Turquoise Monster

Selfish human consumption Depleting natural resources Carrying extinction Disguised as advancement

I have decided that it is time to put together a poetry collection – it will contain 50 poems from this blog. It will be the first 50 minus the poems that I consider just for children so mainly the Little Books of Poetry. It will be avalable as an e-book, a printed leaflet and […]

Alaric the name unfolds Warrior King of legends mold Uber Geek in strange Nu Spk Two in one Wearing black for fun Alaric my Wonder Geek Fighting zombies in his sleep Forking daemons Spawned zombie child He’ll fix the system for a while And when it breaks He’ll battle all night Until his code spins […]

Life is back lit Throwing you into silohette Obliterating detail Just shape Form visible In existence’s gloamy half-light If done well You may regain Colour

A look of Dark abundance Smoldered on emaciated frame Glaring out defiance Igniting me A fist full of Nitro Hurled to the wind A cage of napalm Exploded by this will alone I swear I will not forget you And I will not hate you You contained enough for us both

Two worlds – pearls side by side Identical, intricate and beautiful One lacks crime The other spice

Heavy bruise horizon Dripping blood Of solders trapped in time Skitting through the world Bashing out brains To decorate the pavement Again and again and again

Fresh packed anger Leaves no air For seedlings of life To grow And so their roots Rot in festering waters Of hope blighted By disappointment – Compost to the Mushrooms of hate Blooming on the grave Of love Buried 6ft deep Beneath fresh packed anger The cycle repeats

Consuming mudslide of the detritus of mind Slipping as slurry down this fractured slope of soul Towing objects battered in the turbulence of heart Depositing a load of SHIT in the terminal moraine of me

Ice blistered lips singing in praise of the heat Hoping for a tomorrow different from today The sameness of opposites, the co-evolution of extremes Unknown to them – Just as well really – Let them dream Unknowing of sun blistered lips singing in praise of the cold