FINALLY
You call me and
I come
You swallow
My words
Wholly
Not missing a drop
Of the tears
Falling
Yours or mine or ours
Falling free
Regrettably
Falling free
Eternally
Falling free
Finally
Poetry Drafts
I’M DANCING WITH DELIGHT
It’s half past nine and
We’ve had bottles of wine
Not late at night but
I’m dancing with Delight
She smiles at me
I’m hanging from a tree
The gingerbread man
Is nudging at me
So sudden the thought
Of balance is fought
No reason for that
I am flat my back
It’s half past nine and
I’m not awake
I’m dancing with Delight and
She’s laughing at me
FOREVER
There was love in her eyes but he didn’t see it, didn’t understand the basics, the core of emotions guiding them on their journey.
She had confidence though, that with time she would manage to break him, to make him see the light, the fundamentals guiding them all.
He thought her weird, a bi-product of too long an exposure to the new age. Infinity and beyond, he would never surrender his freedom, at any cost.
There was love in her eyes, a chill in his heart, a shared passion that would keep them apart.
Forever.
DELUSIONS ARE LIKE TREES IN THE FOREST
I could see your hands glowing, in the dark they stood out like like a lighthouse along the southern coast.
I think you honestly believed you could heal, but delusions are like trees in the forest.
I feel for you, honestly, but please let go of the dreams, and fast.
STRIPED WALL PAPER
The wallpaper was too busy, yellow with white and brown stripes, not suitable for a child, leaving scars like hitting the head on a radiator repeatedly, only more subtle, and less blood.
These days collar bones turns me on, and shoulders, and hip bones if not too hidden in fat, and attached to a woman of my fancy, covered somewhat.
They need to please my eye, more than my mind and heart, the radiator is to blame, me thinks, as a striped wallpaper never would do any permanent harm…
SCRATCH THE SURFACE
You will have no way of knowing, without scratching the surface.
Nothing can be seen, no one can be heard, until the ice is broken.
Do you trust them? I don’t, never will.
They say the truth is closer than you know, you just have to scratch the surface, and it will all be revealed.
Bollocks.
SUN-KISSED AND BIRDSONG
Sun-kissed and birdsong
not doubting I’m in love – proper
the sweetest kiss and the
everlasting love I found
fading fast as I awake
My exploded chest folds
back into place and
hibernates
WILL I EVER KNOW?
I did not know what I wanted – then
I do not know what I want – now
Will I ever know?
WHOSE PATH DO YOU WALK
At the Grand Central you’ll
meet The Maker and
he’ll be driving a cab taking
you further than you’ve ever
been, deeper than you’d ever go, but
are you still fulfilling your dream?
HAPPY NEW YEAR
once more we face
the end of the
the world as we
know it and we
can no longer go
on as we did so
we have to change to
improve to forgive and
forget but honestly it
is just the same shit but
a different year