SWEET PEA
I entered Lennox House
With a Blistered mind
Swimming a sea of Confusion
Surfing on waves of Insanity
Drowning as the Sharks
Locked the Door
INK
I don’t put pen to paper
expecting miracles.
I put my pen to paper
to spend my precious ink.
I only write to rewrite
to not having to write again.
I only stop to write
when I run out of inl
the great cosmic soup
It’s 2.02 a.m. on Tuesday and
I should really be asleep
dreaming of tomorrows
unlikely as they seem
they’re shared by you freely
though unknowingly by most
through the great cosmic soup
that binds us
makes us One
THE TALE OF BITTER ALE
The pain of the passing, undoubted, no warning as if mortal man of lesser knowing gave up the life freely. Shaking, trembling as only the last day of summer can. The tale of bitter ale, quenching the thirst of life, from barren lands up mountains and mounds. A sun is setting over desert and dust, an empty chair topples and dies.
SEA OF SOULS
Bacchus, oh Bacchus
honey dripping slowly down
mixing with the blood of young
the hips so slender, waving
enticing, inviting me in
rave
rave
rave
I feel no fear my dear
your almighty power
releases me
the voices I hear
are dead in my ear
the sea of souls
embraces me
ONLY THE SILENT CALL IS HEARD
You bathed in my energy,
cleansing you broken heart,
swimming in the river of life,
done but not apart.
So pretty in pink,
and fully covered,
you reached out far,
to the wicked stars.
Fearless on stormy seas,
stormy on quiet nights,
we raced head to head,
aimlessly.
Paris in the spring,
no one would win,
the game of life,
no wishes, all demands.
In the lap of the gods,
we get what we deserve,
in the lap of the gods,
only the silent call is heard.
YOU NEED NO WORDS
Sometimes
you run out of words
silence takes over
silent
until your breath
and heartbeat
becomes the voice
whispering
you need no words
you need no words
you need no words
and then
and only then
you are at peace
TURNING PAGES
I used to travel the world, sitting in my grandfather’s lap. He had an old Texaco map, and I an imaginary friend.
The world was very flat back then, his fingers cold, so stiff so hard. Turning pages, going off somewhere new, with Amelia by my side.
The travelling did eventually stop, old age and poor health got the better of him. I lost my way the day that he passed. Will she ever come back to finish her task? To guide the lost boy back on his path.