MARTIN WARDLEY

It’s not what I do It’s what I am It’s not the metrics The measurements The likes or the streams It’s not these gorgeous, gorged Or...

The walls are a shade darker than the last time The shadow cast by the lazy shade slightly longer by a doleful sigh The drawers yawned...

There will be no fantastic fanfare No drink fuelled hullabaloo No pomp nor royal salute No extended special on tv There will be no one...

Time to stop time Time to take stock Time to celebrate Time to stop the clock Time to reflect Time to mull a while Time to cease all...

Canvas straining at the demands of the battering gale Nerves taught, fraught and fighting the urge for flight The shocking wind, mocking...

Before the recognition of pain Before the false perception of the teeming rain Before the keen pursuit of misuse Before the first and...

There is a thinly veiled change pervading the in-coming air A slight and lazy chill resting in the breast of a gentle breeze A Dawn...

Give me reprieve from the constant Give me a break from the boredom Give me respite from the trite and the dry Give me a path to a...

Memories meander Recollections conflict Stories embellish While tales are dismissed Truths are diluted Opinions distorted Lies are denied...

Through chains the sniff of freedom holds an air so deliciously sweet And a gift through deprivation raises tears of brief relief While...

All those feelings Of elation Expectation And such Are buried in a pit Of melancholic Painful sludge Buried where the eye cannot detect...

This journey Of considerable magnitude Hampers the spirit And vexes the flailing mind But broken into elements Of sizeable proportions...

Simply words would oft suffice But he churns out through a hefty tome What warrants a synopsis Is laboured, pious, overblown He takes a...

A whining warble winces on the airwaves My two fried eggs are slightly under-cooked The menu sighs in misspelt carelessness While the...

Just when I had learned Everything there was to learn I learned this was mere vanity And just when I had learned And all had been...

There were always two of you But now when we converse I am the one to chose And until my days are few There will only be one Of you And I...

The scream of the swift heralds May Oblivious to the year underway And ignorant to that which had passed With all of the pain and the...

What faith now for the faithful? Beneath their watching Gods While the murder of the innocents Stands proud of testing dialogue 22nd May...

They’ve smoothed out all your edges And dampened all your differences Polished all your character While Irradiating nuances And you let...

She’s been listening to this bile throughout her life These nasty, vitriolic bitter lies Blackmail of the soul and more besides A...