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

My Award

My mouth watering moments

Carefully moving each side

Pushing in the loose pieces

Nothing escapes

White blue printed willow

Scenery for your beauty

Indulgence

Flavoured moments

A stage

Applauding your arrival

Audience at the ready

A carnival of colour

As eyes close

Savouring each mouthful

Yellow custard

Apple teasing inside

Succulent pastry

Invites moments of silence

Carved

In he struts

Carrying his vegetation in his mouth

Happy dinosaur

Play along to the beat of your steps

Life is timed by landscape

Walk through passages

Those who stepped before you

As you handle

Every mouthful with care

Caught up

In the maze of escaping

The fire

Burning into the night sky

Censured

As the words flow

Sometimes easily

Sometimes hard

I often feel like stopping

Determination keeps

My fight going

Battling on

As music fills my ears

I love the sounds

That dampens the writer’s fears

Story half way there

Will she or won’t she

Will he or won’t he

Will he go there

Trapped in an imaginary

World

Where nothing is as

It seems

Perplexed by her actions

As the door opens up

Mid way

Desk awaits his

New journey

Her hair half way

There

Her finger

Silences his broken words

Half way there

No way back

Will he or won’t he

Will she take a chance  

Our Angel

Little did we know

We would be the last

To know

Your voice

We would never hear again

Your footsteps

Would never go

Our hearts are broken

We are devastated

Beyond repair

A mother

We love so dearly

Once you were there

Now you are gone

In the blink of an eye

We remember your

Smiling face

Your gentle kind words

Your heart was full of love

Our eyes were blind

Taking time for granted

Not knowing that call would come

I watched you slowly slip away

You fought and fought

You didn’t want to go

Today

As I close my eyes

At night

Tears fall along my cheeks

I remember everything

We have done

You’re such an amazing beautiful mum

You’re absence is felt

But I feel my hair been brushed

I feel you beside me

As we die

We are reborn too

A month gone now

It is hard to believe

A mother so loving

So much to give to the world

As we lay flowers on your grave

We say a prayer to you

My stories will always exist

Because of you

A mother so loving so dear and beautiful  x

Daylight

As daylight slowly

Glimmers away

Suffocated by the autumn

Darkness

Waiting in the shadows

The early sun

We barely see here

Sets the alarm

In our minds

Birds waiting along

In a row

For the call

To retreat to safety

For a night of rest

Weather warnings

Bring fear and shut

Everything down

In a country not used

To such devastation

Clocks will be changing

Soon

Bringing less time

Of light

A sea of changing colour

Will form a pathway

Of foot printed

Leaves

Inviting everyone

Young and old

To throw

Them about

With boot covered feet

Kettle on the boil

Warm pots on the cooker

Fires lighting

Cold breath

Breathing out smokeless breath

Perfection

As the brush

Scrapes the paint

Devouring it up

Savouring the colour

Breathing in slowly

Changing forms

Gather along the edges

Of change

Wondrous views

Plummet into an image

Of viewing pupils

As they widen

By the scent

Printed on cold canvass

Edges are the real

Test

Brushing in designed form

Wishing for perfection

As a drip falls

Eyes slowly watch it

Change the flooring underneath

Changing of colour

Like traffic lights

Alarm goes off

In the mind  

They are the enemy

My eyes are

Seeking a hiding place

Absent Heart

Absent was his heart

Dragged along an

Empty rain

Bashed window

Tears from his eyes

Fell lonely

On a stripped

Window sill

Heart in pieces

Hands held out

Wishing

Praying

For her return

As his eyes

Stared into the unknown

Darkness brought

Fears of the future

A lonely

Road he

Would walk alone

His hand

Always held out

Scattered

As the clock strikes midnight

My eyes pain with tears

You’re music is all I have now

It eases my fears

Don’t let the dragon

Take control

Don’t let him in

He will consume

Every inch of me

Blue is my heart

Painted with loss

I must travel

These bridges

Where destiny

Wears a cross

Frightened by the nothing

The lifeless night

Blanket covered canvass

Take away

The darkened light

Music saves the hours

Darkness slowly drifts

Mood changes

No longer living in cages

Scattered amongst lost pages

Cailin

Red are my knees

Cycling I thought

Was a breeze

No air on my back

Sun piercing my eyesight

Black crows delight

Hungry for my flesh

Waiting for my fall

He will surely eat me

I must not stall

Red juice falls

Off my bottom lip

I slowly wipe

It away

With my finger tip

Enough he shouts

Blows out a whistle

Peeking from the edges

Wild tin whistles

Where is the water

Where is the rain

To end this suffering

This enduring pain

Leaves that shimmer

Slug eaten edges

My transport not far way

I could run through

The hedges

Hide surely I won’t

Be seen

I am a clever

Irish Cailin

Snap he switches on

Eyes and feet latched forward

I chase the breeze

Waving goodbye

His face priceless

Goodbye strawberry fields

I won’t taste your fortune

Harvest you

Neither will I slave away

In sun scorched heat

Burning my soul away

White Sapphire

White Sapphire

Riding along the

Church gates

Audience waits

Blackened crusted iron

Dividing both you and him

Enter in my child

Into an eternal fling

Veil held tightly

Just in case you run

Runaway bride

Where will she hide

Heart throbbing

Out of control

Doors open up

Silencing the noise

He is in perfect poise

Quietly walking

Her fathers spirit

On her arm

Air softly brushes her

Her lucky charm

White bowed flowers

Tinted green stems

The triplets gathered together

Cackling like hens

White sapphire daughter

Spirit in tow

Allow happiness

Let yourself go

Amazon woman

Wondrous woman

Red blue and gold

Stories printed in volumes

Waiting to be told

I watched on

Amazed by your resilience

You fought and fought

Even when you were caught

Paving a path forward

For every little girls dreams

Not to be a part of a nightmare

You distinguished their screams

Fighting against the enemy

Defending the weak

Wondrous woman

You left me speechless

Unable to speak

Wanting to defend those

Who have no voice

Give others options

Who often have no choice

Sexy voluptuous

Red winged print

Canvass of red on

Stained lips

Freedom amazon lady

Trailing along hungry

Forbidden men

You cannot be tamed  

Unrest

The heat destroys your existence

It betrays your living cells

Suffocating them

Isolating them

Breathless emptiness

Scattered around

You're desire to live on

Is now mirrored

In a fight

You reach out

Nothing

You yearn

Nothing

You are willing

To sacrifice

Nothing

Vultures of the unknown

Tie a loop around

You're throat

Dividing every inch

Of you're fight

Inside

Where are you're angels now

Are they near by

Are they allowing

Such cruelty to take place

In a forest of deserted

Destruction

Cold

Legs laid out

Like lumps of meat

Body in a distilled state

No room no manoeuvring 

As the cold

Slab invites

The host

Centred for attention

The white coated figure

Walks around

For closer inspection

Nothing no complexion

Walking around and around

Echoing metal

Scraped the sides

Uncovering footsteps

Of unresolved mystery