As complex as simple is.
A Bond legend dies,
And that’s Sir Sean Connery,
Saying, Bond……James Bond.
I’m recovering,
I melted down last evening,
And now remoulded.
I don’t write them write,
Haiku poems, so I’m told.
By the puress ones.
Twitter’s different, I write stuff there and not here, and that’s vice versa.
The hauntings did come, with an eerie moaning sound, and knocks on the door.
The well has run dry,
Despite the months of downpours,
There is only dust.
The is full tonight,
And some say tomorrow too,
But it is waning.
Real jokers are few,
Just two to a pack of cards,
Sometimes used as wild.
The trouble with me,
Is I’m simply two letters,
Together it’s mime.
Acting without words,
Performing silent actions.
Telling a story.
It’s the state I’m in,
One foot in and one foot out,
And left in self doubt.
The dates are all wrong,
I am mis-counting the days,
That pass in a blurr.
Meetings without meets,
Are ings I really don’t like,
But they continue.
I struggle to breath,
Under the dead weight of work,
That just loads and loads.
The pan’s heating up,
And it gets hot, more’s thrown in,
Then it flows over.
I wish I could fly,
Just like a bird in the sky,
How sweet it would be.
My mind is so blank, the words just cannot be found, and letters roam free.
Try to remember,
This month before November,
A year on from here.
The rivers run fast,
With eddies caught spinning there,
As the waters speed by.
The hole grows bigger,
The toil of day after day,
Of mindless hard graff.
What a day it was,
Things to do and do I did,
All the long day through.
I wonder alot,
About things that don’t matter,
And why they are so.
I caught the cool breeze,
Brlowing across empty fields,
And felt its chilled hands.
It’s shopping madness,
People stand and talk on phones,
Getting in your way.
The day is non-plus,
Trying hard to do somehting,
Rain, sleet or just grey.
I’m feeling sleepy,
I might just kick back and sleep,
And count a few zees.
Cleaning up the place,
And making room and a space,
That I can use soon.
The coffee’s cooling,
Waiting patiently for me,
To finish drink it.
The morning is blest,
Work, shower, breakfast and this,
Do what I enjoy.
It’s a distraction,
It makes me think diff’rently,
And takes me away.
I found myself lost,
Trapped in a hollow shell,
Into which I fell.
I couldn’t see out,
And there was a loud echoe,
That was deafning me.
I banged on it walls,
With the echoes resounding,
Washing over me.
And hit it so hard,
A small crack started to run,
Breaking up this shell.
How did I fall in,
Some say it grows around you,
If you don’t watch out!