Saturday, 23 January 2010

Poetry 23/01/2010

His heart is broken, his leg's not,
So he'll walk a walk,
Walk like the Kings of Yore, walk
Like the saddened, orphaned child,
He'll walk - and some might say;
There's a child that few ever begot.


Friday, 1 January 2010


The whole of last year, I saw everyone hung up over something or the other - hung up over love, over deceit, over vice, over loss, sometimes even over the lack of loss. So a new year to you, to all of you saddies out there - I didn't include 'happy', because it may not be a 'happy' year but it is new - and that's got to count for something. A new year to you all.