Outages of the Brain

Sitting at a table,
Drinking coffee from a drunk looking mug,




Thinking there's something,
I've forgotten to remember...
Doh! These darn outages of the brain,
In the memory department,
Are annoying at times!
Mmm...
Outages of the brain,
In the memory department.
Gotta be a poem in that somewhere...
Better write it down,
Before the grey matter explodes,
Through lack of use of course.
Or is it over use,
Or just use?
It's at the right temperature,
For a brain.
The ambient air temperature,
Is bloody freezing!
Mug still looks drunk...
Oh well better put a memo,
Into the brain operations executive.
No more outages of the brain,
In the memory department,
To occur on or before 31 December.
After then who knows...
Damn!
What was I writing about?



J R A Gigney (13 December 2012)

Untitled #1

He stands in the shadows.
He hides in the mind,
Occasionally screaming words,
Into the dark melee,
Of a troubled mind.

His eyes sharply focus,
On the images in the mind.
He deconstructs,
And reconstructs,
Thoughts and fears,
Into mood altering,
Reaction provoking,
Tirades of self doubt,
With few happy moments.

He is the monster inside.
The dark creature that perches,
On shoulders weighed down by worry.
He is the devil that rises,
In the chaos of life.


J R A Gigney (29 November 2012)

Dark Eyes

Dark eyes smouldering,
Beneath soft lids.
Long eyelashes,
Dark and vibrant,
Radiating the eyes,
Like the rays of a cartoon sun.

They say they're lenses,
That look into the soul of a man.
Yet they reveal nothing.
Nothing that a look or glance,
Can reveal.
Showing no more than is necessary;
No more than can be shown.

The colour fascinates.
The shape and position,
Cause first impressions,
That should not stick,
But do.

There is power in those eyes,
Determination,
Strength,
Kindness.
It's hard not to fall for the person beneath.
It's hard to stay neutral.



J R A Gigney (29 November 2012)

What a Farce

What a farce!
What a farce!
PCCs, what a farce!
Low turnout,
Leaves no doubt,
It's a farce!



J R A Gigney (16 November 2012)

Mantra

I am allowed to be grumpy.
I have the right to say no.
I am allowed to love who I want to.
I am allowed to go where I want to go.

I am allowed to be happy.
I have the right to be free.
I am allowed to say what I want to say.
I am allowed to be me!



J R A Gigney (16 November 2012)

Ditty to nowhere

There's a little green eyed dog god,
On the isle of Borrydoo.
Where all the natives live,
Upon a diet of hamster stew.
And the women start to sing,
About the things that they can brew.

There's a dirty great volcano,
At the centre of that isle.
And to climb it,
Takes a while.
But all the men who've done it,
Have done it with a smile.

Now the little green eyed dog god,
Makes them worship at an altar.
And sing long songs,
From a psalter.
And in this,
They must not falter.

There's a little green eyed dog god,
On the isle of Borrydoo.
Where the natives live,
Upon a diet of hamster stew.
And the women start to sing,
About the things that they can brew.


J R A Gigney (14 November 2012)

Grandpa in World War One

Stand

Stand.
Stand and watch.
Stand and listen.
Stand and talk.
Just stand.
Stand and clap.
Stand in silence.
Stand and shout.
But stand,
And be better for it...


J R A Gigney (12 November 2012)

Silence

The great bell tolls.
A gun fires.
Still the tolling of the time,
Then silence.
Seagulls screech in ignorance.
Leaves and grass rustle,
In the cold breeze,
As watery sun rays,
Illuminate the red paper petals.
Silent tears are shed.
Drops of salty water,
Run down worn faces.
Faces that were once young.
Eyes that have seen horror,
Stare into a long gone time,
But still fresh in their memories.
A gun sounds again.
Trumpets sound.
The silence gone,
But the thoughts,
Still with those now gone,
Those forever young.


J R A Gigney (11 November 2012, 11am)

Dedicated to my Grandpa Duncan and all those who've fought in war through the ages and around the World...

Not All...

