Will I Make March

My personal plan with WordPress expires in March 2019 and I’ve already had the hassling emails about price increases etc (well technically you now have to pay for the domain on top of the plan, which in my books is basically a price increase).

So though I may have 200 followers, only 20 odd are active and I’m not sure I want to fork out that amount to continuously spout bad Poetry from the mouth of a bipolary. If there’s a free plan I can default to in March I’ll stay, if not we’ll I guess my Web page precence that first started in 1999 comes to an end. To think I once live streamed to 60,000 music fans. How the world turns.

Will I miss it. Probably not. I have made something more precious than net infamy, something that can’t be quantified or packaged and sold. Nor will I let it be indexed here.

{Third week without a cigarette to}

Peace D

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Rules of Engagement

There, in ink and sweat we set our rules of engagement. Honour bound and sacrament.

Then in the raging fire your bore a break, to every line, to prove your feigned stake.

You rattled my armour, melted my plastic soldiers, but if this thing we have dies, it’s on your shoulders.

Maybe it’s just been so long that you thought the rules of engagement had changed, time may pass but my vowels cannot be rearranged, for a convenient future … where you upstand in the platinum reign.

D December 2018

Between you and me….

It is not worth remembering, the way you moved the walls, bent the halls, stood so tall… Over me.

I know you can lash out at any time and make me know pain, from insane to sane and back again. Your credentials hold but I do not wain.

I’m heading straight to fortress, the trees make my buttress, you can scorch the land, turn my body to sand…

… But you don’t see my old man watching me from up there, bringing me peace and making it fair.

Keep your faith rooms, while I’ll just keep the faith.

D November 2018

Birthday Revolution

It’s my birthday and I have had a great day. As I continue my kick back against digitization I will be now posting my poetry this way. I’ve swapped my keyboard for a fountain pen, my digital camera for a 35mm Nikon, my smart phone for a dumb phone (phone calls and messages only), ordinance survey and a compass instead of Google maps and many other small changes where I benefit from the off grid world and the online beast that seems to be devouring the planet. Mentally I feeling really good, I even go out now without a phone at all! Something that probably hasn’t happened since the 90s. I still use the big PC and tablet at home but hey, it’s always been easy to follow someone home so these two devices knowing where I live I don’t give an arse about.

I feel happy, I feel safe and I have my family. What more could you ask for on your birthday. I’m a very lucky man.

Peace D

Tender Words

It’s seems like months, maybe years, since you looked at me without holding back the tears.

All it took was for you realize that just because I’m up or down or running around the garden in a dressing gown. Underneath the madness the spark of your love was still there and in my heart that shard never stopped the caring bound. And in my head your thoughts rang so loud.

I loved you then, I love you now and how ever far my mind wanders I will always be yours. I’m just sorry my love is hard and I spend a lot of time kicking myself to the floor.

D April 2018