Conditional. Conditioned.

Freedom (supposed) in all things
The crux of what is truly wanted
The nature of this human desire
to look away from that….from them….which cause discomfort
Lock up truth in tall towers

Though this freedom be the desire
There’s much to be said
For the futility of imprisoning those
Already locked inside their own heads

This city .

Sneakily snaking within my veins

Weighing my losses favourably against my gains

In the dead of night she screams my name

No sleep will I get

But this is London

And I’m not dead yet

The time is now.

The time is now
The sun has risen
The dawn has broken
Night has turned her other cheek
She blankets the other half in her darkness
You have been blessed, once more, to see the sky
To take in that breath, to open those eyes
What will you do with this day?
For tomorrow is never a promise
A “maybe” (at best).
Will you languorously while the hours away?
Or will you “seize” it, as they so love to say?
Whatever it is you choose to do
This fleeting moment here is all we ever really have
The time is now.

Poem Number Four

Please let me be present. To feel the things I am meant to.

I’ve never asked for your advice. Never listened to a word you have said.

What makes you think I’ll ever care? All you do is whisper, judge, stare.

Life is a journey. This, they always seem to say.

Your advice is the baggage. Unwanted and unclaimed.

Poem Number Three

We were thinking of you
As we sat by the shore
Drinking the wine you bottled years before
The blackberry wine, tart yet sweet
That you swore to always a promise, keep
Your boat had set sail, eons ago
Where you both lay now, nobody knows
Each moment we come closer to saying goodbye
“Adieu” to a love, fast-fading
But will never truly die
And as we savoured those last droplets of wine
With contentment on our lips, we sighed
Because I was yours
And you were mine.

Poem Number Two

Easy to say I love you
Words just flow
Try it..there you go
To truly feel? Another world.
A world where some can never grow.
Some dive into the oceans, swim the seas
Find lifelong shelter within the trees
That others would use for their kindling
Watch the world burn. Slow.
And, when later you’d ask;
“Did such a world exist?”
They’d smile at you
And, with a tender kiss, whisper
“No”.