I sometimes tweet a poem or two when im in the mood. The verses flow out one by one as i walk down the street or sit in a bus or before i sleep. Here are two recent ones.
The only complaint men have when they are free is that there is nothing to tie them down;
So into the realm of vice he frowned looking for reasons to stay on the ground.
Into the eyes of gollum; green bubbling fear and angry intent; so solemn,
On to the back of a renegade beast he leapt; to feast upon madness too morbid to mention.
Off down his street looking for danger; to the corner shop to buy him a Benson.
'Its just u and me my little white friend, i'll burn with you until you see the end,
Then i will stamp you upon the ground; my face no longer darkened with a frown,
and go home.'; the sweetness of friendship lies in its parting...
AT SLUMBER'S DOOR
Waiting for the last queen to fall,
Waiting for that siren call;
That tells the end of battle
Waiting for the rush to ebb away,
Waiting for the calmness to take away,
The seething musth inside;
Denying me paradise
Oh fair temptress please deny me,
Please turn away my silent plea,
For heartbreak is a trifle;
To the pain of possessing thee
We are but figures in a big paradigm,
We are but diggers in a grave of time,
We are certainly not complete;
But we loath to become free
We are paupers, ourselves, on mountains of gold,
We are but beggars but we have no bowl,
We expect the impossible;
And delude ourselves..
Now as my mind takes yet another leap,
And silence calls me to the solitude of sleep,
My escape route is here;
Slumber makes things clear
But before i go let me silently weep,
For a great love lost; beauty i won't get to keep,
But some things are bigger;
And beauty sometimes is a perilous trigger