PATIENCE IS NOT ME
Another stair
Climbing up
Another stare
Falling flat
Another star
Shooting back
Another stir
Giving up – for good.
Poetry Drafts
THE X AND THE Y
The passing of time
through counting
Doctor’s sweets
The empty boxes
stacked reaching
heavenly heights
The X and the
Y, never will the
two meet
THE SEAL IS BROKEN
They were the stories
never meant to be
told. Words spoken by
men in cloth, sealed
by whispering winds
forever buried among
secret handshakes.
They were the straw
on the camel’s back
the bullet for the last
man standing.
An empty bag drifting
feline gone amiss
the seal is broken
the book wide open
truth at last
set free
THE LONGEST HOUR
As I count down
the remaining hours of
the longest day
it is clear beyond
any doubt
it was just
another
day
THE LAST EMPRESS
The dirt under my nails
soil mixed with blood
the last empress in
residence eternal
the mound with
flowers growing
the memories
fading
the dirt
remaining
PACKET OF GOLD
At the bottom of
the stairs
there’s a packet
of Gold
can’t be mine as
I don’t smoke
(Wasted)
When I asked for
Lights she gave me a
stare and a what?
I pointed and got
what I got, forgot
I don’t smoke
(Wasted)
At the bottom of
the stairs
there’s a packet
of Gold
almost empty
building dust
waiting to be set
alight this night
waiting for you
as I don’t smoke
anymore
CURTAIN CALL
The world on the brink of falling
off the edge of the world
turmoil about
sadness in heart
minutes remaining to
curtain call
THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW
I wanted you to
keep me on the
straight and
narrow to
bring out the
best in me
forever and
ever
Little did I foresee
your plans of
padded walls and
jackets with extended
arms to align me
with the rest of
your world
The creative flow
as water in
winter
never quite reaching
the peaks it
used to
anymore
I wanted You but
You were not quite You and
neither was I and
I hope you see that
too
THE CITY OF LIES
I made you up
I blew you up
your sky’s the limit
breathing helium
Your man in the sky
the big cheese
tattooed and
filled with dreams
as long as you pay
to fly his wicked way
with your choice
on ice
always cracking
in the city of
lies
PEBBLED AND GREY
My Angel stay away
as I walk
walk and talk
to myself and you
is never there
anymore
my voice echo
between concrete walls,
pebbled and grey
like a tank-top
covering your
Features
My Angel stay away
as long as I
continue to talk
to myself
everyday
pebbled and grey