Today, I bothered

Bright page under-lights,Skin beneath my face,I space, thinking of the chase,To snare the catch, Rifled shot, ringing in my brain,Beastly words gushing from the vein,Beating through fingertips,Bleed spoils of my bother,Spurting black, eyes wide, I hover. I’ll admit, I’m a pretty one dimensional poet. I love rhymes and I don’t really deviate. I would likeContinue reading “Today, I bothered”

Goodbye Avery. Hello Mate.

What’s in an original idea – and how far does creative ownership go? Avery Mann, as some of you might have noticed, is a play on Everyman. When I started this blog, I was a little nervous putting myself out there. I felt more comfortable going incognito, so I chose a pseudonym. The meaning behindContinue reading “Goodbye Avery. Hello Mate.”

Nostalgia, it’s a hell of a drug

Whose that pokemon? Its Snorlax! Man, this dude has it figured out. I wish I could sleep like this guy. He’s got the work/life balance down. Shame, I’m more Electrode. Self-destructing. Don’t worry, for those who missed out or couldn’t care less, this post isn’t all about Pokemon. It’s about nostalgia. A celebration of childhood,Continue reading “Nostalgia, it’s a hell of a drug”

The peace paradigm

Childhood, a finger tip away, to jump and laugh, dream and play. I can almost touch it, yet today, never further, or more astray. Long summer days, they never ended,games came so easy, imagined, pretended. This fortunate generation, no innocence lost, drenched in mud and fire, grateful for the youth, far from the lethal mire.Continue reading “The peace paradigm”

Poems for mourning

A poem for an elderly loved ones passing. Time is a constant, in the end it gets the best of us all, feel sorrow not, you’ll walk, but first you’ll learn to crawl. So, grieve now my child, shed all and be rid of your tears, for I have lived life to the full andContinue reading “Poems for mourning”