I stand atop this pinnacle of stone as all I know floats in a rising tide around me, rising higher, once forgotten memories pushed far to the bottom of my soul now raised like some monster shipwreck, bobbing in the rising swells of my mind. The distant glow of what the world used to mean sputters like a dying flame in the winds of oblivion. All you hold dear will crumble, shatter in a rain around you, a mess of worn out party fiends, no momentum left now, you reap what you sow. A generation of mess-heads always eager for the next fix but oh so reluctant to pay with anything but their souls, sold to the neon gods for the highest bid, the promise of a better night and a darker tomorrow. The shattered dreams of a thousand drunken d...

I’m not human or machine I’ll suck your house clean out of food. I cause tension and disgust Because you know that I must be fed well. I’m not bothered what I eat Just so long as it’s not meat as I’m veggie. I’m a gobbling, consuming entity A monster mouth who likes his treats I am a Foodie! This is quite an old poem I wrote a while back.  Some what bizarre, not technically great but I like the images.

The new cereal from Lloyds TSB Will give you wings and set you free One bowl every morning will make it sure That your credit rating will be nice and pure It’ll clense debit and credit cards Stop constipation, make it hard For generous spending to take its place For the greedy wallets of the human race. Three bowls a day will guarantee Eternal love and frugality It’ll freeze your assets, posses your home Will ensure your life to be lived alone, You’ll be divorced and celebate, Your outlook will be desolate And all because Lloyds TSB Have introduced Credit Crunchies. I am trying to  have a go  at writing topical poetry, often my inspiration as very observational and reflective  which somewhats li...