I’ve done so much that’s wrong
I could never list them all,
I did them for so long
You’ve not see me stand up tall.
Well now my head’s held high
And I’m once again you son,

So unequivocally one sided
No possible fair fight,
A mother and her young, divided
Once they are in your sights.
The penultimate, of that species
Which one is next to kill?

Maybe I did get it. Maybe I was fine
Maybe Hepatitis, maybe next in line,
Maybe AIDS had got me, maybe I survived
Maybe it was only ever in my mind?
Maybe I would crumble, maybe I would deal

As I sit here in puzzlement
Pen tapping on the page,
Devoid of thought or sentiment
To put upon said page.
An idea burrows through the wall
And slides straight into view,

If you want to scale a cliff-side,
Do it.
If you want to catch a serpent,
Do it.
If you want to feed a great-white,
Do it.
If you want to fly a glider,
Do it.

There’s no more maybe to it
All the signs declare – ‘I Win’
I’m now on the other side
My new beginning begins.

Yesteryear’s pathetic smile
Has no power anymore,

What is love?

It’s unconditional devotion
Hearts pounding in unified motion,
Yearning for the other’s gentle touch
So severely that it hurts too much.

But on the other hand

When I hit sixteen
All I wanted was a tat,
Everyone older
Said, I would regret that.
Then at seventeen
I ignored them and went in,
Started my obsession... with
The ink beneath the skin.

You look at me disapprovingly
Who the hell do you think you are?
It’s a free world, I’m allowed to be
Anything that I’ve been so far,
I can’t believe that, you separate
Black and white from one another,
Surely, one day this blistering hate
Will vanish, so no-one suffers...

In the tranquillity of night
Illuminating spots of light,
Speckle the darkened sky above
And inspire my lunar love.
The ghostly, distant sphere, casts down
A subtle plume of light, to ground,

If the stars fell, I’d gather one
Only for you, I would.
If I could ever part the seas
Only for you, I would.
If birds would sing their merry songs
When I would ask, I would,

They say a fall can kill you
But is it really true?
Do you still die a little?
Even with parachutes.

They say there’s a River Styx
You cross when life is flicked,
But you never really know

Have you ever wondered why we see the world the way we do
With eyes so full of colour yet without a colourful hue?
Perhaps you’ve even pondered why an odour can be acrid
And if we couldn’t smell it, could we decipher the difference?

The ground falls away so quickly
As I teeter upon the edge,
I Claw the cliff so desperately
My finger-tips are torn and red.
My descending cry of terror
Overwhelms the serene silence,

If I had a chicken
Would it look toward the sky?
All the while thinking
Why the hell can I not fly?

If I had a chicken
Would it lay a thousand eggs?
All the while wishing