A part of me I left that day

On the midnight train

That moment replays constantly, making me say

“Oh why did I drink all that booze”

and I still look regretfully at that stain

Leaving me with nothing but pain

In my cerebral cortex (my brain)

Thats enough of that rhyme.



Relectantly I
Amass an expanding wealth
At the cost of worth

Hey guys,

This one comes from my general mood about my work. I enjoy my work, at least at a social level, but find that too much of my time goes into working/recovering from work that I lose the valuable time I should be writing… or reflecting.

Cheers for visiting my page!



Upon this path I stand conflicted

Behind a pain too great, ahead a stray hope

Each step a journey

seen with a weather stained telescope.


Laden with burdens taken willingly

Begrudgingly I remember how I couldnt cope

Adding more weight to my shoulder

Back arched, yet I trudge higher up this slope.


A dawn rises and I feel priviledged

There was a time my only course, a rope

So every day away from the gurney

Is a day I shall not mope.


Even if every step was not taken merrily

Each new day breathes imagery like a kaleidoscope

and another chance to grow ever older

Makes this grand journey worth its wide scope.

A need to create your own meaning

Butterfly off the shelves

Caterpillar and plywoods

Bees s’ants and crickets


Food from the beginning of the circle

Which is also the end

an endless butterfly spreads its wings


Lands on toast

Crumbs falling in a glass

A timeless hunger


A spicey mood

Tempted by cumin forth

Chilli I am, a sweater in need.