Dissatisfaction its endemic We all feel it, all the time Some will be not quite defeated But for some its end of line Can we ever have our hopes realised And take it in the hand The scope of all our fantasies in The vast expanse of land Cos its not just have I got that job Or does she really like Its also fears of distant wars And how to pray quite right The quiet unease laying Underneath a mission or pretense Imposter syndrome and an awareness of An insignificant self

The sediment of emotionality The dregs of painful past The rhymes I've written about it That make the feeling last To wade through all the detritus  That was caught up in the flood The passion and the intensity But beneath it, all the mud The confusion of reality Of behaviour to be ashamed It exists within the waters of  The poems that fill my page And when the flow has spent itself And clear waters sent to sea I am left with my transgressions That are there for all to see St

Feeling clearer, feeling nearer To my body's actual soul I'm feeling keener, more familiar With the intent of my goals I have a mission...

I broke the habit made it mine, the sobriety of life I won't let this prescription marijuana get me in a further strife I've had enough...

Creating sandcastles Made of desire But the granules are starting To melt in passions fire The task was begun In a place that would be A...

A flower lives inside me Though it is hardly known A sense of what lies in me Though it weighs like it's a stone A consciousness of...

I've learned that I cannot depend On others for my care I have to walk this life alone Forever if I dare It would be nice to have a friend...

Cigarettes are circling In and out my head Round the thoughts go as I try To stay firm in my stead No wait, reverse, that's not the way...

The girl she is a woman She remembers days long gone When she got herself all ready And put on her sexy thong She thinks of all the men...

What is it about poetry That distinguishes fate? The feelings we start with The roads that we take The important thing always Is to...

> Note: This poem arises from a place of grief and personal reckoning, as I come to terms with my mother’s support for political figures...

The house it stood there proudly While the wind whipped up the leaves The autumnal shades bespoking Of weather's tiredness, how it...

The pearl of hidden wisdom In that gnarly crusty shell There's a creature in there somewhere But she doesn't like being held She grows...

Too intelligent to know that I am actually dumb at least in part Railing at my mother for her stupidity, break her heart I clung to her...

The rushing of the river The chasm a way down We step across the danger We must do it without frown These attempts by all the people To...

We do not know if we can say The things that ought be said We cannot post online the things We think in our own head The cameras they are...

Have you ever felt a pleasure That was intense, like of a pain A sudden stimulation That you went back for, and again You feel the magic...

Pushed along in the crowd goes The tourist in some awe She can't believe the sight and sound Of markets here outdoors In the evening...

Eluding her eyes, averting Looking to the side He watches as the raindrops Fall from the umbrellas side Looking down in guilt he sees...

10 The eyes narrow 9 They see the clock 8 He grabs the handles 7 Chassis rock 6 He breathes in deeply 5 A strong exhale 4...