It’s been a while since I last shared my work here.
I’ve struggled with finding inspiration and the right muse to fuel my writing.
But yesterday/last night, that changed....
A new muse has come into my life, reigniting my creativity and giving me the push I needed to start writing pieces I’m excited to share again. Watch this space.
My Tainted World
Bongz, (Read as Bongz's Heart) in my poetry. This is best how I describe my experiences with myself and with others mostly. Drop comments, I really appreciate them. Salute (*_*)7
Sunday, 2 March 2025
Young Announcement
Thursday, 20 June 2024
Truth of Life
You can spin in circles,
chase shadows in the wind,
push against the tide,
or run and hide...
darkness won't rescind.
Dig a shelter,
hoard magic beans,
dissect each word,
still not knowing what it means.
Pray to God or bow to man,
start a coup or get stoned.
Pay your taxes, curse your boss...
still stuck, still growing moss.
Every road leads somewhere,
each path comes with a cost.
Too many lights may blind you...
find your own way,
or stay lost.
Monday, 8 January 2024
Truths we WANT to hear!
How refreshing would it be
if a politician just said:
I don’t believe in God,
or in protecting your health or safety.
I’ll place my friends in power,
pocket what I can,
and spend the rest on my re-election.
Your voice won’t matter,
it never really did.
You’ll accept my judgement,
because you’ll have no choice.
If I fool you,
you’ve only yourselves to blame.
I’m as crooked as they come,
and any war I start
will serve my own gain.
Yet, despite it all,
I’ll try to keep you happy.
Friday, 3 November 2023
Adapt or Move
If you can't
adapt to your body,
adjust your mind,
improvise,
compromise,
learn to be at ease...
with yourself,
your body,
your place,
your relationships...
Then change your life,
or leave it behind.
Monday, 16 October 2023
Desire
I want a flawless body,
a sharp, unbroken mind,
a world without chaos...
but nature's not that kind.
Friday, 20 May 2022
The River of Death
what they'd do if they were me
trying to force a
point of view,
Its this Fear of life,
And the fear of Assassins' idol,
Sneaking around
like a hidden knife
That's causing all to believe they know best!
There's no time to hesitate,
no time to contemplate
I gotta stand up,
We ALL gotta stand up,
Absorb the rhythm of their songs
Life is nothing
but eternal woe.
Death is the ultimate.
Death is the beginning.
Death is an end.
Death is,
the friend in the group that no one likes!
Death is, right now, my closest
friend.
This pain, I know will never go away.
It might ease with time,
but will never truly fade,
And,
with each passing day,
I will recall all the cheerful memories that we made.
I can't predict the future,
So I stare at the river of death,
Hoping it won't carry me away
to the land of the dead
Sunday, 17 April 2022
I crave your lips... your scent... your company
The moonbeam radiates through the cracks of your skin.
I crave your lips, your scent, your company.
Starving, I prowl these empty streets, tonight.
Hungry for your sleek laugh,
your measured pretty pace,
the liquid sway of your hips as you prance toward
and away from me..
I want to eat the pale canvass of your nose
down to your chin.
I'm flaring with the need for your unrefuted skin.
I'll eat you whole, skin and bones,
like a savage and your lover.
Like a lover of the the moon meeting head-on
with your hot heart..
I'm a satiated beggar filled with your grace.
I'm a lowly painter under the arrogance of your face.
I'm a wretched soul on the brink of your mercy.
I crave your lips, your scent, your company.
Monday, 4 April 2022
The Dove...And I Died
dandelion dust
So take me to the flowery field, no one knows,
About us,
You and I,
the heart and hand, I
die.
I don't think you meant to burn me
but I'm branded by your ways
Shake the dust, I have
to see the river, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
In the hive, I die.
Lead the way with your frozen eyes
I obliviously follow Further and further,
trusting lies,
thriving inside eyes so hollow
Take my tumors, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
Where you drowned
my oxygen, I die.
I felt up your velvet branches,
soul searching yet I'm scratching your back
Drag my bag of bones
because no one knows
About us,
You and I
and your murderous
touch...How I died.