Not all vampiric creatures,
Are cold blooded,
Cold hearted killers.
Some drink only by consent.
Some don't drink at all,
Gaining their sustenance,
From other sources.
Some even retain their humanity,
Though by nature they're now,
Not human.
Legends don't concern them.
Superstition makes them curious.
The first lust for blood,
Can make the newly,
Reborn dangerous,
But they hardly ever succumb.
Their goal is to preserve human life
They will protect humans,
As long as they exist.
This is the time of the Diurferatu,
And the Nosferatu.
This is the time of the Blacklight.

Not all vampiric creatures,
Are cold blooded,
Cold hearted killers...

J R A Gigney (5 November 2012)

Remember x2

Remember, remember
The sixth of November!
And stop letting ruddy fireworks off!!!

:-)

Beware The Jolly Fat Man (a not so serious tale)

Beware the jolly fat man,
He's coming for you.
He'll eat you out of house and home,
And even eat you too...

He'll devour all your fizzy drinks,
Directly from the bottle.
And when he's finished doing that,
It's you that he will throttle.

His jolliness is but skin deep,
He's really rather bad.
He won't think twice in killing you,
That's really rather sad...

Beware the jolly fat man,
He'll stop your blooming life.
And when he's finished doing that,
He'll start upon your wife....

Muhahahaha!




J R A Gigney (5 November 2012)

Double, double...

Double, double toil and trouble,
Toast doth burn,
And baked beans bubble.
Eggs and bacon,
Porridge too.
Kids a-screaming,
A chaos brew.
Kettle boiling,
Teapot ready.
Cups and saucers,
Remaining steady.
Meal's a-starting,
Slapped on the plates,
Chomping sounds,
At quite a rate.
All of a sudden,
The meal is over,
Washing up,
No one's in clover.
Then everyone,
Is out the door.
Some hours later,
They're back for more.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Toast doth burn,
Spaghetti hoops bubble...


J R A Gigney (4 November 2012)

Inside...

I may look like I'm coping,
But inside I'm crying.
I may look fine,
But inside I'm crying.
The world outside slips by,
But inside I'm crying.
The sun shines on a cold day,
But inside I'm crying.
I still try to smile,
But inside I'm crying.
But inside I'm crying.



J R A Gigney (2 November 2012)

Remember...

Remember the love
That you once gave away;
That you held in your heart.
Do you remember that day?

Remember the feeling
Of affection for you;
Of complete attraction,
Between the two...

Remember the pain
That wells up inside;
That makes your gut twist,
And from which you can't hide.

Remember the thoughts
That shattered your mind;
That split you in two,
With words so unkind.

Remember the good things
That you have done,
Or that you have strived for,
Or that you have won.

Remember the love
That you'll always give,
And cherish its beauty,
So that you can live.

J R A Gigney (2 November 2012)

Watch me

Watch as my heart breaks.
Look upon me as I crumble.
Be aware that my arm shakes,
As I try to calm my mind and mumble.

Watch me as my mind goes.
Watch me walk and stumble.
Take my hand and guide me.
Make me feel so humble.

Watch me as my heart breaks.
Watch my life a-crumble.
Watch me as my body shakes.
Watch me walk and stumble.


J R A Gigney (31 October 2012)

The Watcher

He stands.
Rain falls,
Through stark artificial light.
He watches.
Watches the scraps below,
Fighting out their existence,
Clambering across each other,
Biting,
Scratching,
Killing.
Rain runs,
Through his long blonde hair.
And yet he watches,
Even as the water,
Stings his eyes.
The night has no fear for him.
It's dangers bring no chill.
Sleep does not encumber him.
In his world there is no sleep.
Yet those below,
Have no realisation of his existence,
No thought for his presence,
No heed of his protection.
He runs his tongue across his teeth.
Sharp,
Ready.
A scream!
He drops,
Drops to the floor,
Landing softly,
Quietly.
They don't know he's there.
A cough.
Heads turn.
Faces frozen in shock,
Weapons now trained to one point.
He stares impassively,
Knowing the outcome,
Knowing the consequences.
It ends as quickly as it began.
The attackers dead,
Wounded,
Or fleeing.
Their victim laying in a puddle,
Then gently carried,
To an emergency room.
He leaves silently,
And returns to his place,
High above the city streets.
The rain still falls.
The rain still falls...

