The Wild Wind Blows

I hear it outside my window on the third floor,
Beating relentlessly at my window,
Like a savage boar
From distant tales of a continent below

In my mind I wander,
Cannot concentrate getting farther away
At simple things it takes a gander
Have to try and keep internal wildness at bay

Still I hear it beating
Beating like a drum against the fickle wall 
outside, while I'm in here a-thinking
Slightly heeding its' wild, wild call

Outside the wind it tempts me,
Wildness stirs within, caged by tamed flesh
This wildness no-one can see,
Tamed, encased in a body that acts as its' mesh 

No Country for Young Men

There they go again,
Like little pigs clambering to the sty
Continuing as this country's bane
As the youth cast a weary eye.

We are broken, we do not fight,
We just watch on as they fumble and stumble,
Grumble about past follies and continue
to make our country crumble.
To them we are the blight.

What's the point in blind hope,
Dreams get dashed.
They continue to garrotte,
We continue to get bashed.

This is no country for young or the old,
The weak, the hungry or the cold.
These are the people you cajoled,
Our honour you did not uphold.

Callous

Nerves frayed,
Nervous.
Worst card already played,
Callous.
Heartless Machine,
Wilderness beckons.
Wandering libertine,
Take the long path alone

Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul

Eyes are the windows to the Soul,
I've studied you,
And I found you to be cold
I wait for my cue

I have made you presume
That I don't have a clue
My intellect will hit you like a sonic boom,

Foul creature your soul is rotting,
I see it through your wikid eyes,
As I spent my time jotting,
Your innocence I don't buy

Look into my soul,
Look what your doing,
My soul is dark, deep and pure,
Tinged with despair but adapting
Not to give up to the lure.

Fields in Memory

The January bite is in the air,
The house is lonely
The lonely fields occupied by cows,
The sheep go around without a care

We wait in hope now
For himself to come home
The woman lone

Pensive

Am sitting alone in the kitchen thinking,
On New Years Day,Two thousand and seven,
While my heart is still anguishing
But I will mot speak of it again,
Forget, forget, the mind
Forget.

Why I created this site

This is officially the sister site to this one. my hope is to publish some of my poetry that I work on at home in its own copy. As on my blog I put up other works by other poets that I enjoy reading, I wanted this soley to be a place online that you can sample some of my works, in contruction or those poems already finished that I am happy with

I have been writing poetry since I was 15 years of age