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
sunrise

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

Lips that seal
images prevail
cornered in silence
body is pale

Hope

Separated like torn pages
curved at the edges
wilted by passing
eyes

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 

Exist

Broken bottles
falling petals
sheets of
toughened metal

Whispers that glide
shadows stand still
hope
is their only will

Echoes of daily events
challenging times
he
repents

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  

Time

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

Darkness

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

Paused

Dare he stand up

For your applause

Lace

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

Reflections

Atonement

Embellished cascades

Mirrored on her parade

Mouth provoking

Thought evoking

Collide

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

Eden

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

Applause

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

Lonesome

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

Falling

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

Desolate

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

Crush

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

Seclusion

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

Channeling

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

  

Transparency

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   

Tolerance

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

Alluring

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

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

Desires

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.   

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

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