Poem: Narcoleptic Cat

Why, and I'd love
your explanation,
did I buy a fucking cat
that suffers from narcolepsy?
It's actually incapable
of providing me with
five minutes of entertainment.
Instead it just shits
upon my rug
and falls asleep beside it.
I call him Thumper
for no apparent reason.

Poem: The Waking War

The breaking of
The dawn
Casts the shadows
To their
Daylight haunts
And the sombre
Dusk disperses
Almost as
If it never was.

First blood
And fine revenge
As the sunlight
Sweeps the
Open lands,
Scouring out
The shades
That remain in
Stout defence.

And when these last
Dark shadows fade,
The reign of
Night succumbs
To day,
Broken back,
Defeated
To retreat and
Tend it's wounds.

No twilight now,
Just sunlit sky,
And golden
Haze that
Passes by,
Yet victory in
Battle is
Not victory
In war.

And eventually
The day will fall,
In pride, in time,
It's hour
Will come,
And night
Will take it's
Chance to rule 
Again forever more.

Poem: Bleak

Know that when it comes to it
when the dark thoughts creep back in
that there's no-one stood beside you,
no heroes, friends or kin.

Know that when the shadows
come to claim back what is owed,
you'll face your own adversity
and meet eternity alone.

But if you wish for comfort
then the least that I can give,
is this simple understanding
for you to face the darkness with:

That regardless of your stature,
neither king or that below,
no-one has companionship,
and we will all face Death alone.

Poem: Happily Defeated

Words don't often
Leave me
When I have time
To think them through
But you have me
Defeated
As no words
Can describe you.

Poem: Of Her

I'm not a
Troubled youth
Or an inmate
With a conscience,
I'm not society
Or a reflection
Of its moods,
Simply I'm
A dreamer,
With ideas
Of the future
And a small
Impulsive streak
That determines
What I say.
I don't dream
Of curing cancer,
I don't dream
Of fighting wars,
All I dream
And focus on
Is waking up
Beside her.
And though
It seems
Quite small in
Thought,
Selfish
And without
Real cause,
These are
Dreams that
I believe
And thoughts I
Won't surrender.
So scorn me
For not
Wanting more,
For aiming
Low with
Simple goals,
But know
That I'm
A realist
And I'll
Keep these
Thoughts together.
Know that
I'm a realist
But with
Dreams
That last
Forever.

Poem: An Ode to Michael Palin

I lost my virginity
In a beat up
Run down
Two star hotel
Near Glossop.
The lingering
Stench of
Air freshener
Greeted our
Arrival,
Masking the
Smell of
Nicotine
That the
Yellow tinged
Cream decor
Could not.
I sat awkwardly
Upon the bed
With the
Dawning
Realisation
Of what
The evening
Had in store.
My date,
My girl,
Or whatever it
Was I'd called her
Back then
Kept swanning
Around the room
With a
Clear look
Of disdain
Upon her face.
It was almost
As if I'd
Brought her
To the place
That would
Finally crush
Her innocence
Once and
For all.
Eventually
She sat
Beside me
And smiled
The little
Awkward smile
That I
Knew no
Answer to.
Embarrassingly
The silence
Between us
Hung heavily
In the air
And no
Attempt
At talking
Was made
On either part,
Instead she
Reached across
And turned
The tv on,
Leaning back
Upon her elbows
To gain a
Better view.
I followed
On her lead
And immersed
Myself in the
Grainy black
And white
Rerun
Of Monty
Python
Sketches
Which,
Admittedly,
Made little sense
To me at
The time.
Suddenly,
Without warning
She broke into
A hysterical
Fit of
Laughter,
Curling up
Beside me
With mascara
Riddled tears
Strolling down
Her cheeks.
I laughed,
More anxiously
Than her
But soon
It overruled
My nerves
And we lay
Gasping
Between breaths
Of hysteria.
Then,
As suddenly
As it came,
The laughter
Faded,
She wiped
Away the
Tears and,
Leaning close
Kissed me,
Just once.

The rest of
The night
Was ours,
There's no need
For further
Words.

Poem: Terracotta Shores

The heat that rises
Off the terracotta shores
Ruptures the land
And the calm held before.

The burnt, reddish hue
Stains shadows on the sky
That distort the horizon
And illuminate the night.

Still, the fire only burns
And reduces to cinders
The decayed hollow life
Of dried root and timber.

And all that remains
Upon the first coming dawn
Are the seas murky depths
On it's return to the shore.

So scorch the earth
With arrogance and pride
Rejoice in your freedom
'til the turning of the tide.