Life in C#

I think I'll take life,
In the key of C-Sharp.
There should be no lyre,
And also no harp.
A good trumpet section,
And woodwind will do.
Some Violins and cellos,
Can all join the queue.

No atonal music that blurps and farts.
No clanging or clanking,
Or stops and starts.
Just write something nice,
For the musical arts.

Oh and if you need lyrics,
Make sure they are good.
I've heard some down the years,
That would rot solid wood!

So I think I'll take life,
In the key of C-Sharp.
And I won't take the lyre,
But reconsider the harp,
For the musical feast
In the key of C-Sharp!


J R A Gigney (1 July 2012)

Don't Deny Me Music

Music makes you think,
And cry,
And laugh.

Music reminds you,
Of times that are happy,
Times that are sad.

Music heightens your emotions.
It can frighten, thrill, caress,
And comfort.

Without music I am nothing,
Like being without love.
Don't deny me that.
Don't deny me that...


J R A Gigney (1 July 2012)

Musical Madness

The musical madness has me in its grasp.
It twists and turns my emotions,
Holds my strings,
Makes me gasp.

Each note,
Each chord,
Each rhythm,
Each phrase,
Drives me on,
Sends me on a coaster ride,
Tosses my emotions inside.

The musical madness has me in its grip.
Causes me to laugh and cry,
Makes my daily mask slip.
I slide into its joyous embrace,
Never wanting to leave,
Creating the soundtrack for my life,
Yet never seeing its true face.

The musically madness has me,
Ne'er let it leave...

J R A Gigney
(31 May 2012)

Soft Hands

With hands soft as silk,
Your skin I caress.
Your lips are of fire,
And there's love in your breast.

Your heart it beats fast,
This is a feeling so pure.
A touch of a soft loving hand,
Makes you right to feel sure.



J R A Gigney
(12 May 2012)

Limerick Numberr ??.1

A young man from old Walthamstow,
Down the Thames had decided to row.
But he did break an oar,
So he readily swore,
And also he hurt his big toe.



J R A Gigney
On the Occasion of the 200th Anniversary of Edward Lear's birth
(12 May 2012)

Limerick Number ??

There was a young man from Cold Norton,
Whose legs did increasingly shorten.
When they were but stumps,
He could do no more jumps,
That poor nice young man from Cold Norton.

J R A Gigney
For the 200th Anniversary of Edward Lear's birth
(12 May 2012)

Friend

Oh sit and cry,
Upon thy chest,
Or rest your head,
Upon my chest.

So kiss me,
If I be your friend,
And know,
I'll be there to the end.

Forgive my faults,
If me you love,
And then we'll end,
In heaven above.




J R A Gigney
(9 May 2012)

Dark Heart

Find me in the Dark Heart,
Don't delve into my mind.
Its darkness is without depths,
That is what you'll find.

Find me in the Fire,
With daemons all about.
Sitting on my shoulders,
In my ears they shout.

Find me in the Dark Heart.
Find me in despair.
Then leave as quickly as you can,
For you don't want to be there.

Find my soul in turmoil,
As my mind freaks out.
Find me at the junction,
Not knowing which way is out...





J R A Gigney
(8th May 2012)

The Protector

Atop the cliff it landed,
A shape so giant and dark.
It's cat-like eyes of orange,
Flash in the morning light.
It's teeth sharp as a sharks.
It watches the scene below,
And it waits.

This is a valley of chaos,
A time of the reanimated,
A time of the Living Dead.
Those who are survivors,
Daren't look up.
They don't see the Protector,
Perched,
Ready to strike.

The guns of the survivors,
Blast out in the morning air!
The moans of the defiled,
Lost in the constant screams of the bitten,
The eaten,
The dead reborn.

An almighty roar!
All look up in fear.
Atop the cliff the dark shape rises,
Rises to its full ethereal height.
It's leathery wings outstretched,
Silhouetted against the Sun.

Another roar of defiance!
It launches from its perch.
Swooping from its high point,
Swiftly descending in attack.
Survivors run in terror,
But them it does not touch.
Fire issues forth from its lips,
Burning the living dead,
Purifying the earth in its wake.
Ancient talons relieve the afflicted of their new life.
The living cheer it on!

