Sunday, 19 June 2016

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

Thursday, 16 June 2016

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



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

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.   

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

Friday, 18 December 2015

Dual

Grasping at him
like a weird science fiction movie
her tentacles driven
deep inside him

Ruptured heart
tortured soul
feet dug hard
into the dusty ground

Whistling noise
surrounding him
around and around
it goes

Shredded clothes
laid bare
bursting flames
against her shadowed pose

Mirroring images
grappling the space
enticing the toned figure
configure his face

Eyes shooting voices
silent on her ears
arms of embracement
encased all his fears