mostly lesser the
perception through thought
a drowning flute’s muted notes
sinking deeper
subconsciously levelling out
embedding itself the
memories growing
from thought forming
mostly lesser than
that unmuted venture
of life
Prompted by a @poetryriot prompt: mute
On the corner plot
By the willow Tree
An arm recovered
[Red roses bleed]
On the picket fence
By the old canal
A burnt out torso
[Restless fire dancing]
Covered in white
Every scene alike
No inch untouched
[A changing puzzle, fools!]
I provide for you
Scalpel and tinder
targets and places
[Perverted lust engaging]
I provide for them
tools of measure
Black bags for treasures
[Cyclic passion rules]
Purveyor of filth
Finest rates for you
I play both sides
[Puppets, I rule!]
Prompted by a @poetryriot prompt: black bag
Cut n paste my shivers
then shred me unaligned
cookie crumble itchings and
an empty cup of wine
bulldoze me gently
my dear
wrap me
keep me calm
with a bit of
luck
I can last
till morn
The sun rake
beating drum kick
courage giver
silence seeker
one eye one sky
harbinger of
better days
a-coming
another week
for the weak
to wake
in solitude
behind streak free
windows
maintained lawns
greeting the blind
strawberry fields
fuelling
drooling
postapocalyptic
drama unfolding
Monday morning
the lies
amoving
So here we sit
together again
huddling in a corner of
The pit of Doom
Far above I hear
the blinding light show
you reach for me
But I cannot see
Your hand through the
Tears swelling
You refuse to join me
and I understand
you do it for me
want me to grow
You do it for me
so here we sit
Together again
My black dog
And me
Sorry. Sorry for your toy breaking and then going into hiding. Sorry for ignoring you for SIX BLOODY DAYS. Sorry for not eating properly, working too much and not looking after myself. Sorry for being stressed out over Brexit, the having no say and votes not used.ย Sorry for your toy breaking again and for not go into hiding. Sorry for showing more of me than you wanted. Sorry for not realising that all you wanted was a toy.
As you are
you shall remain
I will refrain
Yet again
From waking you
These words
Important words
Will wait for you
by your bed
At dawn
As the story goes
We run the maze
Blindfolded in a
Tornado fuled
Craze
I must go slow
It is imperative
As demons surround me
Can’t go faster
Too fast – your ring will show
Too fast – your offspring too
Too fast – you will go
Too fast – you will know
My secrets
I awoke in a corner
feeling whipped and hurting
The inside a bottomless
Sea of fear
But which corner?
My bed had no corners
Darkness surrounded my
Open eyes as the mind
Started unravelling the
Events just passed
A loans shark
A debt
Violence seeking to explore
My weakness
I killed something
I escaped
Analysing my dream
I sent you a message
Knowing you slept in peace
Wanted you to know
I was sorry
If I had caused you pain and
My dream the price I
Had to pay
Sleep came eventually but
The fear remained
As day broke
your angelic voice
whispering soothing words
filled my heart
quashing all doubt
the love I feel
is real