As swiftly as it had begun,
It is over.
The Dragon has fulfilled its purpose.
It lands at town centre.
Roars of triumph,
Drown the jubilant cheers of the people.
Then majestically,
It spreads it's wings,
And lifts itself from the ground.
The living watch in awe,
As it circles around the town,
Then flies towards the sun lit cliffs.
There it lands to survey its work,
And after a while,
Leaves for its cozy lair.
To wait to be called again.
To wait patiently.

The Survivors begin to rebuild,
Thankful for their lives,
Grateful to their Protector,
Their Saviour,
Who returns to watch,
From time to time,
Sitting atop the cliff.
Silhouetted against the Sun...

J R A Gigney (4th & 5th May 2012)

Oh Phone Go Away!!!

"Okay! Phone this person." she said.
"I can't," I said.
"Why not?" she asked, "it's only a phone..."

It's only a phone...
A bloody phone!
A bleeping,
Blarping,
Farting phone!

It rings,
It causes fear.
I dial,
My nerves take over.
Who's gonna answer?
What do I say?
Will I breakdown?

OH PHONE GO AWAY!!!

Now they're mobile.
Now they're smart.
More to go wrong;
More to go fart!

Fucking phones!
I'm scared as hell!
Nasty calls;
Nice ones as well!

OH PHONE GO AWAY!!!!


J R A Gigney (30 April 2012)

Pharmaceutical Godzilla

Bring me the mood chiller,
The pain killer,
That pharmaceutical Godzilla,
That steering tiller.

Bring me the head thumper,
That mood bumper,
The cozy jumper,
That pharmaceutical de-lumper.

Bring me a mood I can choose,
One that will ooze,
Not one that will bruise,
Not one I can lose.

Hold me within your palm,
So I'll be calm,
Wrapped in your charm,
So I do no harm...

J R A Gigney (30 April 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Questions

Who does?
Who doesn't?
Who will?
Who won't?
Who should?
Who shouldn't?
Who can?
Who can't?
Who must?
Who mustn't?
Who's listening to this?
Oh! No one....

J R A Gigney (26 April 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Are You Ready To Go Back To...?

A ship lies on the ocean floor,
Its back split asunder.
The splendour of 100 years ago,
Encrusted,
Decaying.
The shoes of the lost,
Scattered around and spread wide.
The sight eerily beautiful,
A memorial to elegance;
A remembrance of a lost age.
Yet the wreck has its own grace,
Its own defining beauty in its decay.
Its name is imprinted in history.
A message to the future,
A warning from the past.
Remember it forever,
But let it rest in silence,
Until it is only a memory.
Its story told forever,
And cherished.
Remember those lost,
One thousand five hundred and three,
Heroic in their deaths,
Now part of a legend,
Now part of the sea,
Now part of the planet,
And the ship lies,
A magnificent headstone,
Silent,
Yet full of life,
The life of the creatures,
That weave their way through,
And settle,
And deposit,
And grow.

J R A GIGNEY (April 15, 2012)


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A Pancreatic Plea

Islets of Langerhans,
Do me a favour,
Make me some insulin,
So my food I savour.

I'm fed up with needles,
I'm fed up with pills,
The vials of insulin,
I'd throw to the hills.

So Islets of Langerhans,
Please do some work.
Make me some insulin,
Come on don't shirk!!!

J R A GIGNEY (15 April 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

The Jolly Fat Man

I'm The Jolly Fat Man.
I'm laughing all the time.
I laughed all through my heart attack,
That isn't such a crime!
I laughed all through angina.
Then they told me I must slim.
So I started on a diet,
And now I'm Jolly Grim!

J R A Gigney
(13 April 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

The True Love

Soft the moonlight on his skin,
Listen as his heart beats within.
This is love and is no sin.
This is the love you wanted.

Rest your head upon his chest.
Safe in the knowledge he loves you best.
Be at no other persons behest.
This is the love you've chosen.

Take his hand when he has woken.
Show him love that is unspoken.
Make sure that love can ne'er be broken.
This is the love that's true.

