Sunday, 29 December 2019

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


Friday, 27 December 2019

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.   


Wednesday, 27 November 2019

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  


Thursday, 24 October 2019

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


Tuesday, 8 October 2019

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