h.e.l.l
Hell is not a
place
Hell is a state of
mind
squirting pen
Rapid fire from
a squirting pen
the bleeding a
gush of red
seeping through
cracks in
unfinished sentences
widening
swinging randomly
swinging both ways
I pass
urgent urgent
stay away
I approach
bat in hand
swinging randomly
the thief
the rapist
the power seeking
stretched prone along
the trail I’m leaving
behind
little white lies
with the passing of seasons
more frequent than before
colour blindness creeping in
when judgement calls are done
well defined truths no longer
stands the moral highground
the scrutinising committee
bypassed time after time
the pockets filled with
cover ups, a tippex rarely
used, two cans of white
spray paint- gloss and matt
up my sleeves
but worst of all the filter
I keep inside my head
only letting out the truths
I am prepared to face
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: little white lies
when no one says stop
drinking to feel less
drinking to feel more
drinking to awaken
all those slumbering thoughts
numbness wanted
numbness be gone
madness reigns
in this intoxicated
soul
longing for you
I hope you realise
without me saying
explicitly stating
I LOVE YOU
that I do in fact
love you
my heart has no way
to say otherwise
my head carries doubt
at times questions
it’s own sanity
but it finally comes to terms
with that which is
you
and fall in line
with the rest of me
which is only
longing for
You
RJ45
When I woke up today
I found a cable next to me
white with a RJ45 at one end
the other hidden in mist
far far away
I was disconnected
feeling lost
the answers not there
questions looped
back to back
Whistling for no reason
what was going on
urgent
urgent
leave the house
gravity no longer affected me
bouncing down the hill
feeling free
the sky was blue
everywhere
approaching the river
I tumbled and fell
rolling down the
fields of green
bouncing still
the figure in the boat
tall and still
asked no questions
just nodded and
pointed towards the stern
with the mist thinning
approaching the other side
the gray became ever present
silence all
around
disembarking down a narrow trail
rarely used paths diverging
in all directions shade
randomly picking one out of twelve
a field spread before me
in the moonlight standing still
a towering figure looming
“Did you think you could escape? My Eye is all seeing. It is time to reconnect, time for you to be free”
He approached me
cable in hand
RJ45 the standard
swimming in a blender
You – daughter of Satan
I – … sigh …
swimming in a blender
awaiting the power on
event
back strokes in the
chopping lanes
blue blood soup
awaits
what will never come again
the softest of lips
do I remember my first kiss
eons must have passed
beneath star free skies
even recalling the
the softest of lips
of my final kiss
betrays me
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: What will never come again