Dissonance

by Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 October 2015


I take my soul for a stroll
Along the crumbling edge
Cliff face, to face
Imagined and the real

I see my world dissolve
In an unread history book
My space, marked place
Recorded but never told

I watch and sigh as they divide
My soul and body cannot decide
Can't agree who'll they'll have
Me be, so they fight

Ever Isle

by Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 October 2015


Every day I breathe a while
Throw my thoughts on a pile
Up there on the top
My dream of Ever Isle

Every day I run a while
Chasing an ephemeral smile
Many-coloured gold-in-pot
My dream of Ever Isle

Every day I stop a while
Resting with easy smile
I know what I've got
My life in Ever Isle