Unhappily Ever After

Stuck in single life. A wretched prison

My latest attempt to run has too blown

But I’m sick of wondering what I’m missing

It’s time to embrace what I’ve always known

So no more will I engage in the chase

No more will I miss out on something grand

No more will I try so hard to save face

No more will I hope for a lucky hand

No more being seen as some kind of threat

No more experiences to be shared

No more need for human touch left unmet

No more declarations that I’m not scared

Thus I embrace the single life: Rejoice

After all, it’s not like I have a choice

Coercion

I could help you with your dud social skills

But I‘d rather laugh at your lack of sex

I could understand your feelings complex

But the frail make for such easy kills

I could understand all your social needs

But I’d rather shame you for being you

I could ask for cooperation true

But I’d just demand it. See where that leads

I could find your help to be effective

But I'd rather embrace suspicion strong

I could tell you how what you did was wrong

But I’d rather you remain defective

It’s coercion by ridicule of course

So much better than coercion by force

12th August 2018

Critical Thinking

I’m here to tell you of thinking critical

I can tell ignorance won’t work for you

Tear down the walls of fiction for what’s true

Open your mind, see analytical

It’s time to do away with tradition

Charlatans and frauds are to be exposed

Ask yourself what isn’t being disclosed

And listen to the voice of suspicion

Reason and logic: Your friends in attack

Let the words of proof and clarity grow

Do not heed the words of the status quo

After all, they’re only holding you back

So stand up: Challenge everything you see

Just as long as it doesn’t include me

12th August 2018

Boys Will Be Boys

Look at him: he’s trying to get a wife

He sees the challenge. He’s ready to fight

He doesn’t want to lead a lonely life

Couldn’t get more pathetic, am I right?

He has a job, a car, a money pool

Because he was told to get them – such lies

Does he know desire’s not negotiable?

His pleas for help are met with vague replies

He can’t escape this prison, He’s stuck bad

He’s got to prove himself: no mistaking

He’ll do anything to stop feeling sad

But he’s just a rapist in the making

He’s on a futile quest, his prospects grim

It sure makes me happy that I’m not him

 5th August 2018

Beyond the Back Fence

There’s another world lying over there
Beyond the tall buildings, suburbs, highways
To tread; A place where only the brave dare
Where everything can vanish in the haze
It’s a place untouched by countless changes
A place where metal can only corrode
A place of scorched rock and mountain ranges
A place where there’s a single one way road
It’s where the sun beats downs relentlessly
As it’s always done for thousands of years
Where there’s sand as far as the eye can see
Waiting to prey on some long-repressed fears

And it will endure: This place of sand and rust
Even when the cities have turned to dust


1st June 2015

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