Some Music to Match the Rain (Poem)

Some Music to Match the Rain (Poem)

The evening
Comes to an end
As I lay in bed
Waiting
For the word,
The line
And the scent
Of one
Particular woman

Add some music
To match
The rain

The night
Is
Still
Very
Young.

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The Narrow Straight Line (Poem)

*This is probably not that good, but it felt good to write it… I don’t know

Reliving lessons
Time and time again
Stance first
Then steps
Work from the center
Trust your past self
And the future you
Pick a line
Stick to it
Don’t fuck up.

I’m patient
But I’m not patient
Trying
To provoke things
Without being pushy
Wont dare to step on your toes
But can’t stand
To stand still

Trust my heart
But save it’s grace
If you feel it then you feel it
It you don’t, you don’t
Do something with that
Or do something else

So I’ve told

A few times too many.

Now I’m trying to save my head
And going out of my way
Not to disintegrate
The ethics
I held till this day

But the waiting game is here

and nearly

Too much for the nerves

Threading the narrow straight line

Keep your head right
Trust your past self

Find a way

Three AM Poetry (poem)

It’s 3AM
And I want to send you a text
Be that guy
For once
Only once
But I’ll be the asshole
Who turns this into a poem instead.

Seems like a lifetime ago
Since we spoke
Of your skin
On my skin
And the shape of your neck

I have that need
To skin my teeth
Gently
Into the edge of your thigh
And remember
How much you enjoyed it

Tried to forget
The way you prance
And moan
But nothing does it

Been waking in the middle of the night
Every night
For months at a time

Tonight is no different

3 Am and nothing does it
I force myself back to sleep
Dreaming
Thinking
Then 4
And 6 too
I give up and get up

Your skin
And your smile
The shape of your hips
And thighs.

Coffee’s ready by 6h30
I try to shake it off.
And get some breakfast going

“Fuck…”

A Welder’s Son (poem/song)

A Welder’s Son

I am a welder’s son
Whose mind wandered
And found itself a home
In the word
And the way
People
Talk to each other

(Chorus) But I am a welder’s son.

I am a welder’s son
And every now and then
I need to remind myself
Of the hard, hard labour
Of the hardest craft in the world
One of them
At least

(Chorus)

I am a welder’s son
Whose life wandered
Beyond
The machines
Beyond the massive
Weight of steel
The blinding arcs
And the burn of torches

(Chorus)

I am a welder’s son
But there is a life beyond it
He has earned it for me
Lived it for me
And now I share words
With the world

But I am a welder’s son

I am a welder’s son.

The Humbling of the Climb (poem)

The Humbling of the Climb (Poem)

There is something
In the way you can’t cheat it
You can’t rage through it
You can’t clench your teeth
And power through

There is something deeper to it
It forces you to look inward
If forces you ton listen for a change

Listen
To yourself
Your strenght
Your balance
Your body
Your centre

And the centre is everything
It reaches into courage
And self trust
As you start to hang
More and more
At angles that defy logic
At the very tip of
Your fingers
and toes
And it feels like
Everything is about
To snap
But you breathe
And you hold

You hold

It forces you to think
And plan
And move in new and impossible ways.

It humbles you
Trully.
It humbles you like nothing else
As gravity
I now know
Is a strong deterrent
For pride

You will fall
And hurt yourself
Feel your arms
Lock and block
Feel your back ache
Till you can’t climb no more

And then that very last attempt
Sure
But just for fun
There is no winning this one
And you knew it
There’s a little bit of ego
Obviously
But isin’t it part of the game as well?

And then she calls you
Back to the ground
You have nothing left in you
In the best way possible.

So you smile
And look at the wall
Or the cliff
For a new path
Or a way
And yourself.

“I’ll get you next time.”

And don’t forget
To say your thanks.