The Domestic Terrorist

COMMENTARY

2002. The year is run. One human being cannot control everything, and unfortunately, sometimes, when we trust others, they let us down. The year started well, and due to persons beyond my control, turned to shit. But I'm back in control now, and sorting out the dogshit from the diamonds. One things for sure, as long as I'm alive, I'll be here. And I'll be kicking against the pricks for as long as I can. Kicking hard. Or something. Or other. I dunno. Anyone fancy a pint?

NOTE
These poems use the old layout of the site, some quite dated white upon black design.
I don't like it, but let's just say it's a 'retro' design. Might be worth a bit in a few years.

Poems

The Art Of Breathing
A Golden Age
A Great Man
A Kinder Light
All Men Die Equal
Always There
Armageddon
Asunder
Branches
Clemency
Cruel
Dead End
Dear John
Disconnect
Don't Be Scared
Don't Look Back
For The Unknown Woman
The Fool
Flurox 101
Free Spirit
Hallelujah
How Lives Change
Independence
Invisible Demons
I Was Made For Loving You Baby
Kamikaze
The Man Who Has Everything
May God Be With You
The Mediocre Poets
The Motive
My Prayer
Numbers
Orbits
The Others
Perfect Lover
Release
The Show Must Go On
State Of Denial
Stolen Name
Surbiton
Survival Of The Cruellest
Take Me Home
Thank You
Three Summers
Weak
The World's Policeman
When You Die
Without Love By My Side
Unhappy Families

"Whoa. He made the International Sign Of the Doughnut."

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