IN NOT SO MANY WORDS
I told her
to kill him
in not so
many words
and by
mutual consent
we ended up
in torment,
never to be
the same again.
I told her
to kill him
in not so
many words
and by
mutual consent
we ended up
in torment,
never to be
the same again.
You said “come!” and
I followed
Through forests with
paths so ancient but
now forsaken
Under Tarmac roads
where silence whispered
in solitude
Over the endless
meadows of dreams
we walked
But deep in the
misty-covered moorland
we lost our ways
You went your way and
I went mine but still side
by side we carried on
Two souls joined at the hip
and bound – apart – by the
protective light everlasting
He meditated
over Gratitude
hoping for Life
Success but is
sweating Bile
and Hatred
instead.
Take me to the Lochs
Barren lands and
Ragged crags
Cook me up a
Brew to thaw my
Frozen hands
I hear
The Highland’s calling
(this one is obviously not completely mine…)
The blog or to reblog, that is the question — Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer critique bombardment of Unknowns. Or to reblog the dreams of days long gone. And by opposing show them wrong.
Seventeen and
still smiling, the
innocence of
growing up,
pain free
days and light
in all tunnels,
careful – it will
come to an end
all too soon
On 4th of March at midday
a knock on the door
a parcel left outside
no name or other clue
Inside a note
“Wear me at night”
Signed
“Yours Sincerely
Xavier LeClevere”
It was a helmet of sorts
Two halves, strapless design
In Steel blue reflectionless
Glass
As dusk turned to night
I donned the device
Lied down on the bed
Contemplating rest
But sleep came not easy
In fact it came not
To visit that night
or others following
As far as they could tell
I had spent years in
that place, my muscled
detetiorated, being alive
a miracle
All I remember was flying
crossing the skies in a
chariot of light
I was God, creator of all
watching, smiling at the
insanity of it all
You once said if you’d
ever meet
Dave Grohl you
wouldn’t know
what to say
there was no
connection there
Well babes, that’s
how I feel with
everyone I meet
find me a bard
to write my story
find me a siren
to sing my song
find me a muse
to refill the well
banish ink drought and
word thirst