I feel strange
Trapped in invisible claws
Shaking as I’m tossed from left to right
Held tightly, I scream mutely, long into the night
A rag doll, seams broken
Stuffing bursting out of me, and carried away on a violent wind
Hollow, flat, empty,
Only my eyes function, skin limp and ragged
Horror; I can see
Pain; I feel and endure, penetrating my numbness
Not as it travels, no!
At it’s destination
It burns my core
This was always gonna happen, I knew it would
In my distaction, I failed in feeling it creep
Maybe, they got me, in my sleep
Patiently waiting
Plotting and scheming
For the day my back is turned
Defenses down
Blind side me, then offer a crown of love
From a crow, disguised,
As a dove.

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.




They die in their thousands

Every day

Every week

Every month

Every year

Who cares?

No one

People preach of love and equality

Tolerance and respect

Turning blind eyes, to the plight of this world

The reality, the truth

Gorging themselves on “Reality T.V.”

How ironic

Fucking demonic

Across social media

“Hey hun, hey babe,”

Never met in 30 years

They all “Care”

They don’t give a shit

All they want, is the like

To be hit

As I write this now

Tears flow

Beneath my brow

“What’s the point? Nobody cares”

Send a dick pic, instead

“Oh yeah”

This post

Becomes theirs.





You an Ostrich, head buried deep

Taking it out, only to show how miserable you are

You are a Crocodile, enough tears to fill a swimming pool

Hiding yourself away, hoping to catch me swimming

You are a Chameleon, forever changing

Blending, false impressions, to fit in

You are a Wolf, crying permanently

People come running, for no reason at all

You are a Monkey, trapped in a cage

But, when given keys to escape, you cheekily decline

You are a Snake

Forked tongue, suits you so well

You are a diseased ridden creature

That makes my life hell





He stood on the pavement, with a mate

Waiting for the marathon runners, to pass by

Not because he enjoyed marathons

It was Sunday, it was hot, they had nothing else to do

Mocking sweaty “Fit freaks”

Would pass an hour or two

He noticed two girls close by

Whispering while giggling

“Fuck it, come on mate, let’s give it, a try”

He approached the tallest one, she had nice lips

“Where you from?” He, cheekily asked

“Where you from?” was her reply

That was enough for him

That was the starting gun

They ran

She came in, second

To none



You looked so happy, radiant, and true

Ima, watched as you made contact

Connecting, reaching out

Eyes alive, sparkling and new

Sun kissed face


Movie star looks

Strands of brunette silk

Adds the exotic trace

Lips made for kissing

For hushed sighs, and promising whispers

You raise a glass, to me

I love what I see

In that moment

It’s just

You x

And x

Me x



Misty the cat

Lay on her mat

Purring with joy

As she played

With new toy

Gripping it tight

She smiles

With delight

All on her own

She lets out a moan

Calling the dog

To give her his bone

Butch never came

This made her feel lame

So she lifted her tail

And pissed on the mail

“The master will see

It just wasn’t me”

Butch gets the blame

For not playing her