andrew mitchell : Writing

No needle but the damage is done!

No needle but the damage is done!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The scourge of mankind a stain on his character, and a scar on mother, well defined.
The remoteness of minds.

The remoteness of minds.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What lies in the remoteness of mind where dusty memories are blown on time’s wind scorched by the sun a chapter spread across a spinifex..
Something elemental.

Something elemental.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What do you feel when you wake up in the morning placing two feet on the ground? Something elemental?
In the case of to bee!

In the case of to bee!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A Spike Milligan blend of nonsense!
In the mix, we are all just plain flour!

In the mix, we are all just plain flour!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the case of not knowing, all rise. Not you self raising! Life is all but short thanks to our inheritance. You can’t bank on a gene. ..
A memory has no forwarding address.

A memory has no forwarding address.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the realms of consciousness a conscious memory can only move back for memories have no forwarding address, all the while the eyes capture in a..
Roll up and see the show!

Roll up and see the show!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In a circus of thoughts where verbs went wild, the adjectives trampled in the onslaught poured onto paper bleeding the subject massacred. Where ..
The pairing of opportunities.

The pairing of opportunities.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The joining of our hearts was no more a pairing of opportunities shared by our love.
Thy will be done!

Thy will be done!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The room for God was confined to mind in a space to let, a haunted inn. While the powers of the universe rolled in waves with evolution to the t..
The shrewd taming of a lion.

The shrewd taming of a lion.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The ink from an inkling went wild splattering the page while the idea tamed became lame in the circus of thoughts.