Monday, 28 November 2016

I want to survive

I want to feel angel wings
that gather lines
along the snow
that watch from a distance
where nobody goes

Touching soft skin
causing bumps to rise
sensual wafts
of perfumed

Horses run wild
heartbeats at will
mind in a whirl
nothing stands still

Lips that seal
images prevail
cornered in silence
body is pale

Sunday, 27 November 2016


Separated like torn pages
curved at the edges
wilted by passing

Burning eyes
empty throats
veins tighten
pocket less coats

Reflection of someone
he used to know
where does he go
nobody knows

Imprisoned in his cell
walking through hell
whispering in voices
none would he recognise
a broken down vessel
a man in disguise 

Saturday, 26 November 2016


Broken bottles
falling petals
sheets of
toughened metal

Whispers that glide
shadows stand still
is their only will

Echoes of daily events
challenging times

Hollow is his voice
no sound
to fill the space
disbelief in
the chase

Vinyl's of old
walls of mould
stories never existing
to be told  

Wednesday, 9 November 2016


Torn and shredded

Nightmares gather

Cognitive understanding

Catapulted where are they heading

Worn out throats

Testaments of old goats

Limbo for the testing

Unsettled no body is resting

Galleries of ideas and will

Spines shiver in those

Who quiver and chill

Eyes that bleed

With disbelief

Like a platter

Of hunted meat

Thursday, 3 November 2016


Frayed betrayed
Begging you
Lifting him
From this curfew

Layers of
Trapped ideas
Reflected on
The emptiness

Holding on
The painted fog
Gathering over
The blackened dog

Breath held
Dare he stand up
For your applause

Friday, 28 October 2016


Fair is the flesh

That breaths opened opportunities

Boiled in tantalising flavour

Escaping the craver

Punished beyond

The boundaries

Pulsing caged imagination

For her creation

Struggling heartbeats

Drown out

Wanted moments



Embellished cascades

Mirrored on her parade

Mouth provoking

Thought evoking

Wednesday, 26 October 2016


I am the blackened thunder

The white strips on your back

The pushing and the pulling

The voice that makes you crack

Yield the pathways covered

Dripping in your poise

Calling out the nothing

Silent is the noise

Brushed to the edge

Salted open wounds

Air falls deeper now

Distant are those tunes

Gathering up

Bewildered thoughts

Shadows follow

Grounds that haunt

Tuesday, 27 September 2016


White canvass

Curved for your pleasure

Scenery beneath her

Teases his thrill

Posts align

The dusted pathway

Fenced in

Pulsing scene

Shallow waters flow

In the background

Mouth watering

Sultry streams

Evocative harvesting

Fields of temptress grace

A garden of Eden

A secret lace

Friday, 9 September 2016


Humbled by the background

Drops that fall like snow

Alignment of segments

Flourish in a perfect row

Distance on the hills

Feeling the misty dew

Wafts of scented paradise

Rivers that hold shattered canoes

Crawling foliage strangles

The gaps peeking through

Falling almost on purpose

Breathing life of new

Splintered wooden platforms

Pathways of footsteps

Twinkling shimmering pods

Pulling anxious rods

Saturday, 3 September 2016


Tuck her away

Tearing away her soul

Nothing left

But your control

Force your words

Not hers

Expose her spine

That is just fine

Rain it taps

Away her sadness

Isolating her mind

Frozen in time

Banner of need

You are the hunter

You must feed

Words that cut so deep

Causing an open wound

To burst

To bleed

Throat dry

Breath held heavily

Nothing erases

A memory

Throw your blanket

Over damaged skin

Forgiveness is not

Easily given


Eyes that pardon

Exiled minds

Dripping palms

Hardened crimes

Tortured blazoned saddles

Pulled into temptation

Whispers shuffle

Their suspension

Catapulting kaleidoscopes

Wonder years

Of enemies

Of fears

Salted tears

Sinful ground

Walls call time

Lives remembered

Hold the bell chime

Monday, 1 August 2016


Vines that strangle
Wooden bridges
Shaping the isolation
The forbidden

Hinged in solitude
Unhinged the war
In her mind
Imperfections that gasp

Layers of broken promises
Cradling the past
Nursing what may
Never last

Spilling water
Over harvested hands
Tunnels that form
Like quick sand


Whipping the silent air
With a sword sharpened tongue
That bleeds the toxic path
Power is his rathe

Dividing the few
Empty vessels
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to explore

Skin that etches
Empty crevasses
Thirst drips on the table
Eyes glaze

Fire burning
Skin raised
Mind is a blaze
Body is a maze

Emotional corners
Too dark to ignore
Particles of flickering flashes
It continues
On it bashes

