders has he seen?
And where is he going? Has he a home?

He looks up to the sky, his eyes seeking
But the evening looms: Soon it will be dark
He ascends from the bench with joints creaking
Leaning on his cane he departs the park

With a stride purposeful and colossal
He heads across the street to a brothel


22nd September 2014

Car Stereo

Welcome to my car. Welcome to my turf
Just go with it for you don’t get a say
Am I in control, Nowhere else on earth
And I determine what music will play
I play what I like. What I don’t I skip
Doesn’t matter if you like it or not
So don’t complain or give me any lip
No voice, Being a passenger you’ve got
I don’t care how long a song’s length may take
This is called tolerance so suck it up
The journey torturous. So does it make
I’m in the boss chair and won’t give it up

So I drive alone with a CD new
I just wish someone else would like it too


15th September 2014

An ode to Ico

Favorite game? Ico. On the PS2
No joke: you’ve heard exactly what I’ve said
Not for me Portal, Halo and Wow too

No, give me a lad with horns on his head
Who meets a princess in a big fortress
Who can open doors and make black shapes dead

Both doomed to die: A fate to readdress
So an escape Ico and Yorda plan
Hand in hand through the castle they progress

Contending with: puzzles, solved as they can
And bashing, with a wood stick, black shadows
And, worse of all, Yorda’s attention span

Under bloom lightening the game flows
Showing Legend of Zelda how it’s done
Along with a loneliness this game knows

Oh Ico, you poor selling ball of fun
Father of Shadow of the Colossus
Now on the PS3 for everyone
Ico: Who does so much more with so less
Who proudly passes the ‘game as art’ test
And a real tear jerker I must confess

Yes, my favorite game’s Ico. It’s the best!
Mood, emotion: There’s nothing quite like it.
Even though it’s one big long escort quest


25th July 2014