Wine, songs and love. They adorn the festive night: So live, whoever imagines kissing and loving and drinking and singing! Three friendly stars flash into the darkness of life; the stars sparkling so confidently; They are called song, love and wine ...
Theodor Körner
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
Did I ever tell you
That we all burn
Because our lives
Are all so ****** up?
Life is so *******
Meaningless!
We live our lives
Every day
On hope.
Not necessarily because
We believe in it
But because
That's all we have
To rely on.
©Jack Aylward
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
I was never the type
of child that obeyed
much of anything;
not even the many
times I was told
not to stare into
the evening sun
when I felt
alone.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
Sipping ice-lemon tea whilst
People watching....
Regardless of time
I float almost into a reverie
Not of dream but
Gently listening to the songs of the skylarks.
© Jack Aylward
11th May 2016
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
I kiss you
On tiptoes
Under the
Butter of
The sun.
©Jack Aylward
29th April 2016
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
I didn't think danger had a face,
I saw you and I saw red beauty,
Plump, ripe lips,
My strawberry kiss,
You taste just like chaos feels.
You sold yourself sweet,
Red beauty,
In every book left unread,
The only thought in my head.
I could never find a warm lover,
In eyes, cold as these tombstones
Which we now embrace.
Sunsets asphyxiate skylines,
Tear lines, fate lines,
I think God wanted to see his favourite fall
Tantalizing fruit, stains like wine
On the mouth,
There is red beauty in a kiss,
And angels aren't so kind,
But neither are you.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
The sleepers
Echoed their nightmares
Into the night
Bringing with them emptiness
And sorrow
Into their everyday lives.
©Jack Aylward
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
I bark at the moon
But no-one has heard me
Not even God.
©Jack Aylward
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
In the dark hours
Of insanity
We howl at the moon.
In quiet desperation
We stab our eyes out
So we can't bear witness
To the crimes
We commit.
We make ourselves deaf
Till our ears bleed
So we can't hear the voices
That tell us to engage in ******
©Jack Aylward
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC