LEADERS - not followers

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 21


Organised display
Above a tower of flames
Re-igniting the past

Monday, April 20, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 20


How many lives can we live?
How many deaths must we die?
How many resurrections
Even re-incarnations
(Each one a dilute version
A weak interpretation
Diminished resolution
Increasingly insipid)
Of a former consciousness

Before we are us no more?

Sunday, April 19, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 19


Shattered underfoot
A memory to savour
Till death us do part

Saturday, April 18, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 18


Is it my imagination
Or did the Thought Police
In response to a mere whim
Think they’d arrested me

For no obvious reason
And with no apparent notion
They accused me of thinking too much
And charged me with introspection

After much deliberation
And perhaps some cogitation
The jury considered its verdict
Found me guilty of analysis

I was sentenced to contemplation
In a concentration camp
Which is an unusual concept
When you stop and think about it

Friday, April 17, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 17


Whiter than whiteness
Spot the difference

Thursday, April 16, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 16


As April approaches
On the dark horizon
A gift is presented
To see us through summer

The gift of Time Travel
Is ours for the taking
A concept we all grasp
In both hands each year

In the space of an hour
In a time without space
While we’re in our beds sleeping
It creeps up behind us

We all become caught up
In this phenomenon’s spell
That lights up the darkness
And warms our cold hearts

Till the curse of October
That’s uttered in Greenwich
Returns us to mean time
Which means long dark cold nights

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 15


Coming in to land
Unexpected turbulence
Low level wind shear

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 14


Restraint the only exercise I get
In these four walls surrounding me
Containing and constraining me
Me and my earthly possessions
The contents of a dying living room
Very soon to be repossessed
By the ghosts of tenses past
Who pass the tension of present day
To days yet to come when future plans
That make a man’s journey through life
Nothing (but strife) to write home about
I doubt it’s even worth the effort
It takes to make sense of it all

Monday, April 13, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 13


From the depths of death’s decay
Living history

Sunday, April 12, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 12


Five whole minutes to think of a story
Not much time to soak up the glory
Maybe you will or maybe you won’t
Maybe you do or maybe you don’t
Think of a subject that people will like
Something you wanna shout down a mic
It can be a performance just writing away
Disposable stories that last just a day
Try it for once and it might catch on
Do it right now or your chance will be  gone
Read it aloud and take the reaction
Whatever they say about it is the attraction

Saturday, April 11, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 11


Sights and sounds in miniature
High rise scenery

Friday, April 10, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 10


Perhaps the reason
They don’t keep
Very well at all
Is the desire
To have at least
We can share
It’s common knowledge
In real lives
That we’re far too smart
To share what’s ours
With those who aren’t
With whom
We’re not concerned
A little known fact
Is fair game
Spread amongst our peers
Status is gained
Our Facebook friends

Thursday, April 9, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 9


Waiting to happen
Unexpected unaware
It’s nobody’s fault

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 8


When you feel life slipping away from you
And you’re falling towards your demise
You don’t know your destination of course
Heaven and hell flash before your eyes
A most uncomfortable ride it is
And it’s extremely painful indeed
When your whole life flashes in front of you
The effect’s like a strobe light on speed
The reason for that is quite obvious
Discomfort and pain that make you sob
In the past you would always wear your dick
On your head such a prick such a knob
The flashing and disorientation
Are caused by the testicles flapping
Swinging against and away from your eyes
And that penis thrashing and slapping
And the pain you can feel so intensely
Beating your shoulders your chest your back
Is turbulence caused by your wasted life
Like the train now departing the track

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 7


Patience has its own rewards
Two come together