Hangover

The relaxation and comtemplativeness I get with hangovers is a state I enjoy. One of the reasons I’m drinking more.

26

Introspective of the year just gone
Recent past dominates its end

The smiles and the hugs gone by
the love
are never forgotten
excitement of trying new things
facing up to demons
discovering who I am

They weave a half life
one side of a coin
My anniversary
Celebrates heads and tails
Living through love and loss
the growth of a man.

Mother.

It was a big thing showing my pieces to Mum due to how personal some of them are, but she liked it and its boosted my confidence.

A New Level.

I’m strongly thinking of taking my pieces to the next level. I’m looking to do some readings and I’ll be showing my Mother my work which is a scary prospect. I think this is something I want to do.

August’s Water

I wake to hear the rain
beating on the tin roof
Sit on the steps
with coffee and a smoke
Exhaling ghosts
who haunt me when I slumber
The cat shakes off
the cold air from her fur
She goes inside
and I remain with August’s water
As it pours down
on top of where I shelter
I am enamoured
with the past, present, future
What I’ve done, I’ll do
affects what I’ll become
Am I a man of fragments
or a jigsaw?
A million pieces
of the same blue sky
I think its time for me
to be alone now
With you at arms length
to protect my punching bag heart
Should there be honour among friends
or am I foolish
Put on my coat and scarf
for the last hurrah
No more ups and downs
its time for a straight line.

Educated, Medicated Living

The balance was reached
now I’m capable of living
The balance was reached
and I can go on forgiving

Now I don’t believe
time heals all wounds
But I do believed
it comes down to my thinking

Its impossible to
decide upon feelings
Its possible to
deal with their affects

And I’m a man who tries
the best he can
doesn’t succeed always
Like a moon shining bright
obscured by the clouds
Shinin through the gap
illuminating as best I can

Having found my feet
they weren’t where i left them
With my new found feet
my confidence is rising

Rediscovering banter
I keep people in stitches
And through banter
I display modesty

For a man who tries
life is more fun
the challenges that come
are reveled is
As the clouds thin out
my shines brighter
When the rain pours down
it cleanses everything.

Déjà vu

I’m wondering if perhaps I’d be better off being alone.

To wit & engage

Banter I have with people is improving and I’m becoming increasingly comfortable talking to new people.

Restless slumbers

Bed is the place I’m most vulnerable. Trying to sleep I’m haunted. Noise drowns out my ghosts.

Relative Ways

The phone surveys about separated families and child arrangements have proved to be very emotional and harrowing. The work is fulfilling, but hard.