It is the love for you...
J R A Gigney (Easter Monday, 9 April 2012)
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The Angel & The Cow

An Angel looked down on the World.
He frowned and so his wings unfurled.
No one seemed to be having fun.
So something just had to be done.
The Angel jumped out of his cloud.
He swooped and shouted out aloud.
"Come all you people celebrate,
At least be joyful any rate!"
The Angel flew through street and lane,
He flew through sunshine, snow and rain.
But no person did he find,
Only a cow sat on her behind.
The Angel landed soft as snow,
And o'er to the bovine he did go.
"oh cow why do you sit here?"
Said the cow, "I feel quite queer!"
The Angel, shocked the cow could talk,
In a circle he did walk.
"where are the people?" he did ask.
"I ate 'em," said the cow aghast.
The Angel said, "Why'd you do that?"
The cow replied, "They took my hat!"
The Angel stared at that reply.
He thought of asking the cow why.
Before he could, a church bell rang.
And in the distance voices sang.
The Angel looked upon the cow.
"You have lied, I know that now!
They're all in church! Why did you lie?"
The cow just mooed. She didn't know why.
From then on she became aloof.
The Angel flew up on the church roof.
He listened to the joyful song.
He knew that nothing now was wrong.

J R A Gigney (Easter Monday, 9 April 2012)


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What should I have called this?

When we lose those we love,
We miss them, but we know.
They watch over us from above;
They watch us as we grow.

The tears we've shed,
Blend with the rain,
And fall upon the ground.
Remember with each tear,
Shows love that is unbound.

Remember all the happiness.
Remember all the cheer.
Remember them as they were,
When they were still here.

And if you smile when you think,
Of when they were alive.
That means that a new star is born,
And their memories will survive.

J R A Gigney (8 April 2012)



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They're Open On Monday!

Why the panic?
They're open on Monday!
Your trolley's too packed.
Why all that booze?
You won't run out,
They're back open on Monday!

Hey leave some for us!
They're open on Monday!
Do you need all that meat?
They're closed for one day,
They're back open on Monday!
Just chill and stop the panic!

J R A Gigney (8 April 2012)

HAPPY EASTER!!!


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Panic

I slip outside myself,
Watching myself rigid,
Rigid with fear,
Rigid with panic.
Heart racing,
Feeling faint
But not falling.

Gotta get out
Right away,
Into safety,
But can hardly move.

Want to scream,
But can't get the sound out.
A silent scream then.
A silent scream in the chaos.

J R A Gigney (6 April 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Less Religion

So we've lost our religion,
Is that an irrevocable decision?
Or is the secular,
More acceptable?
Could there be no revision?
Of this new secular vision.

So we now worship retail!
Piddling little detail!
Gadgets are idols,
Playthings our trifles.
Go worship at Tesco*
Or retail alfresco.

So switch off your toys,
You naughty girls and boys!
Go back to nature,
Relax and debate.
Go somewhere spiritual,
Regain your self ritual**...

J R A Gigney 1/4/2012

*Other Supermarkets are available...

**Hey you try finding a rhyme for spiritual! Suggestions will be looked at blankly... :)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Diddle diddle

Diddle diddle dumpling,
My son John,
Went to bed,
With his trousers on!
One sock off,
And one sock on...
Diddle diddle dumpling,
My son John.

My mum always used to quote this little rhyme whenever I'd walk around with one sock on when I was younger.

I only mention it because I'm having to wear one sick all the time to stop a dressing falling off my left toe, which still has an ulcer in it... Oh well no more morphine :) <3

No Valentine

A day late but.....

I ain't got no valentine,
So just what can I do?
Sleep it off?
Go in the loft?
Spend all day in the loo?

I ain't got no valentine,
It really is a pain.
I'd like to hold,
I'd like to love,
Before I go insane!

(right who said I already am??? Right that's detention for all until someone owns up!)

I ain't got no valentine,
It's really is quite hard.
To want to wake,
For my own sake,
I really need love's shard...

I ain't got no valentine,
But there's someone that I like.
I want to hold him,
I'd like to love him,
Sing his song at a karaoke mike...

I ain't got no valentine,
But maybe there's next year.
And in that time,
I'll find my man,
And bring him right back here...


