Poetry of an Ignorant Fool

This is a collection of poems I have written spanning a few years. Most are emotionally fueled and naive but I hope that some of them may bring a smile to an otherwise grey day. Even better, I hope that you might actually like some of them. 

Sunken Heart (26.03.14)

My body is corrupted.

My mind subservient to the evil wretch inside.

Clawing at my self,

On the edge of responsibility, given this sentence.

If I am to die by the hand of others,

Let it not be by the infection of you.

I am already imprisoned. 

My own world. 

 My own four walls. 

  My body. 

And now my soul.

Burning bridges made, 

Let me be rid of you. 

The Sun (16.01.14)

The Sun.
Burning low against the horizon.
Twelve o'clock
Twelve degrees.
What warmth!
What warmth?
Negative is the air,
Clear the skies,
For the Sun to make way,
For the moon.
As night begins as the day starts.
In the city that I am calling,
My home.

The Other Ourselves (15.01.14)

Who are we to question?

Is it our right, do we think?

Our arrogance, ignorance.
Our petulance; we petty race
of men.
Questioning the order,
Needed but not for us,
We petty race of men.
To our other side, oursleves.
Two halves a whole,
Our better half part of the
Darkness.
Due to we petty race
of men.
They are not shrouded by
night. As it lights the way
for the Sun.
We petty race of men.
Proceed from our first side.


My Land

I heard your voice in the dark.

Although loud and strong, it whispered to me.You brought me from the depths of hell and torture,I rose to the sound of the wind whirling And of snow whitening the features of my land.The bitter cold felt so natural, Compared to the stench of rotting flesh of which I was caged.My kind eyes searched for those of the warrior who save me;


I asked of his land.Of his home.Of his heart.

Maybe, we are more alike than first thought.Believing in freedom.To roam free of this world.

I wandered the forests.The moon like the Sun, shining through the trees of my land.

My land, taken from me.With the fire of Gods,The thunder that Thor's hammer blows.

That is the corruption of my land, that foreign Gods can reign my skies.I searched with my cool breath,For the free will of my mind,My soul.
And to find the love I always had with my land.

Get Going

The time has come,

To get going.

Tighten the laces, 

Your adrenaline flowing. 

You gotta race to run, 

So put yourself through the paces. 

Bring it on. 

Pain is temporary. 

Next time you look, 

I’ll be gone.

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So first year is over. 

Don’t worry though ‘cause I made friends, 

no foes. 

Leaving the bubble, 

Wollaton’s does left behind.

My room a shell. 

Our world a ghost town. 

Back at home, 

But only for a time, 

Before a mountain I shall climb. 

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Sitting in my grime, 

The day from before

Gone but lingering.

My body yesterday’s

Despite being today’s. 

I am the past, 

Whilst being the present. 

No future

But the riddance of the past. 

And the aspect prospect that tomorrow 

Will be the same. 

Return

A return from the Smoke.

The roads of the city. 

A track along the country, 

The sun rising and making it rather pretty. 

From a tiring few nights,

Under a shelter’s roof

And the Sky of the capital.

It’s time to face the truth. 

The internet is inviting. 

Revision is boring. 

But burning a hole in my back whilst at it.

Space

Sitting in my grime, 

The day from before

Gone but lingering.

My body yesterday’s

Despite being today’s. 

I am the past, 

Whilst being the present. 

No future

But the riddance of the past. 

And the aspect prospect that tomorrow 

Will be the same. 

Home

A month to pass

A month to write

A month to make my cravings last. 

Work to do

Work to do 

Work that will help see me through

Not long until

Not long at all

Not long for my jaunt up a rather big hill

Time to train

Time to fight

Time to build up my body for the impending strain.

Goodnight

When your world changes, and you write the pages. 

May it be of fantasy, not evil to see.

Full of ecstasy, your conscious to be.

It may be but a dream, you know that you’re asleep.

But what’s better than waking up and re-imagining those wonderful feats?

The Climb

Down south I will go, 

Down further than I have ever been. 

Down to the highest point, 

Down to somewhere I have never seen. 

A peak to climb,

A peak to reach. 

A peek of the world, 

A peak to raise Two, Six Fifty each. 

Africa. 

Africa is where I will go.

