Take it easy, baby steps,
Or you may crash and fall,
They will never come to help you,
If they’ll ever come at all.
They wouldn’t even see you,
All too busy with their lives,
As they carry on existing,
In a cityscape that thrives.
Take it easy, baby steps,
Or you may have no food,
Keep smiling at the gentry,
And ignore the richly-rude.
Pity those that pity,
And avert their empty eyes,
For you are just a stain, a shame,
And all that they despise.
By Ragman 2014
The trees lie dead on grass that's brown,
The poisons killed this part of town,
And no-one sees this weeping sore,
For no-one visits anymore.
People came and nature died,
Destroyed by growing boundary tide,
The houses grew and blocked the sun,
The deathly cycle had begun.
Factory's built on sacred land,
Ravenous, hungry to expand,
Toppling natures foilage crown,
The trees lie dead on grass that's brown.
By Ragman 2014
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired,
I drink so much coffee I’m permanently wired,
I’ve loved and hated all at the same time,
The tears still flow on this pillow of mine.
I’ve self-destructed and re-invented,
My thoughts are all rhyming, deluded, demented,
I thought what I had was enough to forget,
Still these tears of mine flow and my pillow is wet.
I cry when I’m happy, smile when I’m sad,
I’m perfectly sane but my sanity’s mad,
My life was a journey but now it’s a fight,
But my tears still flow on my pillow at night.
Some people mistake me, misjudge me, dislike,
In a world of
The demon in me’s growing,
Lying, waiting, deep,
Gathered up, un-showing,
Feeding on the past I keep.
The horror’s, all-consuming,
Evil, twisted, son of wrath,
And future pain is looming,
As I wrongly choose my path.
Darkness and uncertainty,
Guiding, pushing hate,
Are all I feel and all I see,
A sadly, silent fate.
By Ragman 2014
The waves of time are crashing,
Lapping up and down the shore,
On the rocks of me, are smashing,
Breaking, taking more.
No matter how I try to save,
Defences, always battered,
They keep on coming wave-by-wave,
And each wave leaves me shattered.
Everyday I sleep and wake,
Then try to stem the flow,
But more the waves of time then take,
I’ll drown and die, I know.
By Ragman 2014
I’m fed up with this “life” I’ve got,
War and death, sadness, pain,
My head is full, my stomach’s not,
Each week debt, never gain.
Sometimes I sit (alone) and cry,
Single thought, repeats in mind,
I’m so depressed, I don’t know why.
It helps to weep a bit, I find.
My mind is trapped within my life,
I sit and watch the war ‘til late,
I cannot rest with all this strife,
I cannot rest with all this hate.
By Ragman 2005
Dear Sir (or Madam), I’m writing this day,
As I’m sure that this item is wrong,
I’ve tried to reboot, restart and replay,
It still feels like it doesn’t belong.
I know you are busy, a lot on your plate,
So I’ll keep this note short, to the point,
I think it arrived about 10 years too late,
As the whole thing just feels “out of joint”.
Please could you help, I have no-one to see,
I have nothing to offer but sadness,
If you’re really there, looking down upon me,
Then help me and rid me of madness.
By
Ragman
2014
Take it easy, baby steps,
Or you may crash and fall,
They will never come to help you,
If they’ll ever come at all.
They wouldn’t even see you,
All too busy with their lives,
As they carry on existing,
In a cityscape that thrives.
Take it easy, baby steps,
Or you may have no food,
Keep smiling at the gentry,
And ignore the richly-rude.
Pity those that pity,
And avert their empty eyes,
For you are just a stain, a shame,
And all that they despise.
By Ragman 2014
The trees lie dead on grass that's brown,
The poisons killed this part of town,
And no-one sees this weeping sore,
For no-one visits anymore.
People came and nature died,
Destroyed by growing boundary tide,
The houses grew and blocked the sun,
The deathly cycle had begun.
Factory's built on sacred land,
Ravenous, hungry to expand,
Toppling natures foilage crown,
The trees lie dead on grass that's brown.
By Ragman 2014
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired,
I drink so much coffee I’m permanently wired,
I’ve loved and hated all at the same time,
The tears still flow on this pillow of mine.
I’ve self-destructed and re-invented,
My thoughts are all rhyming, deluded, demented,
I thought what I had was enough to forget,
Still these tears of mine flow and my pillow is wet.
I cry when I’m happy, smile when I’m sad,
I’m perfectly sane but my sanity’s mad,
My life was a journey but now it’s a fight,
But my tears still flow on my pillow at night.
Some people mistake me, misjudge me, dislike,
In a world of
The demon in me’s growing,
Lying, waiting, deep,
Gathered up, un-showing,
Feeding on the past I keep.
The horror’s, all-consuming,
Evil, twisted, son of wrath,
And future pain is looming,
As I wrongly choose my path.
Darkness and uncertainty,
Guiding, pushing hate,
Are all I feel and all I see,
A sadly, silent fate.
By Ragman 2014
The waves of time are crashing,
Lapping up and down the shore,
On the rocks of me, are smashing,
Breaking, taking more.
No matter how I try to save,
Defences, always battered,
They keep on coming wave-by-wave,
And each wave leaves me shattered.
Everyday I sleep and wake,
Then try to stem the flow,
But more the waves of time then take,
I’ll drown and die, I know.
By Ragman 2014
I’m fed up with this “life” I’ve got,
War and death, sadness, pain,
My head is full, my stomach’s not,
Each week debt, never gain.
Sometimes I sit (alone) and cry,
Single thought, repeats in mind,
I’m so depressed, I don’t know why.
It helps to weep a bit, I find.
My mind is trapped within my life,
I sit and watch the war ‘til late,
I cannot rest with all this strife,
I cannot rest with all this hate.
By Ragman 2005
Dear Sir (or Madam), I’m writing this day,
As I’m sure that this item is wrong,
I’ve tried to reboot, restart and replay,
It still feels like it doesn’t belong.
I know you are busy, a lot on your plate,
So I’ll keep this note short, to the point,
I think it arrived about 10 years too late,
As the whole thing just feels “out of joint”.
Please could you help, I have no-one to see,
I have nothing to offer but sadness,
If you’re really there, looking down upon me,
Then help me and rid me of madness.
By
Ragman
2014
....Just got a letter today stating one of my poems "To Whom It May Concern" is to be published by United Press in a book to be released October 2014 (it's a collection of works by various artists)....Calling all visual artists....i have just completed a piece called "Dani Doom" where a visual artist friend of mine has let me take one of his drawings and create a poem to match the picture (available to see in my deviations) and i would be interested in anyone else who has a piece and would want to do a "joint venture" similar....the final agreed piece would be put onto Ragmans Facebook page and shared with credits to BOTH artists (visual and
....Calling all visual artists....i have just completed a piece called "Dani Doom" where a visual artist friend of mine has let me take one of his drawings and create a poem to match the picture (available to see in my deviations) and i would be interested in anyone else who has a piece and would want to do a "joint venture" similar....the final agreed piece would be put onto Ragmans Facebook page and shared with credits to BOTH artists (visual and wording)....if you are interested please inbox me and if your art inspires me we'll do something cool together! :)