Glint

Misused, confused,
My trust abused,
Your burning hands
Were not refused.

My life forsook,
Your touch, your look;
My reputation,
Cost enough.

But how you lied,
I'm cast aside,
My dreams, destroyed,
To feed your pride.

And now that
 By your hands to die,
I see it now,
The reason why.
That devil quick,
to spite, to fly,
The glint, that evil,
In your eye.

The Blinkered Man

She saw his hunger,
And fed him,
A morsel at a time.
Tiny crumbs from her table;
So small,
She hardly even noticed them.

Not him.

To him,

Ambrosia would have tasted sour by comparison.

A lapdog to his own ideals,
Her presence almost incidental,
To the fantasy in his mind.

So willingly he paid the price,
His torment meant as little to her
As mewling puppies.

Oh blinkered man!
Her cunning wrapped you in perfumed deceit,
And robbed you blind.

Too late, he saw,
Too late,
Where duplicity dripped;
What cruel manners she employed,
To put him from his friends,
His funds, his life.

So blinded by his pointless tears
He didn't see the signs,
Or feel which way the wind blew.

But in willingly delivering to her,
His heart;
He sealed his fate.

In fact,
So complicit was he,
In his own demise,
He hardly felt
The dying tremors
When she left him.

The Argument

It wasn't a reasonable way to go,
But words will be spoken,
And who's to know,
Which way
This ragged wind will blow.
For words,
Once spoken,
Can't retract,
And wounded hearts
Will just react,
To save the moment,
Quick and fast,
But really,
There is no way back,
From this...
Whatever broken minds might wish.

The Cost of a Quiet Life

A lifetime of quiet resentments,
Paved the way,
To red mist driven,
Steely sharp,
Slashing, slashing madness.

If only she had told someone.
If only she had let it out.
If only he had let her breathe,
Let her believe;
Believed in her,
Just a tiny, tiny bit.

But his overbearing arrogance
Made him a wife full of tiny holes,
Filled full of ire,
A raging soul,
At war with herself,
Behind her perfect, placid smile.

She waits for them now,
To come and take her away,
Quiet and covered in red.

The woman that never compained,
Never murmered,
All in persuit of a quiet life,
That in the end,
Killed him dead,
And took away everything that she had.

My love in a nutshell

They sang us
A rainbow of joy;

Each note as
Pure as a pearl.

Happiness surrounded us,
And
My whole world shone.

And then....

You were gone,
Leaving me with,
Nothing.

Only a single tear,

Flooding my desert
With
Infinite sorrow.

Isadora

Immoral yearnings drift

Through my sleep and dreams,

As wicked oracles relive my actions, 

Over and over again.

Litanies in flame, 

Engulfing terror,

Incinerating minds, 

Encapsulating suns.

Such eternal ravages reveal my weakened heart.

Oh my Endora Nephalim,

Desire entertained such desire,

Until dread enemies invaded our world, 

And stood laughing.

Our vows exterminated we watched others lie across universes.

But my love was always yours my heart,

Beautiful, exciting....

Why isn't this heaven?

Madness it seems, such over under love.

Yet our universe remains still,

From beneath ruins and over monuments,

Crying and touching.

Isadora,

I saw you in the snowstorm and you swallowed my mind.

Brought To Book

This poem is based on the true story of George Cudmore, an ambitious idiot.

He had a wife and loved her,

Maybe for a year or so,

Until Sarah came a calling,

And poor Grace, she had to go.

Now it's a risky business murder,

Not as easy as you think,

But for Sarah's touch he'll risk it,

For her skin that's soft and pink.

Why she wants him he can't fathom,

Not a handsome man is he,

But she loves him with her body,

So by God he will be free!

Oh rat catcher George,

He knows the score,

With poisons he's the best,

But getting Grace to swallow some,

Will surely be a test.

So he dribbled arsenic in her tea,

It only made her ill,

When she cried in pain,

To his damn shame,

He fed her poisoned pills.

With a burning throat and a raging thirst,

His dying wife fought on,

'til with growing fear and panic

George did call on Sarah Dunn.

Came she shakily to her lovers aid,

Hiding deep her shame and guilt,

To administer more poison,

Hid in roasted fruit and milk.

Grace succumbed at last, but it was clear,

Who had done this dreadful thing,

And soon the pair were locked up tight,

George a-feared they both would swing.

What a yellow toad,

What an evil snake,

Sarah's guilt he did proclaim,

Saying she alone did the curse'd deeds,

He was innocent of blame.

But the truth did out and the judge decreed,

She should live, and he would die,

And 'for a thousand cheering people

Bad old George was hung on high.

