Hope (2001)

Her name is Dolly,
Consumated by science,
In the name of life.
A wolf in sheeps clothing.

Jurassic Park dreams,
So many genetic themes.
What next? Jesus Christ!
Oh Lord! Help us!

Youth Differs (2004)

London(England)

All I see is hooded youth,
Hiding to be men.
Trusting in god to be gold,
And all else that glitters.

Durban(South Africa)

All I see is hoodwinked Youth,
Forced to be men.
Trusting in glue not to be cold,
and all else that sends shivers

I wrote this after having lived in London for 2 years, noticing the difference in problems that belie youth from a 1st world country to that of youth in South Africa. Having lived there I often questioned the bottomless pit of money with regards to benefits and all sorts of government handouts there. I arrived in this country, had no job and was offered a credit card with a £1000 credit when I opened my first bank account, excuse me ? lol! Thankfully I held out:) I guess it was a sign of things to come, that was 2004 before the credit crunch.

In All Ernest - Farewell to Arms (2002)

A soldier with no sobriety,
Stories of drinking notoriety.
I chuckle each page I turn.
How much can one man burn?

Dictionary by my side,
I decipher this alcoholic scribe.
Could this be about war and glory?
Or simply, drinking manual with background story.

Sad Love (2003)

Who needs make-up,
When I've got you.
You love the look,
Of me black and blue.

Who needs to wake up,
When I've lost you.
You'd love the look,
Of me white and blue.

Love Odyssey (2003)

Hey Miss Chatroom lover,
My insignificant other.
Typing in your virtual feeling,
Expecting some sexual healing.

Hey Miss Foxy Lady/Angel Eyes,
Tall, busty and wonderful lies.
Double clicking the dating dance,
Hoping for on-screen romance.

Penning For Her Thoughts(2005)

Wherever I am- I find you in the crowd,
You’re always their - never let me down.
Some simple trait you did possess,
Or in some manner- you used to dress.

I look around for someone new,
But all I see in them - is you.
Am I holding on to a life once past,
Or just hoping for one last gasp.

I often try to live my reality,
Then cheesy movies move my memory.
Often relating to stupid dialogue,
Singing sappy songs along the monologue.

I’ve constantly let you down,
Almost always never been around.
Yet now you stalk me,
Questioning my sanity.

Yet when I want to think of you,
It’s then you desert me.
Or is it just me,
Doing the same to you?