When you stand at the foot of the cross Consider this An innocent man is convicted And tortured to death He wasn’t the first And won’t be the last His execution is political Protecting the status quo Because fulfilment of prophecy Gets people excited And it’s all nonsense, right? Nobody really works miracles No matter…
Event horizons and sticky thoughts
Endlessly circling the point of no return Conjure up happy thoughts Sunshine and flowers But bad times stick, glue-like To the night hours Sleep time is sleepless time As dark fears call to you Staring at the black hole Gaping wide to welcome you You pass the event horizon And spiral in Forever
Winter kill
There’s beauty in white The stillness of a silent night A frozen landscape where savage snow Falls gently, spreading wings in a loving embrace Wind-chill murders in quick time While chilly death promises eternal rest Winter wonderland’s glacial show Hides deceptive drowsy warmth Before final sleep
Autumn, in the evening
The lamps are lit Reflecting autumnal gold Up from the sheen of the wet path It’s still raining lightly And I’m glad of my umbrella As I walk under the trees It’s cold, and getting colder And it’ll be good to be home Anticipating warm soup, thick with vegetables Fresh, crusty bread And maybe sweet…
My warrior
Backed into a corner with no way out On your knees and in despair He comes Not like a movie hero Wearing cool clothes and cracking one-liners Not in a blaze of magic or a hail of bullets None of that nonsense But still, He comes And before you know it You’re walking out of…
After the storm
When the rain’s stopped pouring out its misery And the wind’s stopped having a tantrum When the black clouds have slouched sulkily away With thunder grumbling in their wake When the sun smiles And the birds, tentative Sing a new song It’s time to start the clean up There’s a hell of a mess Garden’s…
Riddle of the stars
If you go out Night after night And if you get comfortable Settle in for a long stay If you look up At a clear night sky And see the innumerable stars Cool and twinkling in pristine space And if you are very, very patient Could you, do you think Connect all the dots And…
The Edge
Living on the edge Beneath my feet A great lake stretches away Pristine glass To grassy slopes, rising, slowly rising Hills of green and gold And further still the blue and grey Of distant mountains The soft lap of water at my doorstep The slow creak of a boat moored nearby Wind whispers over the…
St Maggies
What do you call a hospital That doesn’t have any doctors? Where patients are tended After a fashion By disenchanted nurses Where the senile and confused Wander unattended through the rooms Of the sick and injured Wailing their confusion To their own detriment and the distress of the rest What do you call a hospital…
Home Improvements
For a broken heart, call the plumber It’s just a pump, surely It should be a simple matter to straighten out Tighten a few bolts Seal the leaks Flush out the blockages There! Good as new Anxiety? IT department Brain computer giving random pop-ups? Have you turned it off and back on again? No…