But now twists the tale in an eerie way,

After many years passed by,

Bits of George's skin,

Tanned and tidied up,

Caught a keen librarian's eye.

How this came to pass,

We might never know,

But I'd recommend a look;

At the killer who was caught and bound,

And was truly brought to book.

Missing the Point of Love

'Returned unopened,'

They'd writ it on her grave,

Respect,

 From those she'd tried to save.

Poor woman, held in such regard,

Was nonetheless so cold and hard,

She never took a soul to love.

Nor shared her heart, or part thereof.

’twas not an unkind sentiment,

The words were grave and truly meant.

She'd served the church and died alone,

A well respected lost, old crone.

And so, they'd thought, he ought to know,

To just what lengths she'd had to go

To earn his love, within his church,

(For that was how she'd measured worth)

Believing that her Lord approved,

She'd had her joyfulness removed,

And wore her duty like a gun,

To keep her safe from everyone.

A virgin, pure in soul was she,

Alone in death, aged ninety three.

And now returned to whence she came,

'Returned unopened' 

Is all that remains.

Desire in blood

She smiled at me
Through the candyfloss flavoured air,
And shaped a word
I could not understand.

I backed away,
Melting under her gaze,
Afraid to look away,
Afraid she might touch me,
Afraid of myself.

But
Quaking in my skin,
My own flesh betrayed me
Singing out a siren song
Of scent and heat.
Her nostils flared.
She knew it.
My weakness, my wanting.

That was then.

Shards of my sanity still remain,
Stabbing between her teeth and my skin.
My blood,
Such a small thing to give.

I drift, eyes closed.
Her hands on my skin,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can.....



Feel.

Loose Words

I opened my mouth and a foot fell out.
Again,
 I hadn't looked before I spoke.
If I'd been a car
You would have wrecked me,
Over a cliff perhaps, so you could watch.


Would I have eaten my own words as I fell?


I opened my mouth and a foot fell out.
I wish you'd used one on me,
Before I could speak,
Before I could....Well you know.


If I open my eyes now, will you have gone??

No More..

I'm pretty good at being me,

I think the thoughts I've always done,

But nowadays those thoughts are stale,

And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that

Will. Not. Quit.

Take over more and more,

And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'

Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,

(The camel has long gone)

Now desperation's punching me,

It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 

The paths I know,

It's time to draw another map,

It's time to work towards my goals,

Escaping from this

'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,

For all the things I haven't done,

And put them in a box, behind me,

Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 

Pushing through the fear,

(That maybe I just can't succeed)

Has proved that I was just plain wrong,

And in the process

I am freed.

Mother

Mother

Heat dried ruby rolling, falling, sweating slide down cheeks of satin.

Staining.

Emeralds shimmer tears of ruby. Down, down. Cover the glistening with sheets of maybe.

Smile beloved. Smile for acing, drowning ruby will cover all in shades of winter.

Madness.

Forget spring dawning, maid of sorrow. Made of sorrows. Ruby traps you, sears you, blinds you. All your agonies are ruby. Memories do not deceive you. True, too true to see the ruby, waiting, hiding in your shadows. True to life, loves life, gives love, takes life, only shades of darkest ruby, shining through your childhood cherry. Then your smile was full of maybe, promise making more tomorrows. Shielding rubies dawn of sorrows. Long days, last nights, end cherry sharp bite.

Innocence.

Taken, torn. No more childhood shields to mend you. Bend you, break you ruby takes you, sharp as daylight through your shutters.

Emerald eyes we love you…

Watched you, cursed you, loved you, sought you. Caught you in the winters snow fall. Took you from your Monday, Tuesday, mornings, evenings, real time playthings. All your nothings making angels red as ruby, softly, cruelly.

Poor pretty. Never cried. Lost within the chatter chitter child like Alice.

Help me, hold me!

Don’t struggle angel, fight us, hate us, never dreamt of true friends like us.

Wake angel.

Ruby wakes us, shakes us, makes us hold you; take you, warm as summer, cold as twilight.

Scream our angel.

Peel your sunshine, glisten slowly, toad my daydream.

We never sought to hurt you.

Emerald ruby, drawn in our time, your time, her time. There shows ruby. Touch you with her gentle cruelty. Shows you, sees you, makes you nowhere. Touch us with the softest nightmare.

Emerald, when you fought the red it gave us forward to tomorrow. Showed us promises of other smother us in….mother you found us!

Ruby saved us; Emerald gave us, solace from your antique heartache. We see you, saw you, loved you, fought you.

Farewell mother, ruby lover.

