Romanticised, phantasised, moments and actions
which reality could not hold,
yet, force of desire makes manifest.
Sleepwaking in a walking dream,
as a thousand echoed universes flow by,
each alone, yet glowing in the brilliance
of a million thoughts and feints and
flowing emotions, occupying the fragile mind
from the nothingness held within.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
The scent of old books,
Tracing fingers over their ideas,
Changed by the changeless
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
It need not be 'and' or 'or',
There's room for both,
And so much more.
Closeted, our life grows staid,
Bound to tracks that habit laid.
We yearn for change, we yearn for 'more',
Yet trawl the paths we've walked before.
At close of day, when darkness calls,
Do we rejoice, or hold remorse?
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
I used to think the restless waves,
Touched the beach in sweet embrace,
Shaped its form with loving hand,
Bestowing gifts to charm its swain.
Now I see indifferent march,
Cold consumer of the land,
Loving hand replaced by teeth,
Eternal rock reduced to sand.
I used to think the restless waves,
Whispered softly to the wind,
Reaching up with frothing lips,
Imparting secrets with each kiss.
Now I see the silent words,
Shouting rage against the land,
A totem of the cold and dark,
Ever waiting for our hand.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
Our world is measured in childhood grace,
Future states, as yet unfolded,
Birth the words, that claim and hold us.
Cold consumer, of the void:
Time, it strips our nous and voice,
Memories fail and slowly rust,
Our universe, it falls to dust.
Life, life, a fairy tale,
Whispered on the night,
Dreams are prone to fade away,
When silenced by the predawn light.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Stuck, still, traffic bound, sat
in silent solitude, surrounded by
my fellow man, each encased
in learnt response,
reacting to each small inflection,
never more than their reflection.
a woman walks, smile arresting,
her soul is etched, by need and hate,
contoured to her given face,
her eyes cast back, my own construction,
sat here, bound, a tired agent,
dreaming of emancipation.
the light, it changes,
breaking state, a reflection of
my inner scape. The journey
drives us past our haste,
an automaton craving grace.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
words elude my breaking sight,
dream, and dreams of forms
bear might.
built and forged upon the light, now -
it fails, consumed by night.
aloof the babe at mother breast,
forged a world, upon its flesh.
lines and form, subdued in sense,
amorphous matter - cracked and rent.
are true the words, which mask seeming?
or void held gaze, and lack of dreaming?
a man, a man, in restless slumber,
context born of lust and hunger.
can we see, a world past sight?
strip away the egos might?
a star, a star, throws out its light,
grasping for
the endless night.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
My world imbued with luscious curves,
Of light swept thighs, and hips that climb,
I wonder on, in daily dream, as thoughts
Of her, and her,
Are seen.
A man, a being, of (supposed) mind,
Sentient, yet always blind,
Titillation occupies,
A thousand thoughts, which
few are mine.
In stark contrast the sun it swings
Through timeless place, its light
It sings. Awe-inspired my soul does yearn
To slip the grip of her and her.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Do not
Be frightened of the 'life',
The path which leads through shadows reach -
The unfamiliar at our back,
With twining claws which grasp and reach.
To scatter back to our old home,
To settle in a mire of dreams,
And thoughts and laughs
Of memories past,
Avoidant of the unperceived.
Set forth anew, and claim the right
To live and love and
Clasp the light, to scan the morrow
With fresh eyes,
To stake a claim, to sow, to rise.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
An annoyance generator is my mind,
Unjust in its creation. Lack of sleep,
Deviation, stokes the flames
And gesticulations.
My mind, pushed back
Espies the show, as
Mouth bites back the bile.
Calcified my mask does grow
Inflection states my ire.
I see the change
On targets face, as
Fury hits its mark.
Yet at my core
I query why, I
Don't reign in the fire.
Consumed with wrath,
Mind takes back seat,
Puppet slays the master,
How can I, who claims the throne
Escape from Pandemonium?
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC