Biography of Phillip Knight
A Poet born in Essex, developed in Manchester and now residing in the West Midlands. Phillip has been writing for over ten years developing his style and building up a collection of work.
From my bio:
'Choosing to finally make his work public in 2011, Phillip Knight draws upon his own life as a framework in which to wrap his thoughts around.
He works with a mixture of experimentation, autobiographical and fictional characters. Often touching at deep seeded emotional landmarks, but with an accessibility for the reader to place their own life within it'
I currently have 4 volumes of poetry available to buy
During 2012 Phillip will be donating all the profits from his books to the 'Ear Foundation' charity, based in Nottingham, The Ear Foundation is an independent charity that helps deaf people and their families make the best use of technology to improve hearing, communication and spoken language.
*All Poetry one this blog is owned by Phillip knight and should not be used without permission
Phillip Knight's Works:
Train I, II, III
Thoughts for Thinking
The Torn Ghost
Phillip Knight Poems
At Least My Spirit Loves
Someone spoke Without a clue, Of who it hurt Or what would do.
How would life feel If not for you? Such glorious bubbles of inspiration They bounce and burst in my mind,
So many times in life have my eyes deceived. My heart has led me the wrong way. I have found the flowers of beauty,
Tournament Of Heart
Erode and eradicate Disdainful thoughts. Rust this love into submission, Shallow lust and its Hierarchy,
Bricked rocket ship, never leave, let light be day, let dark be night.
The poetry of promise, Written solely for some. Inside these thoughts Harmonies are sacred.
By The Wake Of The Moon
No more acceptance, Desire the high life. For too long settled, No longer serving a purpose.
Constant Carpet Burn
I tried to hide how you make me feel. Teach myself a brave face and honest smile. But my muscles tire of being forced in the opposite direction. The power you hold breaks spirit and soul,
Bricked rocket ship,
let light be day,
let dark be night.
let life be love,
and death be loathe.
How I long to lay waste,
to petty knowing,
voices among the nameless faces,