Sad heart stirs on open flame Cooking down sad daily pain Flares of sparks rise up in hope Extinguished by sad tears
Category: Poetry
Rabbit Trail
Sitting at my desk, Wishing for a bigger chair, Odd strange thought flitter, Down the husk, of old rabbit trails.
Journey
Morning sun rises over my block, Bee’s rise up, Covering Dawn’s sky, Early on before morning bird opens eye, Why, oh why, Please come with me, On this journey down mirrors journey, As the Morning sun rises, over we, The lost and yearning, Sing to Morning’s sweet grace, Journey on, Music carrying us with glee,…
Weep
Dragging demons from, Deep within your jagged cave, Invisible, cures, that jade you, Wondering demons creep from deep within, Light shining bright, Dulled by dark skies, Every waking hour, Sleep deprived soul, You, beautiful soul, Oh, what ever shall you do, Run, jagged rock cut deep, Bleeding soul, heart cut deep, Far beyond the hills,…
Mosh Pit
Swirling mass open the circle up, Drums blast away the noise, Up creepes the creature, Momentarily lose sanity and dance, The pit calls, The pit calls, The pit calls, yeah, Going down, down, Hit the bottom, party on, Swing them arms, like you don’t care. Moshing wildly now, Like a wandering god, Possessed devil’s music,…
SET UP
Staged to look like a murder, We run towards the sun, The worlds gaze turns westwards, Joining us our escape run. Bang…….. bang………… Bang…. Silence falls onto autumn clearing, leaves falling from where they hang, Lone buck falling. Survival met for another night, Still on the run, Mending myself from a fight, Drinking a fifth…
Sadness weeps
Sadness sat in her corner, Lonely, dreaming of memories, Her Granny passed today, In the heart of merry May, Fantasizing about hazy days, Filled with bakery, Heart filled laughs, Never to be heard in now empty kitchens. Now Saddness weeps,
Encore
(This is a work of art about Death) The silence beckons, The grave strives, Death works his magic touch, Barge of life awaits, Tickets sold to Death Gate, Down the river wading in bone and gore, Awaiting Deaths encore. (This is a work of art about Death)
Am I?
Am I the only one that hears the screams, Am I the only one that sees the light streak by, Am I the only one that knows what it is like to be trapped, Am I the only one that feels the whispers on the neck?
Closed Behind Curtains
Sunlight bites at my feet, Straining to open the curtians, Trapped in my minds bitter prision, All alone in a room full of people, Bitter illusion wastes my medicated mind, Standing on the edge, looking out, Seeing life pass me by, Complicated by invisible emotions, Saturated by hidden wounds, Scarred closed by times inevitable passing.
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