Africa the land of humanity. 

Africa, a continent I shall owe.

For I am climbing a mountain. 

For a charity that is close to my heart. 

For the purpose of living my life,

For the hope to give children a new start. 

Please help me with my cause, 

Please help me, do not pause.

A small donation will go far, 

A small donation will make you a star.

A small donation to help those afar. 

The Tautonomic Sick Rose

O Rose thou art a Rose,

The invisible worm is invisible,

That flies in the night at night,

In the howling storm that howls.

Has Found out thy bed, is a bed,

Of crimson joy of crimsonness,

And this dark secret love, which is secret and dark,

Does they life destroy, thy life destroy.

(A re-interpretation of William Blake’s ‘The Sick Rose’)

I am Invisible to the Ocean

Invisibility is great. 

When you don’t want to be seen.

But when all you want is for 

A life to step into yours.

Once more.

How will they find you?

When they look straight through you.

Washing over you.

As if you never existed. 

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The heat of the sun,

Crisp air and the pounding of feet.

60 troops march on DC.

Meeting Lincoln and Luther,

Washington and Jefferson.

Towards the Capitol we head.

By one man we are lead. 

25^th of February 2012

And the waiting game ends. 

No tears, 

Yet sadness all around. 

A father consoled by his son. 

We will work on our fears. 

But right now,

Death no longer pretends.

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When did hate become currency?

Do unto others

So corruption runs free. 

Our backs

A main target for sharp tongues. 

Gone are golden days.

Welcome to the dark ages,

Blackened are our portraits.

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Maybe it will be the 

Death

of me. 

My poetry and mind. 

But by the light I see

Light. 

Clarity. So

Death

Overcome me.

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Peach skin. 

Soft.

Smooth. 

Unknowing succulence,

Hidden within.

Maybe a bite into 

Something new. 

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With my words I write

The moon will be my guidance.

Its light a glow on a river of dreams.

As words written become words spoken.

An embrace with a friend of Alice.

Begins the stopping of time

That will tick by too quickly.

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A creamy coffee

Luxurious and svelte. 

But it is no match

To your sweet skin.

That melts

In the mouth.

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Look at my eyes.

Deep blue seas

Mixing with the green

Of yours. 

Turquoise the colour

Of our dreams. 

As red the heat

Colours our white canvas. 

Lost in the blink of an eye. 

Regained at each opening.

Train with a Caboose

Juice. 

Now for the noose. 

Watched by a moose

And pecked by a goose. 

No getting loose. 

From my truce,

With death’s spruce.

Cultivated by Zeus

To torment me like a cat with Dr. Seuss. 

Mind. Wall. Mess

Speak on the phone and twist my mind.

Like a gun to the head,

Brain just gone dead.

Stuff on repeat.

Stuff on repeat.

Treat myself to a sleep.

With fishes in my space,

A cold white look on my face.

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Dark nights. 

Long flights.

Through chocolate drops

And candyfloss crops.

Strawberry rivers flow

Whilst the wild sassafrass grow.

Time to go to sleep

And wake up with a leap.

Everything in Absence

Regardless of love.

Regardless of life.

I’ll go my own way,

When dead is the dove.

And the tranquility of our nothing,

Becomes a silent scream.

Our words not heard

But still felt when seen. 

Pain is surrounding. 

And my heart is pounding. 

I wish it were not so,

That waves could crush.

As the infinite zeroes and ones,

Have lost the trust.

For dead is the dove.

My love.

Gone is the tranquility of our nothing.

That held our absolute everything.

An Apologetic Hope

Sweet dreams my dear.

Let your imagination unfold. 

Let the winds of silver

Line your soul. 

Let great mountains bow at your feet.

And nations hear your voice as you speak.

Feel as light as the feather,

Of your chosen bird.

Let it be gold or blue 

Or the colour of heather. 

Let pain be washed away,

And white beaches return. 

So that your dreams can be sweet.

My dear.

Oxymoron Skittle

My outer shell is as sweet as a button. 

But it’s what’s on the inside that counts.

And no one wants to know such lack of fun. 

Misinformed Pussy Cat

The cat sits upon her throne, 

And stares at all she surveys.

Queen of Big Room Land.

Her glare as you abuse her space.

