Monday, 8 April 2013

Through the eyes of a baby


I'd love to see the world through a 1 year old's eyes,
A place that's devoid of corruption and lies,
Where everything is adventure and opportunity awaits,
And where you go next your imagination dictates.
Where the world is big and scary and fun,
You don't speak- you scream, you don't walk- you run
Where flatulence fascinates and laughter ensues,
How I'd love to walk a mile in those baby shoes-
Where each step's a move forward into the great unknown,
Where there's never the fear of being alone,
And every mistake's a new lesson to learn,
The worries of the world are of little concern;
A double dip is a game where daddy throws you around,
Fighting is just play and War is a baby sound,
Climate change is when mum puts the central heating on,
I miss those days where the sun always shone.
That world must be marvellous from a baby's point of view,
The fascination of experiences that are alien and new,
And at the end of the day when it's time for a nap,
Fall asleep with loving cuddles in mummy's warm lap.

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Chocolate Digestive

A chocolate digestive,
Can be quite suggestive
When you’re trying to watch your weight.
The cocoa infusion
Causes confusion
And an anxious mental state.
You steadfastly refuse,
And sit and peruse
Everybody devour theirs whole.
While they all savour
The chocolaty flavour
It’s the death of a part of your soul.
I shouldn’t risk it,
The beautiful biscuit
At the risk of destroying the diet.
Shoved under my nose
My conviction dissolves
Oh go on then I’ll just try it.

Friday, 14 September 2012

Untitled

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,
Than anywhere but here you see
I’ve had enough of all this shit,
Liars, thieves and hypocrites
Surround me like a toxic cloud,
Enveloping me like a shroud.
I feel the grasp of death’s cold hand
Around my neck, I cannot stand
My legs go weak, my heart, it races
The thought of staying in these places
For any more of my precious time
That leaks from life like spilled vintage wine
That drips and pools upon the floor,
I’ve had enough, I’ll take no more
Unwarranted, unjust abuse,
I’ll seek escape and slip this noose
And dodge the axe above my head,
It’s not my time to join the dead
There’s life in me, I’ve more to give
So now I’ll take this life and live.

Friday, 7 September 2012

My Daughter Says


My daughter say’s “ga, ga goo”
But what she means is “I love you”
Or perhaps she needs a nappy change,
The look upon her face is strange.
Damn, is this a poo-face or sick-face?
Take a gamble and then it’s a race.
But either way it ends in a mess,
Baby wipes out and another change of dress.
My frustration builds and I echo her screams
And my mind feels as though it is tearing at the seams
The sleep deprivation is taking it’s toll
I fight to maintain my last bit of control.
And then she looks up at me with her baby blue eyes,
My anger and frustration fades and then dies
And my heart swells with pride as she whispers my name,
“Dad” – with that one word nothing’s ever the same.

Rat Race to Rat Trap


I sit and tune out, like a wireless with a broken aerial
Because a static buzz is a better sound
Than this din of despair that is driven into my mind.
Fog-horn voices, hurricane of harsh opinions
Stated as fact.
Within this whirlwind I wait,
Treated like a rodent with the voice of a mouse
They tread on my tail and I squeak,
Scurry away to hide and await my fate,
The snap of a rat trap.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Girl in the Crowd

I see judgement on their faces,
An eyebrow slowly raises
When they catch sight of her attire,
As the escalator takes us higher
Their mouths form tiny o’s.
I’m sure a part of her must know
That she provokes such a reaction,
But she’s lost in interaction
With her controversial man,
Wearing guyliner and tan
Skinny jeans with ripped converse,
And yet still they see her first,
Her features marred by bits of metal,
Like a pin poked through a petal
From the daintiest of roses.
They all turn up their noses
For she’s not the same as them
And it’s so easy to condemn
Someone for individuality,
When you’re wrapped up in banality
And you’ve a mediocre life,
Never known a day of strife
Because your just part of the crowd,
Where different people aren’t allowed.
But what you don’t know is this,
That girl lives in a life of bliss
Because she’s free to be herself,
And that’s worth so much more than wealth
Or the comfort of being accepted,
So she’ll continue being rejected
Knowing she’s better than all of you,
‘Coz to herself she still stays true
And accepts you’re not the same
She’s the art, you’re just the frame.

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Autumn in South Kensington

Out in the leafy suburbs of South Ken’
I watch the conkers fall
Onto beds of red, gold and brown.
I stare at sycamore seeds that
Take flight,
Drifting lazily
To float softly and airily down.
I see a sunset and sunrise
Through clear skies
Devoid of smog and smoke
And breathe deeply the clean air,
Expand my lungs and I don’t
Cough, splutter or choke.
Then I walk into the swollen belly
Of the mechanical beast
That is taking me underground
Back to the east.
My soul cries aloud,
For it knows that it
Will once again be lost
In a forest of concrete,
An air of contempt and an
Indifferent crowd.