The Bachelor

 

          

 

Johnny in his late 30s.  A bachelor.  He loved those denim jeans with the blue washed look.  Braces holding them up over his naked top half of his body.  Looking like his grandfather before but less dressed.  He thought of himself as confident content in himself.  A ladies man too.  Sitting outside the families’ petrol station in Kentucky.  He ran the business now as his parents had passed away.  Sitting on the wooden barrel he watched on as customers filled their tanks up full of gas.  Puffing on his grandfather’s pipe.  Caught between the now and the past. 

Hello ladies he said as two blondes walked by him.  They just smiled thought he was cute but possibly too wild dangerous for them.  He had that wild glint in his eyes.  He looked on wishing they could see past his hard muscle torn chest and cheeky look. 

All I want is to settle down.  A wife and family. 

Jeff came over.

Can I get a light off you as he touched Johnny’s leg.  Johnny’s eyes widened with shock and he left the wooden barrel immediately

The Cellar

 

 

It was dark in the cellar.  No light to fume the room.  To show the dancing fairy dust fluttering around.  The scent of decaying walls could be felt against his back.  As his spine tightened in towards it.  Eyes trying to fix on any glimmer of light of hope.  He could hear nothing deep down in the darkness.  All to keep him company was his memories.  These thoughts flooded the loneliness of those hours.  His knees held tightly to his tummy like a child.  Summer scents sunshine fields dancing away a beer in his hand.  Then bang the darkness fell again.  Flooding his eyes with tears.  That was the day his eyes never seen the light of day again.  The crash had taken everything.  His wife and son and his eyesight.  His lungs still moved his heart still beating.  His heart to empty so alone.  His world in darkness.  The salted tears ripped through his skin like the metal in the car did all those years before. 

 

Where are they now?  What am I to do in this darkened cellar that I live in?  My voice is the only one i hear.  I wish I could see them one last time.  I hate these chains around my eyes. 

Tainted

My fuel is not you’re culture

My spirit not yours to keep

My demons that live inside of me

Buried in so deep

They devour my mind in darkness

Dance with it during the day

Sending it into chaos

On my knees I pray

My heart is heavy

Bones dragged through

Thorns and storms

Leaving wreckage in the sand

Footless carnage reborn

Divine light save me

From the dragon

On my back

He will not loosen his rope

My hands are shackled black

As my eyes drain out of light

I drown in his demise

I must trust what he says now

He surely wouldn’t tell me lies

As I walk bare foot into the darkness

I feel so alone

His voice is my compass

To walk this earth unknown

Dragged

White lines covering the grey

Skies overhead smashing together

Gasping air

As he lay still

Not a breath

No one to care

Flashing blue

Tormented soul

Bringing dawn

Door unhinged

Memories on the floor

Canvass of red stained sleeves

Pale skin

Porcelain cheeks

Eyes still

Red lips peel

Fogged up memories

On stained air

His heart slows down now

Her beauty

Trapped in cabin flare

Burning silence

Branches crack

Life stood still

Red footsteps

The track

Shallow

Dragging his shadow into the wilderness

 His thirst grew stronger and stronger.

 The veins of his arms filled up with her scent

  His tortured body aching with every move

 He turned to look at the house one last time

 The windows covered in memories

 What should have been minutes seemed to go on for ever?

The sleeve of his jacket covered in red stains

 What will I do?

 These thoughts filling his mind

 Walking past snow covered pine trees

 A happy occasion for most

 Silence biting through him

 His eyes widen with every move

 The sky so clear

 Blue crystals hanging on the trees reflecting his identity

 Masked by a hat and scarf wine and yellow lines patterned on them

 Crying nature roaring out to one another

 Messengers of the wild

 His heart felt the dagger

 Isolation brought sadness

 As he leaned against the road to freedom

Statues of that first day they met caught his eye

 A simple heart with each other’s initial captured within

 Caged by beauty

 Standing alone now

 No one to guide him on his journey

 A breath fell from his lips

 As the sirens passed by him

He lay in an unmarked grave

The red stained sleeves catching the light.   

Tomorrow Land

If tomorrow never comes

If my breath ceases to exist

All that remains

Is raindrops and mist

If tomorrow is borrowed

We all live today

We all rush

Through corridors

Of columned form

This has become the norm

If tomorrow never comes

Where am I now

Am I in a chair

In the middle of a room

In the ground

Dusting flowered perfume

If tomorrow never comes

I will sing out those tunes

Rhythm of dancers

Jazz and blues

If tomorrow never comes

I have hope it certainly will

As my eyes close to a dream

Tomorrow is my thrill  

Lost in Isolation

Let the ripper

Tear away my heart

Built in my chest

Deep in captivity

He forages for new blood

Wanting fresh for to fulfil

His thrill

Reaping is his pill

Along he drags

His shadow

Pulling it around

Nothing exists

Only the cries of an over populated crowd

As he tries to pull me

Deeper into his ways

I must follow him now

I must not betray

He expects me to stay

Prisoner in his shackles

Voices cause chaos

Roaring in his mind

Eyes never close

He may as well be blind