The faces that haunt me,
the sounds that return,
thoughts of a passion
too quickly burned.

Eyes I got lost in,
mouths that I’ve kissed,
asking the questions
if only, what if.

Regret is a poison,
to tarnish the soul,
a brake on life’s progress
that drags down and holds.

But memories relived
in the depths of the night,
come visiting softly
to give some insight.

Mistakes that I’ve made,
love that I’ve spurned,
what could have been different
if the world hadn’t turned.

Not for me peace
of a memory free mind,
no freedom from thoughts,
nor redemption to find.

Just hope for the future
that something will change,
something inside me
will not be the same.

When once again love
comes calling for me,
I’ll know what to do,
I’ll know how to be.

All past transgressions
do colour my heart,
but this should enable
a fresh and new start.

Travelling Doom

Sleeping in late
with a head full of anger
and a dream of
a gun in my hand.

Waking in darkness
and grinning with hate
at the poison
that’s leached to the land.

Dressing in shadows
to hide me from prying
those eyes that
would hunt me and search.

Looking in windows
at lovers who quarrel
their dreams shattered
and left in the lurch.

Creeping in secret
to meetings most foul
with the victims
of this blackened soul.

Talking in code
to the voice in my head
dark destruction
it’s consuming goal.

Screaming in fear
all the people I meet
in dark alleys
and garbage strewn rooms.

Reeling in lives
of the lost and lonely
from the night
of this travelling doom.


Where is my yes?
Where is my right?
Where is my true,
my positive bright?

Where is my whole?
Where is my part?
Where is my star,
my most precious heart?

Where is my story?
Where is my tune?
Where is my sky,
my sun and my moon?

Where is my focus?
Where is my life?
Where is my future,
my voice in the night?

Where is my only?
Where is my one?
Where is my chance,
my luck and my fun?

Where is my love?
Where is my soul?
Where is…

Love And Snow

From where
do these feelings
of love
so appear?

Like snowflakes
in sky
blue and clear.

No rhyme
or good reason
for heart
to swell so.

But life
becomes lost
to a light
quick to glow.

Could reason
be found
for love’s
sweetening bloom.

That out-sparkles
and outshines
the moon.

We could
never know
from where love
so appears.

Nor where
without cause
it too soon

Morpheus Redux

Bowling ball rumble
of trains in the night
the soundtrack
to struggling sleep.

Eyes quick to open
at each random thought
stare upwards
to darkness so deep.

Minutes pass slowly
but hours fly swift
heralding dawn.

Tricking the body
to grasp sleeps embrace
eyes closed
pretending to yawn.

Another night empty
of R.E.M sleep
no dreams
to nourish the soul.

No resting in slumber
for this tired man
yet again
free from Morpheus’ hold.

You Can’t Go Back

Echoing voices
call from the halls
and rooms of memory sweet.

But you can’t go back.

Hazy images
shown on the inner screen
of minds wistful eye.

But you can’t go back.

Remembered taste
of lips on alabaster skin
revisit in sleep.

But you can’t go back.

Recalled passion
of hungry embrace fuelled
by prolonged absence.

But you can’t go back.

Swelling heart
filled with a love
given with trust.

But you can’t go back.


Wind whipped
of snow and sleet.

Warm toes
in slippered feet.

Shivering birds
at frozen ground.

Hail against
a peaceful sound.

Grey blanket
no glimpse of sun.

Whoever thought
spring had sprung?