Indeed...

...it has been a while again.  Concentrating on my current writing project, holding down a full time job and getting through the everyday trials of life has meant I have neglected my blog unfortunately. 


As my current project /two zero one four' is now coming to an end, I thought I would reflect on it.  I began it as a way of pushing myself to have to write every day...the nature of the project was basically a diary but in poetry form.  With this respects, it has succeeded and I believe I have written some of my best work and have improved my writing and really thought about what I am attempting to get across with my words.  But...I have found that I repeat myself a fair bit.  I think the reason for this is just the mundane nature of life sometimes...get up, go to work, come home, have tea, go to bed and then do it all again.


I am still very proud of what I have done so far and with a matter of weeks till it is complete, look forward to reading it as a whole.


It is what comes next that is really getting my excitement boiling though!!!  My first proper novel!!!  A project I began last year as a rough outline and a project which is not only the sequel to my self published book 'Love Or Suicide and the Life In between' but also an honest and open outpouring of the darkest period of my life so far.


Anyway, a few treats below from 'two zero one four' - see you soon!!

31^st October

all you need is six lines

part 31

so did I emphasise the detail?

did I bring all the sins of emotion?

do you need more than six lines

to dig through the piss and shit,

six lines bleeding with hurt and pain,

six lines breathing with life and death…did I?

1^st November

Questions

Don’t dare question what you are not willing to change,

your thin honour wants to be part of this world

but it isn’t willing to help it; a stab in the back.

 

Ignoring the suffering,

complaining about the lack of luxury

in your world of comfort,

not even realising the strings…

 

…black, infinite, unbreakable.

 

The endless cycle of hushed tones,

guessing this and that,

putting too much faith in stories,

putting too much faith in words,

putting too much faith in men.

 

And so you end up running away from you

instead of facing the piss and shit.

You end up accepting the strings dangling

with swaying menace and control.

Watching innocence pay the price,

listening to the wrong answers

and mourning the wrong people…

…universal hope is never too far away.

 

Can you set yourself free?

Can you cut the strings?

Can you?