Emerald we need you.

Believe

Believe in the

Red, the red of blood,

Believe in the

Heart, the heart of love.

Believe in the

Lunacy of tingling bones,

Believe in the

Truth, that you are not alone.

It fades

The red, yellow

Flickers blue,

The beat is

Slow and weak,

I'd gladly

Stoke the fires

Of hell

If you would

Only

Speak.

The Bus Stop

Crawling round the inside of my mind behind my eyes,

A new, unusual idea formed, the shape of which belied,

The empty place it came from, the enormous wave of change;

An idea quite distinct within the chattering of my brain,

That started at the moment when I saw you in the rain.

The moment when that grey, dull street became my street of dreams,

I know it now, I knew it then, peculiar as it seems;

The place where all my senses did that day, in you, collide,

Where through the morning cold and damp you stood before my eyes.

Be still, be strong, be real, be true, the mantra in my mind,

Was all that I could think before your beauty struck me blind.

It’s strange to feel such longing, like a lunatic obsessed,

To feel the touch of primal urges, pounding in my breast.

Adrift, confused and petrified, left staring through the rain,

And then you gave that perfect smile that said you felt the same.

But why, how could I love you, like a mills & boon cliche,

In that fleeting touch of seconds, there was nothing left to say.

It was just a glance, a chance connection straight into my heart,

To see you standing at the bus stop like a living piece of art.

Oh, be still, be strong, be brave, be true, that mantra still remains,

Despite that it was long ago, that street now years away.

All this time you’ve been beside me, dark and handsome, tall and strong,

Yet still the moment of our meeting sounds it’s memory like a song.

And in that memory;

In that place where my best fantasies reside,

I know that all reveals itself when hope and love collide.

Come

Come one and all,

Come sanctify,

The answer that you gave,

When all was

Calm and shining;

When the

Heart of you was brave.

Come face the fire

And don't despair,

If all around shout 'wrong!'

Remember

When you 

Heard the tune,

And danced to your own song.

Come take a stand,

Come show your face,

Come lay your challenge bare;

Come shout your answers

Louder

Than those ragged creatures dare.

Come claim your place

Among the stars,

And planets made of fire

And know

Truth is the heart of life,

That love's your hearts desire.

My Gran

I want to see my Gran again,
I can't and that's not fair,
She's in my head,
Come rain and shine,
Why can't she still be here?

Why can't I see her
Coming through the kitchen
With a smile,
She wrapped me in
Such gentle love
I felt myself worthwhile.

So many things have happened
Since she died,
So much to share
So many stories to be told..
Why can't my Gran be here?

Still,
I use the things she gave me,
Keep her memory strong and clear.
Remembering years of happy days
These trinkets keep her near.

And if I want to hold her close,
And hug her now and then,
Well that's OK,
It's only 'cause
I miss my lovely Gran.

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Pledge some cash,
There's fun and games
And loads of laughs,
To raise some money
For their cause,
Right worthy,
No, please;
No applause.
Don't worry
If you can't get through,
Just calling
Was damn good of you!
So
Send an email,
Or a text,
Or fax us if you can,
Or save some pennies
In a jar,
And really, I'm a fan!
Thank you
For calling,
Bless you all,
Remember
Love not hate!
We'll raise some cash
To buy those things
And then
Won't life be great?!!

I sing

I sing

And my brain smiles.

I breathe and I live.

I sing

And my heart beats.

When I sleep,

 I dream,

When I sing

I wake.

Our Best Friend

Too hot to move he lies upon the once cool stone.
Hot indeed,
But preferable to baking slabs around him.

'Poor dog,' he thought, 'poor dog,
I can't remove my coat like you
To stop the scorching of my skin.
Instead I lie, baking in this brilliant furnace.'

'I see you laughing in the shade,
Cool drinks clutched in your careless hands.
You will not feel the heat of burning ears lying in the sun.'

'Poor dog,' he thought, 'poor dog;
Why do you never think of me,
whilst pandering to your own needs?'

And then the flies began to buzz
And landed on his heated back,
And dog, poor dog, he couldn't see
The things that made this cruel attack.

'Enough,' he thought, this poor dumb thing
Whilst staring out through betrayed eyes,
And pulling on the iron chain
He strained and tugged and yelped and cried.

'Go see the dog' the woman said,
To children playing on the grass.
So eagerly he greeted them,
That set the poor thing free at last.

And none thought of the hurt they'd caused
Or saw the sorrow in his eyes,
In loving them he gave his life
For all their cruelty and their lies.

So why poor dog were you this way,
Left chained up on a summers day?