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