Friday, March 31, 2017

The Spectators

The all important ball is right next to his shiny boots
Not a single tyrannous marker is standing in his way
His way is as clear as purified water to the naked eyes
No mountains, no gullies, as any true plain could be 
Even the goal posts are surely at his mercy alone

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

My Cake My Cake

Oh my cake, nibbled, and left in such dereliction?
Standing in ruins, a derelict castle in desolation
Carelessly scratched, defaced and left depleted
With barbarity vandalized, hacked and ransacked
The glory is all gone and now left impoverished 
In desperate tatters like a soul that is malnourished