J R A GIGNEY (15 February 2012)


That's for all those who were lonely yesterday! <3


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Forgive (from a dream last night)

Forgive me if I'm shallow,
Forgive me if I'm weak,
Forgive me for all the things I've done.
Forgive me if I've angered you,
Forgive my nasty streak,
But don't blame me for trying to make life fun!!!

J R A Gigney (15 February 2012 5am)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

A Lover's Prayer

Please don't sigh or cry for me,
It's not tears or pity that I need.
Just give your love and empathy.
Just be my rock; my inspiration's seed.

And should I ever doubt myself,
Just help me out and guide my hands.
And when I fall or go off course,
Just pull me up; take me off that shelf.

Then when you're down,
I'll be there for you.
I'll guide your hands,
Help to pull you through.

And if you need me,
To hold you tight.
Then our true love,
Will shine in the light.


J R A Gigney (14 February 2012)



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A Plea?

Bring back the lovers,
The Courtship,
The Romance.
Love at first sight,
That begins with a glance.

Work out your problems
Compromise,
Share.
Then all your love,
Will be stronger, more fair.

Hold him and love him,
Kiss,
And caress.
Then your great love,
Will be a success.

J R A Gigney (14 February 2012)


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The Old Sofa

Covered in old leather,
Fabric and lace.
The sofa was floating,
In the emptiness of space.

How it came to be there,
No one could be sure.
But in someone's living room,
It resides no more.

It's old leather surface,
Is warmed by the Sun.
The cob webs inside it,
Had long been unspun.

No more hands would rest,
On its sumptuous arm.
No more would it comfort,
And keep bodies safe from harm.

Old memories of lovers,
Are locked in its frame.
Of wooing and foreplay,
Whilst playing love's sweet game.

No more old coins,
Slip between cover and back.
Even it's old springs,
Are getting quite slack.

It's still out there floating,
In orbit round Earth.
No longer used by anyone,
It's lost all its worth.

And if it hits a satellite,
Who'll really care,
If some obscure TV stations,
Suddenly go off air!?

J R A Gigney (14 February 2012)

Dedicated to my friends James & JC <3


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

What cost?

Feeling a bit strange.
Feeling a bit lost.
Wanting to be held and to hold,
But at what cost, what cost?

Wanting to be touched.
Wanting to be held.
Feeling very cut off
Like a tree that's just been felled.

Giving all the love I can give.
With no one to give it to.
Look into my grey eyes,
Can I give my love to you?

Feeling very strange.
Feeling very lost.
Trying to give all the love I have,
But at what cost, what cost?

J.R.A.Gigney (13 Feb 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

A shorter time to go

Morphine Reduction
19 January 2012

Next step down!

30mg!

Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No ill effects yet, but then it's only been an hour or so, although by the time you read this it'll be a fairly long time..... Hehehe

Know what this means? Only 6 weeks to go before complete removal of the drug!!!

Am I happy?
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YOU BET I AM!!!!!



• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

The Next Step

Two weeks ago on 22nd December 2011 I reached halfway in morphine reduction programme. Tonight the next step comes; the dose is reduced to 40mg in total. I've already taken the first 20mg at 6:10am. Always stepping into the unknown but it seems to be getting easier!!! <3 :) • All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Sliding

Slippery pipe into the darkness.
Never ending sliding fun.
Down into the World's of legend,
Down into the days of yore.

Goblins grunting inauspicious noises,
Faeries flitting here and there.
Dragons saving, not eating, damsels,
Knights on saddles in need of rest.

Weapons glinting in the moonlight,
Owls wings beat more silently.
Down past burrows dark, forbidding,
Sliding on past talking trees.

Castles stand in triumphant glory,
All that is and may well be.
A wall appears oh to quickly...
The dream has ended before it killed me...

(J.R.G 3rd January 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

Falling

Falling...
Falling...
Endlessly falling...
Twisting and turning,
Flipping and whipping,
And falling...

Thinking...
Thinking...
Unerrably thinking...
Intrigues and puzzles,
Conundrums and worries,
Forgetfulness hastens,
And thinking...

Falling...
Falling...
Mindlessly falling...
Rotating in space,
Away from the rat race,
Air rushing past,
Just falling...

(J.R.A.G 2nd January 2012)

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.