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.