the storm has abated
the chaos subdued.
peace returns
to this place
that was so barren and cold.
I will unpack my angry words
neatly folding my struggles
and fears,
and with a bag full of fraility
I will slide this reborn hope into
a pocket full of dreams
and start the journey again

how have i managed to get lost
within my own life?
How strange.
The answers are fading
into the greyness
of this Saturday.
The next performance
starts in fifteen minutes.
The house will fill
and then empty.
The noise of company will retreat
but, will anyone see
the reality
of this space
that I occupy.
There is not much left now.
Very little to hold on too.
Oh well,
one more time
with feeling.....

Help me if you can
I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate
you being 'round.
Help me get my feet
back on the ground
won't you please
help
me

Dear John,
I am sorry that I have used your
words, but they are more than mine
and you say it 'all' far better
than I ever could.

scattered
remnants
discarded
memories
a once significant
self esteem
now lies
lonely
and useless.
where now
captain?
is the wheel
of our noble vessel
spinning uselessly
on it's pedestal?
are our sails
flapping,
pathetic,
in a ghost
whisper
of breeze?
Has life's colour
drained
into greyness
and monochrome?
I don't know...
I wish I could see
over this listless
horizon.

God help the man
who uses others
to enoble himself.
He who lives
through the applause
of his audience
will suffocate in
the silence
of empty halls.
alone,
centre stage
cobwebbed
fame announces
advancing decline.
I fear mediocrity,
I struggle with solitude,
petrified that
my best lies
well behind
in the shadows
of yesterdays past.
I seek
any opportunity
to perform,
desperate for approval,
desiring recognition
I strip myself of all
integrity.