leave me my saviour

When will the times I have missed

Come to visit me in this era of listlessness and rage

I would forget another chance to make amends

Forgiven all I have lost

And lonely

For a way forward out of the dark of solitude

I remember the face

But not the love

Nonce is the name of my ego

To punish myself with its meaning

Is not to say I am evil

Just isolated from those experiences

Of the people surrounding me

And an attempt to catch up

Where art thou’

Deity I swore

Love? I don’t believe it

Should I wait a little longer?

Try harder?

Maybe lynch myself in the hall?

Take one from the street?

The pressure I am under

Makes me an evil man

For it is you I swore

No other

I shall wait eagerly for your sign

Or no more…

I am sorry my Lord

I have found your wit in envy

And apologise for my escape from the fold

I will return in haste to where sanctuary lies

To be at your call

Should you need a voice

Or a friend

Or another man to do your bidding

Thanks for the joke

It got me an accolade!

I will remember the times we spent

Forging a path for others to follow

A boy grown a man...

i have been humbled, by man.

To set the world to rights

And enfranchise the belief in a marked reality

I began a course of isolation,

And discipline through abuse of the senses

And the will of mine enemies

For the malefic renunciation of those desires

That began my surrender to the world.

‘I will not accept,’ was my plea

‘These deeds are not my own’

But no soul heard my guilt

None other than the gods that swore my sentence

Gave a thought to what I may learn

Though the counsel of elders knew my prize, desired

And given.

Love, I jest - should have known my ignorance

If I was young still

I may even pass the litmus

And be free from all concerns that escape my reason

But I am not

And I let what I cannot change be

With good grace

Humility is mine for keeping

I learned my lesson well

I can be nothing less

the ignorance of youth

I would like to make a discourse on the humanity of the modern age
We are born small and weak, stupid and ignorant, powerless and demanding
And throughout all of this we remain young enough to claim superiority
Yet we remain blissfully unaware of the methods of the earth we live upon
The ignorance of the youth represents not being born innocent but stupid
You and I are born as children, stupid and ignorant of the world we inhabit
We grow within the stupidity of the world around us, held hostage to our parents’ mistakes
Then without knowledge, we grow tall without taking heed to learn what the world wants to offer us
Forevermore forgiven for our ignorance, we continue to grow in spite of our understanding
That the world we inhabit is without sin, for that is only our own morality
As ignorant and stupid as the people we sought to be as children
The maker of this place has a lot to answer for
And I rest my knowledge with the devil himself
For it is he who represents learning, understanding and knowledge
God represents blind faith
Or damned ignorance of all we know
We should know better
But the blind man knows nothing he cannot sense for himself
I may acknowledge my weakness to demand satisfaction
But never will I know what it is
That makes this world turn…

the Devil's work

f'iend's of favour
we were raised
in the same neighbourhood
went to the same schools as each other
and shared the same values.
as terrible as it may be
i found trust and laughter,
sound advice
and a beating heart
in the words of the one Devil, i knew so well.
we, together, related by the family name
spoke openly and honestly
about our expectations of each other
even when our passion for indecent behavior
was enmeshed in a squabble,
over who was in the wrong
i knew he could not harm me...
and now i know,
Death has become the two of Us.
and I, like the Devil i knew so well
am guilty
of all our Sins.

happy new year!

happiness has reached me
in the year 2011
my love has lasted
and i feel some passion
my mistakes,
have been corrected.
and you know i couldn't beat it
this year i am going to shine
i've money and a flat
a car and keys
and a group of new friends besides.
my father is paying attention
and my mother understands me
my sister's and brother's
for the love of another
want to join me in my plans
so don't blow it, Shaney Baby
on some wild gamble and throw a fit
if something changes
in the palm of your hand
are the tools to change your fate.