Thursday, 30 June 2016


Claws expose

The darkness beneath

Scraping away

Turning the bitter pill

Eyes red

Suffocating under the rising sun

Caving in

To the under ground

Wilderness so profound

Lash the soil

Nails pull to throw

Memories lined up

In a perfect row

Swallow the water

That fills hollow jaws

Isolation is the

Tortured soul

Reflections that mirror

Wires of the innocent

Fertile lands

Seeds never to flourish

Sunday, 26 June 2016


Thirst driven

Emotions drive

Forbidden steps forward

Grabbing the inner

Realms of unnatural

Wondrous imagery

Catapulting time

Until it stands still

Rescuing the nothing

The days of flashing

Years bypassing

Those resisting

The reality

Of humanity

Smoke reacts to the thin air

Changing it’s direction

Time for reflection

Tiny particles

Of dust

Breeze by

Carried along

Angel wings

Whisper now

Don’t talk of such things

Drawn in eye line

Ears perplexed up

Lips widen

By words

There divine

There not mine

Rumbling skies

Take cover of the noise

Hands held over

Tormented lives



Blindfolded for your use
Actions hurt no excuse
Wild horses
Empty purses

Dragging shells
Tainted wells
Rainbows shine
Where life expels

Words drown out survival
No revival
Drenched in cold sweats
Pushing the roulette

Fogged up air
Silence of a single tear
Brushed off
Printed stains
Nothing remains   

Sunday, 19 June 2016


I am not here 
To wash your soul
I am not here
To fulfil your goals

I am not here
To be a mirror
For your past
I am not here
To be your shattered glass

Don’t think you own me
Stop in your tracks
I am not your horse to saddle
Don’t put your load on my back

When my arms
Are tired worn to the bone
Where are you then
I am helpless
All alone

Existence is not only for you
I am important
My words are honest and true
Take away my burden
Listen to my wording

I must bow down
Take what you give
Hands held above me
A life not yet lived

Where is my pathway
Where do I go
Who will shelter me
From the rain and the snow

Like a scarecrow
Been put there
For your obedience
Not a word I must utter
For I do not matter

Twisting and turning
The knife you will yield   
As I lay still
The night is my shield

Thursday, 16 June 2016


Tangled blooded heart
Stained sleeves
Worn from shattered glass
Breathless gasp

Fogged up air
Eyes in despair
Skin ripped to shreds
Veins that have blead

Clouds of darkness
Move along over her
Pulling each part of her
In different directions

Black marks
Stain the floor
Her heels dig in hard
Deep enough
Smiles in disregard

Nails rip the surface
Uncover years of
Unexplained wonder
Pulling him asunder

Monday, 6 June 2016

Elasticated Hearts

Follow on
stretching arms
gasping breath

Distinguishing eyes
Wafts of familiar ground
silence falls
not a single sound
only hearts that pound

Smeared glass
fogged up by
bated breath
like tear drops

Spirals of time
spines of the bells chime
steps of forward thoughts
remains of the linen cloths

Miles of road
feet break new ground
a life may never be found
silence is the only sound

Dirt tracks
distance on their backs
singular motions
hope is their potion

Saturday, 28 May 2016


Twisting her around. He could taste her salty skin as his lips clenched on to hers. Juicy thoughts filled his mind. Her stare captured his soul. She was like the she devil. Her claws were digging into his isolation. Brushing her fingers through his hair she pushed his head back. He smiled as if to say she could. His eyes defined his thoughts.  Opening up the air with breathless action, they both threw heat onto the pores of each other. His hands had a mind of their own wondering into the forbidden. She held her hair back and brushed it across her shoulder. A cheeky smile crossed her face. She wanted to feel like the queen of his castle. Building the scene from the hours before. Lay me down was his thought. Igniting the night sky with impulses of fogged up windows. Nature stood still as he went in for the kill. Hearts beating out of control. Shadows of their thrusting figures played on the foliage scattered across the pathways. Arms crossed around one another. His hands barely able to resist his desires. It was like a battlefield.

It was if time stood still. She was his flavour he was her saviour. Lights glimmered past them, shaping the excitement to an intense scene. Good and bad played a role in what might happen next. Lips tied together his eyes fixed on her reactions to his advances.  Thirst filled his throat. She moved back to see what was about to unfold. Her eyes growing with his expression. His inhibition’s had been buried. Shy eyes turned into wild eyes. Turning up the music sounds of artistic wonder drowned out the dominated man. His hands dug the material between his nails. She had him captured in her. He could give up now. Let the games begin.   

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Battle Field

Biting their tongues
that harbour
memories, chalked in their minds...
heavy feet
drag along
all in despite

Hardship etched in each of
their hands
elasticated hearts
pull like rubber bands

Suffer now
on you must go
lined up ready for battle
when is it going to stop
no body knows

Tears that trickle
down from innocent eyes
boys who became men
ready for the rise

' Mammy when is daddy coming home '
no answers to give her
she feels isolated
so alone

Wrapping them up in her love
like many other families
as the brotherhood
take up their arms

As each one takes a deep breath
firing into the air
he is stood still
thinking of his daughter
so young and so dear