What am I without you

A shell of a former being

Not dead but then not quite alive

A horse without a rider

A car without an engine

A house without a roof

Walking about invisiable to myself

Those around me swirl in an opaque curtain

Knowing they are there unable to make out shape or form

I visualise you by feeling

By emotion

Picking out parts in an old time movie

Miming the dialouge

A line less actor

A dream thats lost in the space of time

Those that Fell

On grassless fields

Never concealed

Men of war count, those that fell

In battle the smell

Dense in the air

Of the dead and wounded that fought with flair

Fallen for a cause dear to hearts

Brothers in arms no longer apart

Blood flows as a morning dew

Looking towards a sky so blue

Young and old matters not

Wounded and dying they lie and rot

Rotting in the futility of war

Fierce and bold

In the morning cold

Took on an army 20000 strong

it was a lucid day

firm and elated sunshine fell on all

and i swore that when i turned

around to look for that tug on my

soul

i could see the back of my head

through the crowd

plying above the average man

looked down through the legs and

shoes that swarmed and slithered

around me

looked back but i was gone

and even then my words on

my lips were silent

what would I say??   elaborate

or engaging

Log out log in

The internet puts your head in a spin.

Cookies are not the kind to eat

As you move about that uncomfortable seat

Pop up and adds are such a bane

Sometimes they drive you quite insane

And when you search for what you need

Its keeps on searching and takes no heed

You end up somewhere quite obscure

Within yourself there is no cure

6 mega bites is a lot of speed

Some might say your full of greed

But that’s a price you have to pay

To be technologically sound they say

Carrie Ann

Was a ladys man

In fact was a man not a woman.

Confussion in gender

Hormones in a blender.

Man by daylight

Woman by night

Raging testerone

Confusing Estrogen

Seeking desperately to mix a blend

Trying hard to make amends

Being what others want

Putting up with others taunts

Never being who she really knows

Wearing dresses that that ebbs and flows

Carrie Ann is a ladies man.

Whats in a verse

Do you read it forward or in reverse

Are you blinded by rythme

Is it a good time or a bad time.

Have you set the mood

Is it being understood

Or are you fake

And take

The meaning out of context

What would you expect

And what if any respect

Do you give the writer

Who plainly struggles

Sometimes in a muddle

to put round pegs into square holes

for ever going round an endless pole

As the gift of writing is for personal joy