drowning in my own stupidity

Stupid:

same as it ever was

Memories make themselves
follow carved paths
a bob-slay rides it out to the end
As they bandage you up, you lie there
wondering how it came to this.

My confidence is smattered.
The love game
I know it.
One follows one leads.
Trust is paramount
once broken



Dad.
Neither a borrower or lender be.
Don't do as I do, do as I say,
If you don't get up you won't get breakfast.
Go ask your mother.






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apology

I am always apologising for who i am
not for any sin i might have committed

love is something that
I wear on my sleeve
the front runner of my desire
I have no apologies for it
yet truth is hidden deep
under solid skin

Morning Meandering Musings

How can I make sense when my references are faded chaos
Copper water under sepia bridges sooth the dark shadows
of the
all too
shimmering light.
I count seventeen pillars arching under a busy monoxide bridge
blending old with new where carriages once rattled,
and cattle were prodded gently to market day.
As these images start to fade I wake back into the everyday
where the hooded gulls fight over a scrap of bread,
and the geese waddle comically in single file along
the new concrete promenade looking through side eyes
as if I was the one who took away their muddy bank.
I don't worry about these oblivious birds but for the likes of me
who in a fraction, don't how to take the right action
so over-whelmed by it all, who tumble and fall in an emotional abyss
that this all too quiet life, that these are the only words coming from
a world spent attempting and failing to make sense.