Loud voices filled the air
as exuberant youths spoke.
One drove the car at full speed,
breaking rules of traffic,
showing off his skills,
Seeking the thrill
felt in the movies
was his wish.

A reckless moment
carved by the speed demon,
caused life to screech to a halt
and blood splattered
like a messy art.

Then the silence settled in
where the car has crashed off road
and souls wept over young bodies,
completing a night of folly.

Pessimistic. Referendum 2014 - SCOTLAND

One more day, the Runes are cast.
One more day, then peace, at last.
Which politicians told most lies?
I doubt we’ll ever know.
But who would curb my Scotland’s rise
Had best lie low.

Freedom is our Northern light,
It brings a luminescence bright.
Some comfort in the autumn’s chill,
As leaves are slowly turning.
We must accept the voters’ will,
Yet feel the salt tears burning.

The act of walking.

1. Barrack and Melville Street

Buoyant and flinging off the clinging vestments of town, heart pounding and now top head throbbing bobbing up the hill burning thighs afire, forced to wait at traffic lights, then still, then onward past that place -hello gorgeous and breathing so heavy that it betrays a death rattle, the battle of wounded lung, spun phlegm and coughing up he goes, panting and palpitating - bugger the top too far.Near as damn it as near as I'll get.

tried these violent needs
anticipation of affect
the rage the dark
that raises like the voices

deep into waves of great anticipation
the voice murmurs
catch words throttled out
choked on dryness
and trembling legs
the twitching middle

the hitching heart
swollen
in tides
while shadows
of sun on the edge
stray ribbons of
motion
across the white
sand madness

reconcile a want
so wide
like a dance
that soothes
from inside

ashbrook stroll the wars go out blood less
only to conceal blood haberdasher
dressed with negro catacombs. Niagara cataracts
the executioner slashes one limb dribble
sells it to the trader necro
our future child's postmortem
opium mothers are glad they came tame.
financial starvation as a weapon
like defacto and dejure abrasions
first said watch-dog eradicating concern
parliamentary trial DE-riquor echelons
slums deter tether mead's
giving amputee's a new lease of legs

Every evening
I love to relax
glass of whiskey
in hand
in front of the TV

It gives me great
pleasure
to watch Arnab Goswami
tearing into
corrupt politicians
asking them tough questions
which
sends them into
into a mad spiral

No answers
are to be expected
only prevarication, lies,
deceit and denial

Can she just live forever. She's my best friend. You're not allowed to take her. She has to watch Dani grow up like she watched Trinity and I grow up. She needs to spoil Dani like she spoiled us. She needs to rub Danis face as she lays in bed with her at night. She needs to watch her grow up. She needs to see Trinity, Dani and I grow into beautiful women. She needs to get better. I love you with all my heart Nana. Kayla Marie

Sun baking slightly on my skin.
As I walk alone upon a naked morning beach
I looked and saw not one human print,
Only those that were left by me.

Then I notice there was writing in the sand.
A language I did not understand.
I tried hard to figure what language this could be.
A lone Seagull landed five feet in front me.

I realized then,
That it was nature's way of revealing its thoughts
Which were left by winged fowls
Upon a desolate beach.