Confidence capsized.

Confidence capsized.


Confidence capsized only truth through a lovers eyes supporting viaducts that do not work.

No transport chain, no way to work.

Confidence abundant change the word, pick up the trident.

Shower the world with aqueduct tears.

For you, for the dancing for the cheers.

Same again and same again moody blues to numb the pain.

Meditation, witchcraft, therapy and a forced laugh.

Age old clouds in my head surely I’d be better off – wait a minute, time to sin?

Welcome old friend fate, let it win. Who’s to say it’ll have the last laugh?

You might feel stupid but you’re certainly not daft.

The glint in your eyes from power not cries you know that’s where the confidence lies.

It’s not in the lines nor all in a book it’s deep in the soul you’ll find in my look.

© G.P Williamson 2017




Psychology of sin

Psychology of sin.


Oh yes dear,
Thou Blasé’ queen
How nothing affects you,
Know what I mean?

With a waft of the arm,
One chin, a notch too high
She’s sat in the night
One part hollow, two parts sly.

You’re intrigued and by definition,
She’s already won.
The game you didn’t even know had begun.

Crosses her legs.
Skirt a hair length too high.
Blowing out smoke,
An exaggerated sigh.

How you whistled inside
Not just with your ears.
But with blindness to facts as you fell for her tears.

“she’s using you” your friend insists.
“Don’t be stupid!” Yells another.
But she’s so perfect.
The spitting image of your mother.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014.