Life is a strange thing: we’ve all been thrust into it without having much say, and sometimes events seem to be whirling around so quickly we hardly have time to breathe. The same as you, I’ve been around for a while now—and at times the happenings around me have compelled me to put them down upon paper, and whatever this digital ‘paper’ is.
An adrenaline rush
from your stomach
to your head – soaring
Pent-up tension
needing to evaporate
but instead
it just keeps rising, pushing
boiling, steaming
needing to
get out.
Is it love? Affection?
Or more,
a kind of anger,
frustration?
They say you should breathe
“count to ten”
or whatever.
Does it really work
if you’re
suffering?
My beard has grown long,
many protein-made appendages;
it was quite a bodily throng.
We can listen to Dire Straits
and scribble on tree derivatives.
We have not yet met our fates
and we shouldn’t see our relatives.
This is a time for family unity
except, from a distance
and perhaps worshipping a deity.
It provides much-needed resonance
in a house, now a community.
Meet your friends, can you not;
only through a digital medium
can you see their untidy cot
while they’re playing games marked “freemium”.
Who knows how long this will last;
at least I’ve got time to fantasise
about all the ladies I’ve made aghast.
I sat on a great big carpet,
feeling like I was on a movie set.
With all the bright lights,
and the actors in fights
over who was the most in debt.
When the leaves fall from the sky,
you feel like you want to cry.
But you must never forget
That the right mindset
can really make you fly!
I just want to hug her so tight
and tell her that everything’s gonna be alright.
It’s a time when words are devoid of meaning
You don’t have to say anything
She is such a beautiful sight.
Life is like a rose;
it certainly gives you its blows.
Or maybe it’s like an onion
But that’s just my opinion.
The meaning of it, no-one knows.
What is love?
It takes the shape of a dove;
A chemical reaction
creating immediate action.
A mystery, is love.