Monday, 12 October 2015


In the evening,
I try to resist,
the strain of life,
I have become world weary,
tired of the daily news,
and the hard truths,
that leave me overwrought.

So skip pass the headlines,
throw newspapers in the bin,
turn of the T.V, uncork a bottle of wine,
open back door, to let moonshine in,
allow my thoughts to step outside,
to stop them from being consumed 
                             from deep within.

I roll myself a cigarette,
peppered with magic herbs,
go outside where the air is clear,
find myself alone again,
but with hope, peace and love,
my spirit sparkles in the night.

I notice, the changes in the sky,
clouds sweetly rolling on by,
inhaling  deep aromatic smoke into lungs,
on the stereo indoors, the release of singing tongues,
my arms and legs, a little drunk, sway and dance,
this is my truth, my night vision stance. 

I am an outsider, looking far out,
an observer in the shadows of time,
my mind is scattered and in fragments,
dispersing in thousands of pieces,
until the morning turns, comes round again,
and news arrives of people standing up screaming,
the modern world turning once more in abyss,
I give up my journey and rejoin the fight.