My very foundations are shaken

The earth tremors beneath my feet

The world around me seems unsafe

and insecure

And thus do I not sleep

The tectonic plates have shifted 

Causing a rift deep inside the sea bed

It feels like a tsunami is building

On the horizon a huge wave rears it’s head

The walls of my haven start to crumble

Shuddering with all the strain

I brace myself for certain impact

The Falling Tower at play again

The shackles that bind me

Are breaking apart

And like a shuttle re-entering earth’s atmosphere

I wonder if I can withstand the force

Of the prospective annihilation I fear 

All I can do is batten down the hatches nd ensure that my faith is strong

For no one can predict how this will end

It’s out of my hands and in God’s.

The Littlest Star

The sun and the moon

Had a terrible fight

The petrified stars

Could not shine that night

A thunderstorm

With lightening bolts

Because the sun got mad

His rays red hot

He burnt the moon 

And thus the moon waned

One of the stars

Supernovad away

The littlest star

Got caught in between

But she was too small

To intervene

She shone close to the moon

So the moon could wax

But the moon couldn’t maintain

It’s light and collapsed

Into a crescent

Barely there and dim

And then the moon fled

From the sun and hid

The littlest star panicked

Twinkled as brightly as she could

A desperate SOS 

To the celestial neighbourhood

Finally an Angel

Answered her call

And the littlest star

Explained it all

The Angel told her

She must speak to God

Only He could prevent 

A catastrophic flood

So the littlest star

Prayed to Him

And He agreed

He needed to step in

To ascertain why

The sun burst into flames

Was he bewitched?

Possessed? Deranged?

And he summoned the sun

To the planet Mars

To stand before Him

And be judged for the scars

He’d inflicted on the moon

To be held to account

To establish what

It was all about

The moon went mute

She was afraid of the sun

Only the littlest star

Could reveal what happened

But what a monumental task

Before God to stand

And expose the sun

For his heavy hand

Alas, the littlest star

Innately could not lie

She’d witnessed the sun’s antics

As he’d dominated the sky

She too had been scorched

By several of his flares

But of the consequences of testifying

She was scared

She was caught between

A rock and a hard place

Torn in two

She felt she might break

The burden was heavy

She couldn’t help but cry

She had no one to lean on

But she had to do what was right

As the Day drew nearer

She tried to gather strength

God was determined 

The sun would repent

And thus the clock ticks

The sand trickles through the glass

As they all wait on tenterhooks 

For justice to be passed.


I am myself

I belong to me

I don’t belong to you

I shall set myself free

You have no power

Over me anymore

I no longer love you

For my heart is sore

From being drained of blood

When you wounded me so

That I could not heal

Or stem the flow

As I haemorrhaged

From being cut open wide

Til my broken heart shrivelled

And almost died 

Til I could not breathe

From the searing pain

Til I could not cry

Like clouds wrung out of rain

Til I could not feel

For I’d turned to stone

A partial ice queen I became

For my blood ran cold 

And thus did it die

The bond that we had

The bond that had made me

Always come back

Severed now forever

For you killed a part of me

No pulse have I

When it comes to thee

Ever the ‘victim’

No remorse

No empathy

In denial, of course

Of what you really are –

A narcissist 

Well, I’ve survived thus far

Now you are dismissed.

The Crush Of Capitalism

Are we all but slaves

Hamsters on a wheel

Paid to run on a treadmill

That barely stands still?

Pounding away

Day in and day out

With our noses to the grindstone

Our spirits almost snuffed out?

Striving hard to keep

A roof over our heads

And provide for ourselves

Lest the streets become our beds?

The cost of living rises

Yet wages still stagnate

The ever moving goalposts

That stretch us til we break

Capitalism thrives

It’s machinery fuelled by greed

It chews you up and spits you out

Takes no prisoners, no reprieve

Perhaps it’s time to surrender

To bow out of the game

You gave it your best shot

But your sanity’s at stake

You want to live a little

Before you grow too old

You want to hold something back

Not sell your very soul

You’ve given it your all

But that was not enough

Time to cut your losses

It shouldn’t be this tough

You were born free

Not wearing a ball and chain

We all should work to live

Not live to work – it’s insane!

Not mortgage ourselves to the hilt

And commit to it for life

We shouldn’t have to pay

For basic, human rights

And don’t get me started on rent

Oh, pity the poor tenant

Held to ransom by landlords

Who prey on the dire situation

We’ll all be residing in boxes

Nay, coffins at this rate

Prices need to be capped

Before it gets too late

Before they bring back the workhouse

And incarcerate us there

For it seems that’s where we’re heading

With social housing scarce

I just want to be happy

To have enough to eat

I really can’t be arsed

With all this shit to compete

Just want to be warm and dry

Comfy in my bed

Just want a place to call home

Somewhere to rest my head

And the time to create and dream

To express myself and write

In a sanctuary of my own

Where I know I’m safe at night

With someone to snuggle up to

And share the ‘joys’ of this world

Just simple pleasures really

That shouldn’t cost the earth.


Left in limbo

Suspended in mid air

Swinging neither left nor right

The Hanged Man can but stare


Can’t make any plans

Or even act upon

My intense gut instinct

That currently burns so strong


The wheel is a-turning

Certain things must fall away

But the motion is too slow

And I’m stuck ‘til it shifts again


Patience never was

A virtue of mine

Impulsive I am

Once I’ve made up my mind


I long to break free

From the shackles I am in

But circumstance dictates

I must pause for the interim


Everything hinges

On what happens next

I await my opponent’s move

In this interminable game of chess


It seems we’re in check

But I pray not in mate

I may be a pawn

But it’s still not too late


The underdog can triumph

In spite of the odds

It’s not always the case

That prevails the law of sods


The universe must provide

If one plays by the rules

Adheres to its principles

Then no way can one lose


So I’ll bide my time

Meditate and pray

That the solution for my highest good

Ultimately comes my way.