A few men from Flens
were sitting on a fence
one fell in the mud
right on his butt
Making the others feel tense
A few men from Flens
were sitting on a fence
one fell in the mud
right on his butt
Making the others feel tense
In essence, we dwell
in darkness,
mostly unbeknownst to us
mostly accepted as the status quo
yet
we await illumination
a light, a hint, a whipser
never fully realising
that we carry the light
inside
between the thieves
beneath the surface
within
always and without fail
So, then…
why the darkness?
We accept the lie
the great lie
the only lie that matters.
As the poet said
Finnegans wake!
Will you?
Frozen wings;
Lonely dragons unbound
Skyward suspected
Adrift in an ocean of indifference
Purple streaks cast across your shipMATES
Little thought
Little mind
Little anything
Just hunger, naked, raw
waves lapping against your skin
Almost a feeling then
fleeting
then – opaque vistas
waters rising against an unreachable horizon
Flight, soaring through rushing strato vales and nimbus peaks
Elation beyond all comprehension
Leaves you
Breathless
Wanting more – the rush gone too soon
heart beating catching up to readjusted reality
How to live now in anonymous monotony?
How to exist in grey silence?
Once tasted technicolor life is the only fruit
Frosted breath
darkness encroaches all
Bloodmoon
Difficult to breathe
Hard to think
Form coherent thoughts
Fingers slowly moving over keys
familiar and alien
poised over letters and symbols and spaces
seeking the ones needed to express
most succinctly
The need
the feelings
slipping into…
lack of clarity?
over the ‘W’, now the ‘O’
still meaning eludes
too many thoughts, emotions
Sadness, guilt, regret, pity, shame (a little),
how to right a lifetime of actions?
how to give and receive peace?
Lost thoughts, orphaned, drift across my mind
dissolving as morning dew at dawn.
Dawn, there will always be another dawn.
I think.
Black milk congeals
oozing through the cracks
Thickly flowing down
ever down
pooling at the bottom
Viscous strings attach
to your heart
flowing in defiance
upwards – into you
Heaviness and tearing dullness
settle into you
rip at you
nip at you
dissolve your being
leaving hollow coldness
Sweat tinged
Tears of forgotten anguish
pain, fear, inadequacy,
well up in my throat
deep, deep in my throat,
deep down
chocking my heart
flooding my eyes
in epic waves
fists clenched
Soul unhinged
Never Never Never
FOrGotten
Some things never get better…
Laughter in the rain
echoes through the night
shifting pain
to sweet delight.