you ask for truths
of love and fear
my mind ahummingย
repeated thoughts
unfinished
stressed out by
speeding bullets
dodging daily
dramas oft
sobriety a
stranger calling
my notes say
g love forget me not
as winter beckons
fear – not
a coffee stain smudge
obfuscated truth
learn – it was
reminder for
the day ahead
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: love and fear
in another language
softly spoken and
one close to my blood pump
the word gift means poison and
married too
not a fragrance of desire
as my days are coming to an
end, the nights ahead will never
satisfy your kind
I give you a promise though
no matter how far I go
the memory of you will never
fade
the months just gone
our Crossing paths
the unknown and desireable
will always be
your parting gift
I know
There is thirst
lingering thirst
knocking on the door thirst
waking you in the middle of night thirst
and then there’s
fcuk I need to drink that bottle of wine out of a pint glass thirst
do
not
wait
that
long
why ask for forgiveness
when I have nothing
done
my umbrella open
strolling with the
sun behind me
on streets
of prayers
children tugging
battle formation
mercy calls
hollow eyes
following my steps down
into
a kingdom
of dark
dark
days
sidestepping
the chain of command
the desire to knock on
the door
of life
never approaching
the well of youth
carrying the corpse over
snow covered mountains
brothers realising
the kingdom has
finally fallen
the raven flies high over
the lion bleeding
fearless
the killings must stop
innocence let live
the unnamed soldier
in chain mail
breaking
religion’s not the answer
our sins not
punishable
his will not enforced
here or in the
Heavens
bread and fish
requires water
my throat is dry
my power is divine
question me not
I am all
that matters
sometimes
long after the sun has set
the streets are empty bar the stray cats
all the empty bottles properly
sucked dry
the box of matches empty
nicotine alarm
I will consider leaving the house
just for a short while
to stock up on that
which keeps me alive
until the coming
night
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: outside your comfort zone
your class is different from mine
you posh totty
your language is not mine
remember that next time you correct me
you have offspring
I just just try
trying to forget
as I fall in and out of
love
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: trying to forget
If death come to court me
And I go on with him.
Remember not my face.
Think only of my words.
The ink I have laid nearly
In line some with out reason.
Some with rhyme.
but if Death comes to court you
and you go with Her
your face have no meaning
your voice never to be heard
the papyrus blowing in the wind
the ink drying out
awaiting your return
the sun rising
slowly
ducks in acrylics
barking dogs ruffling
feathers
the pond I ponder
over yesterdays
the nows and thens
the whos and whys
the lakes beside me
covering the floor
the bodily tears
from trying too hard
ducks in acrylics – not
this painting my friend
is real
