Boughton Lane
Just past the hedge along Boughton Lane,
Is a deep woodland protected from the rain.
As beautiful as the bluebells which grow just inside,
Was a place a little deeper where a creature likes to hide.
Not a badger, a fox, or any of the rest,
But something else with intentions I can’t suggest.
People had once attempted hunting it down,
Only one returned with a disturbing frown.
Because such a woodland is rendered inhumane,
Avoid going past the hedge along Boughton Lane.
2nd June 2007




Our Nature
For the Mice in the lab the future is bleak,
A life in the wild is what they seek.
Bears and Elephants are forced to entertain,
while others are merely driven insane.
White Siberian Tigers are forced to interbreed,
But their beauty distracting, so few pay heed.
Passenger Pigeons once flocked the land,
Drawn to extinction by human hands.
Racoons and Minks are skinned alive,
Waiting their turn, rest pray not to survive.
Baby Seals are clubbed to death,
Not always once before their last breath.
Pheasants and Deer shot merely for leisure,
The loss for their young, one can’t measure.
Foxes are hunted for disturbing fun,
If not that, are fated to the gun.
Many are unmentioned so I could go on,
How long will it be before they’re all gone?
11th May 2007




Morose's Mind [Taken from 'Tribal']
Around the forest some creatures dwell,
And a barrage of darts until they fell.
Rumour says I stand alone,
The one with a cruel mouth sewn.
And pupil-less eyes which always glare,
Looking into them none can bare.
I walk beneath the trees and moon,
While playing the flute, a chilling tune.
And when one does see me without a mask,
The heart does stop, your life does pass.
In this rainforest few have faith,
They can avoid such a horrible wraith.
Updated 11th May 2007.




Darkness
Alone in a room, I finally awake!
To find my lamp flickers to failure.
Bitter darkness, my only companion,
I fall to despair
I cannot see, I cannot feel
The atmosphere now owns me.
The irony of it all.
Desperate, I crawl around,
Perhaps I can find a match,
Light, heat, an ember
And finally when it strikes
I blow it out again.
Feeling around in the darkness
I step nearer, but it gets darker
"Is this it?"
I’m lost ,
I reach out for a door.
A door they say leads to light
Moments before I open it
From one world to the next
I feel a grasp pulling me back
Away from the edge, a woman
She gave me a key to other doors
I never knew were there.
7th April 2007




Shore
Near the shore, you remember the first time?
Towards the ocean you walked ahead
Your vision was lost, even when in mine
Today you were someone else, you said
"Here it's all too clear. It's you, not me, I did try"
Your sting I couldn't understand
Maybe the sun was blinding, as your eyes
They didn't follow as I left deep in the sand
Now, with your ocean, you look astrand.
23rd February 2007




Art
Artists! They seem to understand all concept
We know on occasions they lie
What they complete has no meaning, except
A suggestion to reality you hear no denies
Art is never what it will aim to seem
I sit back, I wonder if it really tries
This is something they won't redeem.
16th February 2007




Mother
I saw her lying on the bed, her face
As pale and cold as a winter slumber
It wasn’t her time to leave this place
A freshly cut rose with her, I did wonder
Why this bought a tear to define
Why did I leave your side?
You wouldn't have left mine
Is it I who has really died?
15th February 2007