Monday, 25 June 2018

Soul




Fail him
Impale him
Twist him inside out
No one hears his words

Balancing ideas
Pulsing hearts
Rhythm of pulse
These are the results

Sweat heated room
Steamed up windows
She shadows him
He wants to see
How far she will go

Falling trapped
In her dripping desire
Her heart is nailed
To his like wire

Seduction forbidden
Explosive emotions
Sheets printed with sin
The results are in

Phase one passed
Challenged by her mind
His blindfold is on
She is ready to be dined



Confined




Paint over my edges
Lift my pages to see
Why I don’t bleed
Why my eyes
Don’t cry
Why they don’t see

Picking at scabs
Aroused by the burn
Reflection in the mirror
Now it’s your turn

Eyes widen
Looking back at me
Easing now the feelings
Of the uneasy

Biting my tongue
I have nothing to say
Day turns into night
I fade away

Let me play
Let my mind be free
Black frees my heart
But it takes over my mind

Shield




Fusion of flavour
Teasing out his unusual behaviour
Holding him close
She was his saviour

Mind in a swirl
Dressed in white
She is his pearl

Running through the wilderness
Past on their backs
No one knows
If it will fade
Sealing over the cracks

Vines suffocating them
Wrapped around
Their throats
Flashing of sun light
Words of poets

Surrender to him
Letting herself go
Where he will take her
Nobody knows




Tuesday, 19 June 2018

Shift



Let me break down your walls
Let me be your wrecking ball
Soft are my words
Yours don’t make sense
They sound so absurd

Playing games
Fulfils your cause
Let me stand there
As I can applaud

Act out your part
Play your role
Nine lives
There are none
Life is taking its toll

Branch out your arms
Catch my fall
Won’t you hold me
Not let me fall

Not your punching bag
Not your wrecking ball
I refuse to let you in
I refuse to fall


Cell



Solace was his emotion
His place where he needed to be
Forgive him for his isolation
This is his reality

Walls that burn within
Eyes that stand still
Pushed to the brink
Unable to blink

Burning desires
So much is required
Proof of effort
His own interview
He is hired

Madness and mayhem
Drive none exists
Sickening in his tummy
He still takes
Those risks

Empty glass
Falling in deeper
Shoulders they fall
No one hears his call



Breeze




Surfs up
Waves rip up the shore
Sand flying over tumbling stones
Muscle torn bodies
Strength in his bones

Sound of the softened air
Birds in flight
Soon sunshine days
Will turn into night

Smell of the cinders
Burning yellow flames
Party all night
Thunder filled skies
Are all that remains

Blankets too hot to handle
Windows opened for air
Tiny particles of white
Shinning so bright
Will soon disappear

Morning brings its thirst
Widen waken your eyes
Roaring of the waves
Glorious sunshine is our surprise

Not a breath of air
Hearts beat out of time
Crashing of the waves
Beautiful summertime




Saturday, 16 June 2018

Quiet



Wanting to salvage
All that was gone
Moon shone over
Where once he belonged

Damn those memories
Damn damn damn
I can’t get a hold
Of who I am

Traces of time
Flashing in and out
He will smile for now
Tomorrow he may shout

Confusion is apart
Of everyday life
Cutting his throat
Like a blade or a knife

When the walls are closing in
When no one is around
All he hears
Is his heartbeat
Its sound

Looking into the dark
As his eyes close
What will be his journey
Where nobody goes