The abstract acrobat
How you going to catch me with those tiny arms,
tiny dancer,
i don’t mean you no harm.
Those words you said went over my head,
and who needs a safety net when your safe in my arms.
Swing with me bambino,
i’m a monkey at best,
an ape at my worst,
I’m not sure what you expect.
Pirouette on those tiptoes that keep your feet on the ground,
It’s futile to get high if we never come down.
You heard me before,
purgatory flaws,
emerging to the sound of applause,
Those circus circumstances,
freak show romances,
We take chances beneath those bright lights.
Each and every night,
we take chances beneath those bright lights,
To the delight of the crowds.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
In the morning when the moon hides,
That's where I'll be.
The same place,
The same face.
Lost in thought, lost in space, floating around you, just in case;
look up you might see
I'll be amongst the atmosphere biding my time,
Waiting in time to shine off your reflection.
I'll be there at the reception of the clouds,
Waiting for the storm to pass.
You'll be proud now when you see who I am crescenly.
Presently I'm a lunatic, the tides not been on my side recently.
I frequently find myself hiding amongst the abyss, prophetically deep in thought,
waiting for the storm to pass and reveal myself like a lunar eclipse.
Those loose lips cause a nuisance.
Sink ships.
But why do you care about those haters with so many holes and so many craters.
That's not like you, that's not the moon I know.
I'll see you later this evening,
like most nights,
or I might of the storm passes in time.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
Through the woods and over the train tracks,
they left for days but came back different.
It wasn’t soon long gone before they found out that,
Some teeth are sharper than others.
A a sharp knife isn’t effective for as long as a claw hammer.
To be blunt.
We never had enough, we never made waves with the velocity to make a strong swimmer drown in tough waters.
Dogged deep teeth and red wine stains in the carpet.
They don’t recede easily or back down without a fight.
there's no shame in command, but theres no virtue in cheap tricks.
We didn’t see them for days,
that barbed wire fence with it’s nylon victims flapping in the wind.
Battle ground house holds, but peaceful playgrounds.
We stayed until the bells rang and then we slowly walked home.
I carved your name into a tree, or was it mine. I can’t remember,
the tree says Nathan, so I guess that says so much.
I left my scarf in those woods. I wonder who found it.
maybe it’s still there or decayed in time.
who knows,
the woods might have the answers if we could only would ask the trees.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
I used to climb Trees
Out in broad daylight,
where we used to ride bikes,
My home time was defined by streetlights,
fistfights and first times.
I used to play kick stone.
outside on the roads of my home.
Scared of the dark when I was home alone.
A sombre tone in those days.
My cul-de-sac was a continent,
you couldn’t count the times
we jumped hedges and jumped the brooks,
wider berths as we grew and beamed with confidence.
He grew up on the other side of the brook to me!
Exploration into dilapidated buildings,
to seek out lost felines for the £10 reward.
One guy got stung by a bee nine times,
he lived to tell the tale of course.
Thinking back sometimes,
It was us who had nine lives,
playing on the tramlines and and swimming in high tides.
colliding with live wires and life lessons,
We built sandcastles and burnt them down,
in spaces of seconds.
Lost in imagination.
I stayed in the sea until my fingers wrinkled,
but this happened more often in the bath if i’m honest.
It seemed so simple,
within the borders of our town, in those days.
The good old days,
or so they say -
but i don’t disagree with the sentiment of it all, if i’m honest.
It’s a ghost town now,
Treehouse's and broken fences,
Sweet shops and trips to the dentist.
A playground apprentice,
like Dennis the menace,
Ernie and Bertie,
maybe.
The bell rang more times than I care to remember.
It symbolised the beginning of the next class rather than the end.
To some at least, i’m not quite sure precisely who.
But it always started in September.
Those were the days,
Kiss chase and roller skates
missed chances and romances.
First dances and your first falls.
The sycamore tree got smaller,
but remains the exact same size.
The boys got a little bit taller,
some of us guys even became wise.
Life is full of surprises.
We flew apart.
The sun went down and we grew up.
And now I don't climb Trees anymore.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
It's not about how many times I knock you down.
It's about how many times you hold out your hand so I can help you back up.
When you're wrong you learn something new.
When you're right, you learn nothing.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
Lay my head on a pillow of sentimental dreams.
Clouded vision, misguided moments.
Nostalgic memories, dispensed endorphinemachine.
Grudges held in high regards,
counterparts the spectrum of emotions experienced.
Token gestures of b r o k e n spirts,
r u g g e d features gold lies within it.
Within movements the snowflake melts in foreign temperatures.
History repeats itself,
things will never be the same again.
A beautiful eulogy,
an anthology of my soul.
Let it speak on the page in a delicate manner.
Channel my essence and bottle my compassion.
Make it happen.
Label it love.
Experience my being in your sensory safe house.
Whisper sweet nothings until they sweep me of my feet.
Hone in on my reason with the precision of multicoloured laser beams.
Lie to my in the format of lullabies.
Blow up my heart, let me be your doormat.
Actively break me, erupt and explode.
Eradicate your thoughts, erase what you were told.
Hang me out to dry -
let the crease decieve you.
Let me take over,
but don't let me defeat you.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
Wait a second.
Steady hand my right hand man.
That must be the effects of the Diazepam.
One in the chamber, one in the chest, one in the body and one in the head.
One for each of his family members,
picture him dead, picture perfect and pick up the pieces after the death.
.....if there's anything left.
I'm right over here.
rat
a
tat
tat.
Onomatopoeia..
What's the matter dear?
Nothing to see here, but bullet ripped flesh and civilian fear.
No need for tears.
No need for tears.
Keep composed. You'll be home soon. In your own tomb or personal hell.
Waking to the sounds and screams of mortuary shells.
Reload, you know how it goes.
Decomposed in a body bag, forever alone.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
She takes my breath away,
effortlessly.
She reads my mind like telepathy,
I forget my lines.
Stage fright.
Held dearly in her own mind,
profound and wicked insight.
I was a deer in the headlights,
blinded by this one of kind.
She said,
don’t worry it’s fine.
And now i don't mind,
just my business,
and my existence is clear.
She steered me through choppy seas,
laid down her policies with honesty
and showed me how to live properly.
guided me through dark times,
stuck to my side like a shadow,
told me i was deep even though I was shallow.
Still my pal now though,
and best friend too,
now i’m investing my nest egg with the best egg
and making omelettes out of our scrambled heads.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
Dunas Douradas,
Thou shalt not pass the gates of Dunas Douradas,
At least till they ask,
Who are your here to see?
"The wedding party" I replied,
then smiled with a grin, as he open the gates and ushered us in.
The sun was at high noon,
Beating down on the five grooms,
The ceremony comes soon, and soon you'll both become two.
I do she said as the sweat dropped of his forehead,
The day moves forward with canopies and analogies, banter and smiles,
A reception of class and speeches with style.
The beautiful bride and groom is to who we raise our class.
Until 2am we drink with our new found friends,
Until the next time when we do it all again.
Congratulations my friend.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
Last days hopeless,
myxomatosis
Ridden like a champion,
Diseased then deceased.
Rest in peace chief and the secrets you keep.
What lies beneath the surface seas is beneath me and beyond comprehension.
Did I forget to mention that I could see in the dark?
Rip your thesis part and take us back to the start.
A sharp dart, stupid, is all it takes Cupid to bring us together in cells and effect the brains nucleus.
But these bad habits won't change our tactics;
slapstick style remains in the temperance of saints and frustrates until we meet again...
Don't lose focus,
myoxmatosis.
The disease spreads like wildfire,
the wildfires spread like disease.
RIP please, just rest in peace.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC