Silence has a face
A presence
It stands there
It thinks itself invisible
But I see its grin
Sadistic entity follows me everywhere
Heartfelt protestation
Swallowed mercilessly
Spat out
Suffocating me with venomous wrath


The Street

Red brick houses side by side

Random boxes of light shows who’s at home

Smoky air, frosty late evening

Squeaky gates open and close, as people come and go

Craving the heat, the warm amber glow

Rain falls diagonally against neon street light

Like a volley of mini arrows, piercing the night

Sirens blare a shrilling worry

As neighbours enjoy, warm comforting curry

The cat on the wall, swishes her tail

Puts out a cry, for a strong willing male

A taxi crawls slowly, to find numbered house

Driver, hopes it’s a run into town

Unable to see figures on door

He beeps his horn, as he frowns

The bark of a dog, echoes along

Pavement, walls and alley

A shout from its owner to “Shut up

You’ll waken dear old Sally”

People sleep now as the moon shines above

A boy walks a girl home

Hoping for love

So the dawn breaks, and the sun comes to greet

Another day starts

On this Manchester street.







She brought him a gift

A souvenir of love

Pride in her eyes

She was right

It fits like a glove

An expression of friendship

That grows day by day.

Bond of trust developed

Through conversation and deed

A mutual understanding

Of each other’s need.

Attraction breathes life

Once again in his soul






Closer they came;

One turned into ten, which suddenly became fifty

Teasing and mocking, slowly eroding;  stripping his mind

Apocalyptic evolution, played out over time

Too many now emerging, to fight

Run now he must; In search of his light

A friend from his youth, it shone as he grew

Those days long gone, when his soother was blue

Fading for years, darkness took hold

Making him doubt, reckless, and bold

Losing his way, blinded by demons

Innocence lost, and the devil, to pay

All that was good and all that was clear

Tainted by filth, surrendered to fear

Parasites chewed, deep into his brain

Swallowing logic, while planting a grain

The seed inside him, a poisoned vine

Grew strong with the help of, whiskey and wine

Survive though he did, with a blessing of grace

She waits for him, loyally

To remember his place.

His soul now aware of demonic intruders

He runs to his light, pleading for union

To join him in battle, and free him once more

Grace, smiles; with arms open

As she open the door.









Beware the urban jungle

Eyes watch from the shadows

Sniffing for weakness, waiting to pounce

Police sirens won’t stop deals

“Give me  an eighth,

Make it, an ounce”

Kids on bikes, escape route ready

Concrete landscape

Not cop car friendly

Late night cafes; where drunken dreams, find reality

“I could have been a contender”

Discussed over tea

A precinct pub where blood, stains the ground

Expectant taxis

For a ride into Town

Obscene remarks

To the girl, that said “No”

Burger boxes, litter the street

Pitta bread wraps

Minus, the meat

Chip bags and vomit

On pavement and road

Decoration Designed

For the homeless abode

Smoky air whispers

“It’s time to go home”

Brick terrace awaits

Loud music, a lullaby

To those, all alone.







Her face did not haunt him any longer

Day by day his heart grows stronger

Emerging from grave in darkness

Grounded, once again

The lighted path before him beckoning

Come this way

Stormy clouds have lifted

The sky



He felt at peace, much cleaner

Not dirty, tainted, or obscene

The sun itself does greet him

As morning replaces night

Still weary, bruised, and tender

Remnants from vicious fight

Deep breaths, eyes closed, he stands there

Absorbing all that’s good

Soul aglow like embers

He steps proudly from the mud.