Flowers

A poem from 1986

I’d give you money

but you wouldn’t want it

you don’t like money

shall I buy you flowers for your birthday

I think that you might appreciate that

what else do you want for your birthday

if I asked you’d say NOTHING

so what am I to do

when I’m so in fatuated with you

Half of Me

A poem from 2018

You only ever see half of me
So what about the half you never see?

Do you judge me like the cover of a book?
Do you want to take a closer look?

Will you like me, will you not?
Don't settle for part of me, take the lot

Self Portrait (The Van Gogh Trilogy 3)

A poem from 2018

View a picture of a Van Gogh Self Portrait but clicking here

I preached about my Lord, to no effect

Descent into disillusionment

I joined city friends, led into flesh delights

Descent into debauchery

I fought hallucinations, cut off the high priest’s ear

Descent into madness

Siesta (The Van Gogh Trilogy 2)

A poem from 2018

This link will take you to a picture of the painting this is inspired by

There's nothing new under the sun

That hot sun, burning us to sleep

A hard day leading to a dozy day

We lay down our tools for a while

This is what we do every day

This is what we do to survive

Life is hard and work is hard

We work and sleep and eat and love

We hide in the shadows

It's just you and me against the world

We would dream of freedom

If only we knew what freedom was

The Starry Night (The Van Gogh Trilogy 1)

A poem from 2018

Click here to see a picture of the painting, The Starry Night

Night is supposed to be calm

Behind the calm stars explode

Waiting to be found in centuries to come

God's hidden secrets

Waiting to be revealed to mankind

A sharing of His joy

My face is calm

I do not smile

It betrays the turbulence within

An explosion in my brain

A disaster waiting to happen

This is my secret

We do not see the stars

Too much artificial light

Too cosy indoors

Too much TV

Too much entranced by tiny screens

Too much we look down

We miss God's joy

Paralysis

A poem from 2018

When will the terrors of this night end?

Countless parallel universes trap me in fear

I soon realise this isn’t reality but struggle to escape

I feel my real body in between the scary episodes

It’s only a dream, it’s only a dream, it’s only a dream

Unloving Crimes

A poem from 1986

dashed my head against a rock

and boredom flew out through the crack

in the skull

take away my personality

and you are left with nothing

throw me into the sea

and see what I care

if I fear tomorrow

then what can I do today

to make any sense of these tortured thoughts

kiss my mind

and you may find that evil spirits will fly

into the hell that they deserve

where will you go

if I throw you away

why do I care about your destiny

do I care or am I an unloving crime

dressed in human skin

stupid people being insensitive to me

me, to you

you, to me

in this deep façade which I call economy

and lust. Selfishness

is making me violent

try not to tip the balance

or you will regret the confusion that follows me

into the second hollow sound of raining in my heart

dash me to pieces please

maybe then you will be happy

The Next Generation

A poem from 2018 (with audio)

A man

A fiery man

A man with a vision

A man strides forth

This man travels the world

This man builds an empire

This man motivates

This man grows old

This man hands over his fortune

Another man

This man receives the fortune

The vision doesn't fade

This man devises plans but

The fortune dwindles

The empire crumbles

This man carries on regardless

This man can't stop the rot

No-one can oppose him

The Death Of Me

A poem from 2018

You are stupid

You'll always be

You will be the death of me

You are useless

You'll always be

You will be the death of me

You are a failure

You'll always be

You will be the death of me

You are nothing

You'll never be

Anything but the death of me

Fairy

A poem from 2018

A fairy just flew over my garden!

On its way to wreak havoc

Dandelion seeds

Turbulence

A poem from 2018

Turbulent weather patterns
We've all seen the film
We've all watched the news

Give me a hug
Reassure me
Tax me a bit more

Gravadlax

A poem from 2018

I spent my life swimming

Swimming against the tide

Jumping to get higher

Closer to the heavens

I was spied on by enemies

Enemies seeking to entrap me

They were no match for me

So I jumped into their net

They sent me to the slaughter

Slaughter one for the good of many

My bones were not broken

I sacrificed my life

Three days and three nights wrapped

Wrapped and becoming sweeter

Purified from the sins of the world

I was not resting

I have been cured

I am the cure

My body whole

My body sliced

Take and eat