Semblance of humanity

I have one wish, it's that everyone feels a semblance of humanity

No it won't always be a great feeling,

but it will have elements of the great,

of unimaginable pleasure, almost destructive passion

heart beating, blood boiling, intense.






Agony, torture, defeat, a battle of survival

one in which you overcome hurdles like no other creature.

Emotions race through your system.

you make choices, because eventually that's what is left.

Wrong or Right, Left or Right, when the wrong feels right...

entertain the devil for a little while, court the pain.




Wait for the tingling touch up your arm

respond, feel alive, feel the electric-wait for the amp to connect

for the stage to light up, for the crowds to start screaming,

in total ecstasy the words start flowing,

the chorus to starts belting out their groaning tune.

Feel a sense of magic, As they used to boom
"Let the games, begin!" Shining eyes,


alight on thousands of spectators, all watching you

second guessing your strategies, baiting you,

in childlike awe over your tactics.

Your manoeuvres like a giant cobra, whipping left right

dodging in out, leaving the crowd senseless with anticipation,



breathless, gasping for air and eyes narrowing

on their prize, you winning the fight.

Turn the enemy over and plunge it deep in ...

a rewarding spasm, a little chit chat, a ceremonial bow.

"And the winner is..." the chants begin, your name's



already sung, and you soar right over to the wild side,

where the real human resides and the darkness and the light

fit perfectly, the crowd shout out your name deafeningly

and down goes the shiver along your spine

then you know you're feeling damn fine!

Write me

What if all you had was to write?
Science, Math, you never understood
Logic never entered your fantasy world of waterfalls of words,
numbers never invaded your perfect garden.
What if when you wrote the most perfect verse
You lost complete sight, of where you were aiming for ?
When there is nothing left but a pen and a pad,

they seem to be your best friend just
daring you to write something new.
Something astonishing,
What if I never reach that?
What if I never try?
Try and fail or succeed,

I've done my best.
So I'll put all those biting, imps to one side.
I'll sprinkle a little fairy dust,
my shoulders don't hunch any longer.
It's time. I run the pen over the paper.
smile, genuinely surprised at my thoughts
and the outcome ... Me written on a page.

Bait me with that red rag,
competitive streak shining like lightening.
Impatient, outrageous, bubbly, smiling
and just like that pen and pad ... loyal when everything else is lost.
Puzzles and word games, sense of humour,
stubborn and adventurous, feminist,
friend, sister, sanctuary, a listening ear.
A shoulder to cry on. I'm here.

Passionate in everything.
My beliefs, the love I give, the actions I make.
Pen gliding on an infinite page,
write me like no other,
write me like the act of flying,
write me like the adventure I am.
Willing to test me? To interest me ? To best me?

Walk this way, write on my page.
"Affect me" that's all I ask.
Put a lump in my throat, bring a tear to my eye
is that such a difficult task ?

Down A Peg Or Two

"You put me under pressure and I'll bury you" he said.
"That's funny, you never mentioned that when you got me in to bed!"
"A woman scorned" I heard him sneer "What a load of bull".
And I never would have thought of it, but into my skull

an idea as plain as day, as dark as night, entered.
I knew now how to stop this man, who was so self centered.
I stood there with my little self satisfied smirk
and I thought to myself, I'll get this burk.

"A woman scorned is a deadly foe" I voiced.
"A passionate one was definitely not your best choice"
And then I tore and took more and more
till his features were set in total uproar

and he spoke just once to say
"Don't take me for a fool, that you can betray
or believe me I'll ruin your life!!!"
"Go for it" I giggled. "I'll tell your wife"