RENEWAL

Shedding old skin, renewed like the spring,
Effervescent
Like the moon waxes, wanes, born again,
Turns crescent.
Dead leaves go underground, sympathy found
In dark holes
Where new buds bloom in the living room
Of your soul.

Make time to evolve, watch the past dissolve
In an ocean
Of lies and deceit, time to delete
Old emotions.
Pack your bags on the double, leave your troubles
And strife.
As tears start to subside, enjoy the ride
Of your life.

© D.Hinson ~ Feb 09

LONDINIUM...

Capital city where little letters are lost
in urban lights easy picking fights
with strangers but chosing to keep out
of danger high voltage in the streets
where fashion trends speed up
until they crash into the stock exchange.
The city crumbling undeground rumbling
homeless on the streets paved with gold
legends told but the city is not so sweet.
As parliament talks Whitehall walks
in crowds of resentment.
Can't earn enough to pay city rent
as London waiting speed dating
over too soon standing by the Thames
backlit by false moons hiding stars
in an electric sky silence cannot hear
you cry for help as the city pleas fall
on deaf ears careers made for life
until death do us part.

In Highgate Cemetery I made peace with the City
Overcrowded but overgrown as legends lay buried
beneath my feet ancient city full of dead people.

Londinium...her treasure I found.

D.Hinson
June 08 (revised Feb09)

CROSS ROADS

When wardrobes of ambition
Fill up with ammunition
Talent blows to bits.

When raging bulls fight
Matadors every night
Where can fulfilment fit?

Paradise lost at poker
Smile wiped off the joker
Life sucks like a leech.

In a constant war zone
Losing lovers left alone
Wrapped in gold guilt.

Grounded lessons learnt
Bridges that were burnt
Wait to be rebuilt.

Old patterns not repeated
Damned demons defeated
Ponds stop stagnating.

Time for contemplation
A brand new destination
Crosroads sit there waiting.

D.Hinson
Revised Feb 09

KISS MY SHINY METAL ASS

Make me a robot
I don't care about it's gender.
Just give it an attitude
A bit like Bender.

It doesn't have to look pretty
As long as it functions
Keeps itself well scrubbed
And oils it's own junctions.

It needs to be bright
But let me win at Scrabble
Talk about philosophy,
Psychology, music and travel.

Bring me breakfast in bed
Be my master chef
An accomplished musician
And not tone deaf.

Love the great outdoors
And climb every mountain
Enjoy the gret outdoors
Take me to the Treffi fountain.

In the bedroom it could
Teach me a thing or two.
In fact, stuff the robot
I'll stick with you.

D.Hinson (revised Jan 09)
E

Manchester Man

MANCHESTER MAN

Your chiseled good looks

Inspiring books of poetry,

Words symbolically clashing

Packed with passion,

Meteorically rising

Then falling on wet bank holidays.

Image of a god, A god of imagery

Swallowing words in rising tides.

No one hides from your critical eyes

Flowers fade in your presence,

Time wears your essence.

Absent minds will find the answers,

Cutting through your soulful words

As your genius escapes

On the wings of dying birds.

© D.Hinson ~ Oct 08

embryonic dress

I feel such a mess

in my embryonic dress

it's not ready for you to see

maybe it never will be.

Its got holes in the wrong places

got big bulges and lots of spaces

its got insides on the outside

and got a really massive backside.

The proportions are all wrong

and its plain for all to see

that I’m so embryonic

and this dress is oh so me.

© D.Hinson ~ Jan 08

greetings from moon city

Greetings from the city where I have lived
for many moons. I have tried to escape
but I think the water is so full of heavy metals
that I think I have been magnetized back here.
The stench of the sewers hits me as I hit the road.
The sky is threatening to rain, yet again.
The acid rain erodes my purity
of mind as I dream of the temple
by the shore with the golden buddha
welcoming my dark soul with open arms.
The mountains call me but I put on my headphones
and ignore them for now while the lakes
fill with impurities. Mama Nature is a junky
whether she likes it or not but I will still worship
at her altar until death do us part.

The estuary is my temporary sanctuary
I need to go down to the sea but needles
washed up on the shore remind me
that the waters are as polluted
as some of the people who live here.
Yeah, I believe in chemical warfare
a war on chemicals.
So I head towards the rising sun
to be part of the problem or part of the solution
The struggle continues to preserve the planet
without too many preservatives.

D.Hinson