by Simon Icke | Sep 17, 2009 | Poetry
I stand so small in this big wide world. Looking up to the heavens; stars in vast array. What wonder is this too much to contemplate? Does my life matter in this amazing creation? Where does my destiny lie? Where will it end? How can my mind take in this infinite...
by Simon Icke | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
This is my time, I’ve lived your time, I’ve found a new rhyme; Time to move, Time to grove, Time to search a new life, Turn my back on this strife. Searching and spinning, Looking and waiting, This is me, moving on, Old life gone. What’s on offer?...
by Simon Icke | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
Down our street it’s ever so neat, You rarely hear the sound of children’s feet. Tidy gardens and pretty flowers, No factory chimneys or towers. Commuters who come home in their company cars, That look at us as though we’re from mars. We are supposed...
by Simon Icke | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
Touchline shouting, that’s all I ever hear, I’m so confused and filled with fear. I’m only ten years old and football should be fun, But with all this noise I don’t know which way to run. “Get back in defence!” my manager shouts....
by Simon Icke | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
It’s the time of year for the family treat, time to leave our little street. Stopped the milk, stopped the papers, don’t forget to tell the neighbours. The car is packed to the hilt; it looks as though it’s on a tilt. On the motorway in a jam, this...
