The smile may say it
Gleaming eyes would suggest it
But joy is short lived

Crimson Tears

 I didn’t believe
 Wouldn’t accept
 Couldn’t agree
 Had to reject
 But I was so wrong
 For all those years
 As you, my dear
 Cried crimson tears

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False Grandeur

Something stirs beneath my feet!
The Earth flexes,
Stretching its epidermis,
Shaking the foundations of civilisation.
Has all we have accomplished
Been built on nothing more than a layer
Of something far greater?
Is our majesty and grandeur so illusory
As to mean nothing in the greater scheme?
A chill wind, the breath of the world,
Shoots past and through me
And I know the answer is yes.


Cornelius was a polite little boy
He loved his parents with all his heart
Visited his grandparents every day
Cared for his pet Jack Russell as though it was human
He was even good at school
His teachers raved about how well he did
What a helpful schoolboy he was
How they wished every child was like him
“If the Earth was full of children like Cornelius
The world would be a better place”
They all would say
Cornelius’s outer facade confirmed all this
He was graceful, for a boy
Incredibly good natured, for a boy
Slim, for a boy
Had beautiful raven hair, for a boy
And that was why he waited everyday
Lurking at his bedroom window during all his spare time
He was scheming
He was planning
He was concocting
Cornelius was waiting for the stork he’d heard so much about
Waiting to pounce and give it what for
You see, Cornelius had been a mistake
He was not a boy at all
Not in his own mind, but a girl
And one day, when chance favoured him/her
He would make good his escape from his/her enforced world
Come back again, correct in the making
If he couldn’t capture his nemesis
Well, the nice Cornelius
Kind Cornelius
Gentle and clever Cornelius
Would get very, very angry indeed
He’d/she’d see what the world said about him/her then
They’d all see

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Masks Image

I never really knew her
I know that now
She hid beneath a veneer
A falsity of expression
What really went on
Behind those doll’s eyes
That impassive facade
Only she knew
Her incredible beauty
Provided the distraction
The likes of I succumbed to
It was all a masquerade
And I fell for it
But, I don’t care
I love her still