MARTIN WARDLEY

It was a permanency In a life lined deep with transience and need A distinct lack of urgency In the midst of all this conflicted,...

One man’s isolation Is another’s reflection One woman’s solitude Is another’s introspection It’s all about perspective It’s all about...

Brash and brawn and bombastic Derision, arrogance and erratic Division, delusion and ruthless Vanity, ego and hubris Although they form...

For friend For foe For all those fallen Called into the mist of conflict One man’s crusader Another man’s terrorist For all those sent...

The turquoise curl of purpose Slides slyly into the pale blue hue of humility While juxtaposed the rose red thread of credibility Crosses...

Is it the colour of my skin? Is it my God or my kin? Is it the reckless way I spin? Is it the old school tie I can’t get in? Is it my...

Bones are aching Blood is raw All this waiting What’s this for? Feet are itching Limbs are sore Brain it’s bitching What’s this for? Soul...

When sun cuts through The icey bite When chill belies The deep blue sky When clouds float by In singular form When the ice underfoot...