And her de-throning as you sit down.

And collapse in your home. 

An Evening Crane

Walking down a lane with the mist hanging low,

Orange street lights at midnight glow.

A giant beast’s arm looms in space.

The sound I hear,

The echoes found at my feet.

Looking up expecting to see a face of metal

But the darkness is what I meet. 

Walking home through town

You can’t help but think. 

Just why such quiet, 

Is so beautiful, an eye’s feast. 

This is Not a Reason

I am something people don’t want. 

I am a guy who holds no hate.

A guy who loves each one,

With all I can give. 

But I am ‘too good’. 

Too nice.

So when friends tell me that,

I am everything a person could want. 

I point them to the fact that, alone

I am something people don’t want.

Questions

Walking around the empty corridors. 

This cold house which is my home. 

Trying to point out the flaws,

So that I can escape from the unknown. 

What day will bring my reality?

My realisation of insanity.

Wandering around the empty streets.

This cold town I call my own.

Strangers I know that give me the creeps,

To get out of this place I should have flown. 

When will consciousness be clear?

At the point where I find my fear?

Staring at questions unanswered.

Whether on paper or engraved in my mind.

Dark feelings pondered and uttered,

At what point will my cloud be lined?

The Gap

Distance. 

Always seems to be a huge gap. 

Why can’t it be,

Just this once. 

That instead of trying to find you on a map. 

I can find you right here, 

Holding my hand in your lap.

Transcendent Power

With a hardened heart and a sorry soul. Where do we walk now? From this land of old.

To pastures new or rivers of gold? Which new land, in our hands, will we mould?

Leaves to fall from lofty trees.

Blossom to bring fire in memory of those who leave. 

We can not stand strong, stubborn and yet scared. 

We must be strong. Transcend and be prepared.

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You think I’m a fool.

That I can’t see through

Your vague explanations.

That I can’t know

If I can’t see.

I know you my friend.

And I know you’ve deceived me.

Is stretching the truth our new currency?

I never knew you could be so cruel.

Immortality is a State of Mind

My jaws are aching from not being able to say,

I love you. Like no other.

Come what may I will give you my heart.

Through confusion and turmoil

Sadness and hurt. Love 

Never dies

So we will be eternal 

At least, in my eyes.

A Square is for...

A triangle for strength.

A circle for ever.

A square for…

What is a square’s purpose in life?

Poor little square. 

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I want to write.

Something.

Profound.

Intelligent.

Interesting.

Something that would make you fall in love with me.

What a fool am I? 

Oh a Night Like This

Oh how the moon glows. 

A mirror to the Sun. 

As we stare in awe

At its beautiful power.

With love that grows.

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Oh how the moon glows. 

A mirror to the Sun. 

As we stare in awe

At its beautiful power.

With love that grows.

Where do you run?

In an underwater world, Plugged with gold. Walls of white. A finite universe. As my last breath unfurls.

Tonight I watched the sky. Looking for myself. Instead I found colour and rejoiced that I was lost.

Hold Your Ground

Drape yourself with the colours of the rainbow.

Let your clothes be the thousand words

That struggle to flow, when love is all you see.

Eyes clouded and limbs aching to go forwards,

But your heart telling you not to flee. 

Hold your ground my friend.

Love is not a fashion or trend.

Possessed by a Thought

A cliff at Brixham

To the deep turquoise below, luring

My mind to jump and begin falling.

Like Icarus without wings,

but like a lion without fear.

I don’t wish to die.

But feel the wind through my hair

And freedom to be found from something other than a tear.

Ode of a Scallop

Squirts.

Sneezes.

Scallops addressing seaweed with cute little wheezes. 

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Where love is found should not be questioned.

Let your eyes take hold of all beauty it encounters

and to not be afraid of being alone

as love will fight for you, all on its own. 

It will fight for your strength and give you it

It will fight for your mind and let thoughts be true

Do not question where love is found

Because love need not answer any doubt.

Time

The tides of time wash over my skin.

Hands passing hands as sand runs fast.

How long to wait for freedom from this space.

Where sky meets earth instead of 

ceiling…floor. 

Obligated by knowledge to listen to streams

of words from mouths that scream. 

We are the people wasting away in time.

If I close my eyes will this world be mine?