A Life in the Day of

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Eyes flutter open, seeing with light afresh

Unveiling visions

Sparkling with early dew

 

Pure and clean, untainted by the day to come

Crisp, sharp air

Nature’s heady brew

 

Hitting mid morning with spring-heeled leap

The child has no pride

He’s just along for the ride

 

Lessons learned and hurdles jumped

That first real feeling

Of battling the tide

 

The Mid-day sun brings heat and passion’s flame

Playing along with the game

And those first pangs of shame

 

Chasing memories while the energy is fresh

Marking your territory

And staking your claim

 

Stealing smiles across the afternoon

As the day peaks

And time inexorably leaks

 

Accelerating forward

Turning minutes to hours, hours to days

And days into weeks

 

Then eventide to bask in the glow

Make sense of the day

Take pride in your stock

 

Remembering the air, the light

The heat of the fight

Looking back to when you walked that walk

 

As the shadows take over

And the darkness grows

That’s when true nature shows

 

A legacy of what we shared

As the light fades

And the night forces the day to a close

 

Billy 10/3/17

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Keep Dreaming

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I remember a time
When I associated drive
With the shark’s need to keep moving
If it wants to stay alive
And that was what made me strive
I honestly believed
That somehow 
This bollocks
Was the formula to thrive
Pick a direction
Go with the flow
Wear all the trappings
Status on show
Swallow your pride
And forget all you know
Be a good mushroom
Stay in the dark
And we MIGHT
Let you grow
But try burning brightly
You’ll be blinded by the glare
Extinguishing the industrious spark
To be replaced
With that thousand yard stare
As it dawns
That there’s been too many dawns
And here you are
Still a spare
No chance of this cat ever getting the cream
Not after a life
Of reaching for the prize
But only ever catching steam
The dream may work out for some
But for others
It’s only ever a dream
Time
The hunted beast
Was mine to kill
To toy with and use
To gorge on ’til I’d had my fill
But time is a stalking horse
And it never really did stand still
 
Billy 25/02/17

The Light of Leah Little Legs

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Her laughter sparkles with a golden shimmer
Even the dog smiles
A sound that visits with a draining delight
Brings a warming light
Like a fireball chasing the gloom
A dervish whirling
Through every corner of the room
Finding memories scribbled on a wall
Of an earlier time
When sunshine came round to call
And a reminder of times yet to play
Nature’s cure for the creeping years
And eternally creeping grey
Lines on the corner of eyes
Pointing like an arrow at that spark
Highlighting the light inside
Instead of the years they had begun to mark
A living, breathing elixir
A spiritual lift
A Granddaughter
Life’s greatest ever gift
 
Billy 11/12/2016

Outside looking in

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Been out here so long
It’s become home
Lost,
And always on the roam
A tree
That never sprouts new shoot
How do you fruit?
If you can’t take root?
A view
Of what I see on the inside
No spark
Like a life of being along for a ride
A life
That belongs to mothers
Sons and brothers
And significant others
But never me
Cursed by feeling free
And unable to see
Just who I need to be
Looking for a niche
My own song
A chorus of longing
To belong
To engage like a gear
Cogs entwine
Toe society’s line
Their World turning mine
A way back to the fold
Seeking gold
Empowering and making bold
…. Even just a flame to hold
Flickering … Hope
Burning somewhere deep within
A new chapter
Waiting to begin
A desire
To just look myself in the face
Find my saving grace
And a way back into the race

Billy 14/11/16

It does exactly what it says on the tin

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I’m the sum of my parts
The result of my whole
I wear the scars
Of every missed goal
A life you can read
In the lines on my face
I don’t do “hidden depths”
Those are wasted space
If I’ve lived it, it’s there
Right out on display
In the tones of my voice
In the things that I say
Lessons I have learned
Causes I have fought
Truths I’ve discovered
Lies I have bought
A collection of being
All wrapped up in me
There is no illusion here
I am what you see

Billy 5/10/16

Middle Age

Do I look as though I’m balding? Coz my heads a little cold
and what’s happened to my belly? It never used to fold 
Has someone pinched one of my lungs? I’m always out of breath
And when did we move to the arctic? I’m gonna catch my death

Has someone broken the mirror? My face don’t seem to fit
And what’s this on my chest? I’m a bloke? but it feels like a tit
Whats with all the grunting? when I’m trying to stand up?
And when did I start to get pissed off when someone used “my cup” 

While were on this subject, when did my hair get grey? 
and when did footy move to TV? from the pitch where I used to play
When did my arms get too short? for me to focus on a book
And when did I start having to guess? instead of taking a closer look

Iv’e come to a realisation, it’s come as a bit of a shock
I’m nothing like the bloke, who used to put on my socks
I’m nothing like that agile young man i was 20 years ago
I wonder what I’ll be like in another 20 or so ????

 

Billy 4/11/13